The third world does not cross the demon

Young Master Lian Yue calmed down and used his internal strength secretly to test the strength of this chain...

However, two touches of blush appeared on his fair and handsome cheeks, and deep shock appeared in his beautiful eyes...

For some reason, he, the dignified Young Master Lian Yue, lost all his internal energy!

After all, who did it?

Young Master Lian Yue's usually calm and frivolous face finally showed a trace of fear.

After struggling a few times with the chain, I found that the chain, which looked like ordinary black iron, was engraved with dense and small patterns.

Mr. Lian Yue always felt that these patterns were different, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes to observe carefully.Only then did I realize that these patterns resembled some kind of secret spell.

Young Master Lian Yue snorted coldly in his heart, and sneered again and again, trying to deal with him in order to trap him, it really cost a lot of money.

From this point of view, the man didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him, but rather imprisoned him here.

At this time, there was a "squeak", which was the heavy sound of the metal door being pushed open in the dungeon.

Only then did a ray of sunlight come in through the small crack in the door, and a fat figure was reflected on the dark ground.

Young Master Lian Yue glanced at the fat shadow on the ground, and guessed eighty-nine points in his heart.

"Lianyue, Lianyue!" The sharp, feminine voice reverberated in this narrow space, giving a disgusting echo.

Young Master Lian Yue turned his head away in disgust, and tried his best to calm down, not to let himself vomit out disgustingly.

But the chin was caught by a cold greasy hand, Master Lian Yue immediately felt a chill in his heart, and said with a sneer: "I never thought that the majestic Seventh Prince would be so calculating for Lian, it really is a good move! "

"Hehehehe" the Seventh Prince let out a sharp and piercing laugh, and at the same time, he pinched Young Master Lian Yue's chin with his fingers harder, forcing him to turn his head and look at him.

Young Master Lian Yue just glanced at him, then closed his eyes in disdain.

"Lianyue, don't you fucking pretend to be noble!" The Seventh Prince squeezed Young Master Lianyue's chin fiercely, leaned in front of him, and said viciously: "It's just a romantic pet, others call you Young master, do you really think of yourself as a son of a family? Pooh! You are not a slut that is ridden by thousands of people!"

Young Master Lian Yue smiled instead of anger, opened his eyes and stared at him with a kind of pity, teasing: "Lian Yue is a lowly life, but the majestic prince has become a rootless person and the laughing stock of the world! It's not the biggest ridiculous thing in the dynasty!"

"You!" Hearing this, the Seventh Prince was so angry that his fat body trembled a few times, his teeth creaked, and he put all the resentment into his hands, squeezing Young Master Lian Yue's handsome jaw.

Young Master Lian Yue endured the pain, and said even more disdainfully: "You are so disregarding the king's law, blood-washing the temple is not counted, but you even blood-washed the prime minister's mansion, isn't it afraid that your emperor's younger brother will find out and kill you?"

"What?" After the Seventh Prince heard this, the resentment on his face was replaced by deep shock, and even his fingers relaxed because of the shock, and screamed at the top of his voice: "Nonsense! Don't give me too much!" The king is slapping hats indiscriminately! How could this king do such a thing as bloodwashing the prime minister's residence?"