Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

As soon as Jiang Chi walked into the dark aisle of Dali Temple Prison, the tip of his nose could not help smelling the deep smell of blood emanating from the decayed grass and rotting wood.

The hoarse wailing of the prisoners can still be heard in the ears, and the sound of heavy torture instruments dragging on the ground makes people feel goose bumps all over their bodies.

"Little nobleman, be careful where you step. It's not good if you step on those dirty things and disturb you." The jailer beside him was full of flattery, and while bowing his waist, he extended his hand very attentively to guide Jiang Chi.

The young man in front of him is covered in snow, wearing a white gauze curtain, and his figure is as thin as a white porcelain butterfly. It is said that he is a little nobleman who is valued by the master of the country. If he can get the favor of this little nobleman, maybe he He is also qualified to enjoy a little bit of the blessing of the master of the state teacher.

Jiang Chi was anxious to see Sikong Yue, and he didn't care whether he would step on some broken limb or arm, so he asked anxiously, "Where is Sikong Yue?"

When the jailer talked about Si Kongyue, his tone was not very respectful, he just said in a high-pitched voice: "This kid actually murdered the young son of General Fuguo in broad daylight. Even if the death penalty can be avoided, the life penalty cannot be escaped."

He also wasn't sure what attitude this little nobleman had towards that Sikong Yue, so he could only pick up words and said embarrassingly: "Little nobleman, that kid has been tortured for a long time now, I'm afraid he doesn't look very good-looking, and he might scare you gone."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he talked about Jiang Chi, he became even more anxious, what if Sikong Yue was tortured to death by them?

"Needless to say so much, you just take me to see him."

There were sporadic coldness like ice crystals in the little nobleman's voice, the jailer shuddered unconsciously, and quickly smiled: "Please come this way."

Sikong Yue's torture chamber was at the deepest point, after passing by many prisoners clutching their wounds and groaning, as well as jailers with bloody faces, they walked up to Sikong Yue without any risk.

This torture room isolated the other prisoners, and one could only vaguely see a bloody figure lying in the depths of the gloomy cell.

Jiang Chi was anxious, but he still tried his best to maintain a cold look on his face and said, "You go down first, and I will call you if there is something else."

"This..." The jailer was very embarrassed: "Little nobleman, you don't know, this Sikong Yue is very strong in martial arts, if he hurts you..."

"You don't need to worry about it!" The little nobleman seemed to be angry, and his voice was a little higher, like a canary who is so proud of being favored, even if the jailer was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to show it, so he nodded with a flattering smile. Withdrew.

Their movements were not small, but Sikong Yue, who had just closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, actually heard the voice of his little Guanyin early in the morning.

It seems that the little Guanyin is not only alive, but also doing well.

Sikong Yue breathed a sigh of relief slowly, but remained motionless, not wanting to react to Jiang Chi who whispered his name through the cell door.

Now that he has been slandered and killed Jia Yun, Jia Shen will not let him go, and it is better for Jiang Chi not to get involved with him.

Jiang Chi yelled twice, and seeing that Sikong Yue still didn't respond, he fell silent.

Even though she knew that this was the best way, Sikong Yue still felt a little lonely inexplicably.

This time he was the one who completely pushed his little Avalokitesvara away.

Even if he died in the future, no one would care.

The sound of metal keys colliding rustled, and soon the prison door was opened, and the familiar aroma instantly diffused into Jiang Chi's nostrils.

"Sikong Yue! Sikong Yue!" The little Guanyin squatted on the ground, and carefully patted Sikong Yue's blood-stained side face.

He was so anxious that he took off the curtain that was obstructing his face. He didn't know what was wrong with Chu Heng, but he had to bring this strange thing with him whenever he left the palace.

Jiang Chi was afraid that Sikong Yue would die, so there was a bit of soft crying in his voice: "Sikong Yue, please take care of me, you must not die."

The dirty-looking Sikong Yue finally moved, his eyes were still closed, he reached out and caught the young man's slender white wrist unexpectedly, and pressed him under him with a little force.

Jiang Chi was taken aback, opened his eyes subconsciously, looked at Sikong Yue who had suddenly cheated on his body in horror, and almost bit off his tongue: "You you you you, so you are not dead!"

Sikong Yue laughed, even though her face was covered with blood, she still couldn't hide her handsome and handsome youthful spirit, and there was a bit of chic ruffian on her blood-stained face.

"Little Bodhisattva loves me so much, even if I get to Naihe Bridge, I will escape back."

He whispered to the youth's porcelain white ears, and said with a little smile: "Little Bodhisattva, I never thought you would like me so much."

This man was about to be beaten to death, yet he still had the heart to joke with him.

Jiang Chi admired his optimism a little bit.

Being pressed under him, the little fox breathed a sigh of relief at first, then blushed involuntarily, and said in a low voice, "You, get out of the way first, don't press me like this."

Sikong Yue said: "No, I'm about to die, and you won't let me hold you for a while longer?"

Jiang Chi said, "How did you die? That Jia Yun, you didn't kill him at all."

Sikong Yue sneered and said: "So what? They just used this reason to get rid of the Sikong family. Now that Sikong Tu is dead, Gao Yunni has gone crazy, and I'm in jail again. Is the slaughtered fat waiting for them to divide?"

Jiang Chi had never faced the ugliness of human nature so straightforwardly before. He was stunned by what he heard, and didn't react for a while, so he could only blink his eyes ignorantly.

Of the two people who kidnapped him that day, one died and the other went crazy?

A piercing chill shot up the boy's back, and he always felt that he had accidentally brushed shoulders with death.

Forget it for now, the important thing now is to find a way to rescue Sikong Yue.

Road escape movies like Thelma & Louise flashed through the little fox's mind, and he grabbed Sikong Yue's hand and said earnestly: "Then we can't let their scheme succeed, or let's escape from prison! will save you."

Sikong Yue raised her eyebrows: "You save me?"

Jiang Chi's eyes blinked, their eyes glowed with sparkling water, and he looked at Sikong Yue with hope: "Your martial arts should still be there, right?"

Sikong Yue: "Yes, it's just that you ran away with me, and it won't be so easy in the future. You have also become a fugitive."

Jiang Chi's mind was quite simple, he squinted his eyes and smiled: "You will save me, right?"

"I can go and distract the jailer!"

He thought of it as soon as he thought it out, he was so innocent that he was a little pathetic, but just as he was about to stand up, Sikong Yue pulled him and fell straight into his arms.

Sikong Yue had injuries all over her body, but when she met the little Bodhisattva, it seemed that the piercing pain had disappeared. She lazily hugged him in her arms and buried him on the young boy's neck, taking a deep breath.

Jiang Chi didn't think there was anything wrong with this action, but asked him blankly, "What's wrong?"

The clothes on the young man's neckline were rubbed apart, revealing a trace of snow-colored collarbone, and the scarlet hickey imprinted on the soft skin, as clear as red plums falling in the snow, dazzlingly beautiful .

Those hickey marks almost seemed to be left by someone who exhausted all his strength not to swallow the deliciously tempting flesh, grind and suck with his teeth for a long time.

One look and you know it's intentional.

This is a demonstration against him.

Although Sikong Yue had a rough background, she was still a high-spirited son of a family, how could she stand such a blatant provocation, she couldn't help but use a little strength in the hand that was holding the young man's slender collarbone.

Jiang Chi didn't seem to know that his body was covered with pokes, he was pinched and hurt, he moaned and frowned coquettishly, looking at him with eyes that were naturally angry and resentful.

Sikong Yue felt her heart skip a beat for no reason.

What kind of bullshit national teacher, protesting against him?

Sikong Yue sneered, the cell was brightly lit, and that extraordinarily evil and handsome face looked extraordinarily mysterious under the faint light of the fire.

He let out a long sigh, hugged the thin body of the boy in white tightly, leaned against the porcelain white ear and whispered:

"Little Bodhisattva, although I really want to escape, it's just that it's not the time. Do you know where the national teacher in the forbidden palace came from?"

His tone was too provocative, and it happened that Jiang Chi also felt that there was something wrong with Chu Heng's whole body, so he unconsciously became serious, his face tightened, and he shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Sikong Yue narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Then let me tell you."

"That Chu Heng was born three years ago. Today, the Holy Majesty is superstitious about Buddhism and building Buddhist temples in Bianjing City. This Chu Heng is using the name of a walker. I don't know what kind of demon method he used to confuse the Holy Majesty. He is called the king of a country." He also became his puppet, and truly became the person who controls the lifeline of a country."

Sikong Yue sneered: "This monstrous monk, in the name of blessing blessings, committed crimes and made the whole court into a mess. Those spineless things naturally tried their best to please him for their own future, and it was you... originally It was also dedicated to him by Sikong Tujin."

Monk?

Jiang Chi was puzzled: "But he has hair." At first glance, he really couldn't see any resemblance to a monk.

Sikong Yue said: "You will know later. It's just that you must be careful when you meet him. People around him seem to have lost their minds and enshrine him as a god. They are willing to die for him."

"Also, I suspect Jia Yun was the one who killed him."

what?

Jiang Chi suddenly raised his eyelashes.

"Jia Yun's death was exactly the same as Sikong Tu's. All the bones in his body were shattered. Only the clothes he was wearing at that time and the broken internal organs and flesh were left at the scene. Ordinary people will definitely not be able to turn a person into pieces of meat in a short period of time. "

"But if it's that demon monk, everything will be explained."

"But why did Chu Heng kill them?" Jiang Chi was dizzy.

Sikong Yue touched the boy's ear, this action made them as close as a loving couple:

"Don't you think it's strange? Both Jia Yun and Sikong Tu tried to bully you, and they both died at Chu Heng's hands. He must have wanted to use the deaths of these two people to deal with us. Now he has used Jia Yun's death to scream I became a felon. I think Chu Heng still needs to use you for something, if you are around him, you must be careful."

Sikong Yue's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and the breath between his lips was stained like rouge on the side of the boy's ears: "Do you still remember your senior brother named Fufeng?"

Jiang Chi's eyes lit up.

"remember."

Sikong Yue almost gritted her teeth, but right now there is really only this person who can help: "If you have a chance, go to him and find a way."