After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Lin Jiran, who was so angry that his face turned black: "..."

What can be done.

Those caught by themselves must be transported back by themselves.

As a result, the disciples of the entire Taiwei Sect saw a wonderful scene.

The Great Elder, Elder Qiu, who has always been known for his strict discipline, comes quickly.

There is also the elder brother who is always breezy and gentle, standing in the clouds like the chosen one.

Falling from the clouds one after the other.

In the middle is Lin Jiran's Soul Eater Spirit Sword.

The spirit sword was magnified several times, and a concubine lying on the sword was a beautiful woman who was all over the country: Ji Yunzhi.

The beauty's expression was indifferent, and it could even be said that she was at ease.

All the disciples let out the first wave of sighs: Wow, the senior brother is not infatuated with the junior brother, and went to the Yaozu to snatch the marriage, right?

The disciples let out a second wave of sighs: Wow, Elder Lian Qiu personally welcomed Junior Brother Ji back, it seems that Junior Brother's sister-in-law's position is secure!

The "Master's Sister-in-law", who was in a stable position, was thrown into Taiwei's most terrifying cell in the next second.

All the disciples sighed in the third wave: Wow, the love of the big brother is overwhelming, and the hatred is also engraved in my heart.

You have to love Junior Brother Ji so badly that you can throw him into that cell and start the forced//love mode!

The implication of that prison cell is that the sauce is stuffed, so astringent//astringent! !

That's right.

Yan Zizhi only saw it when he opened his eyes.

The cell where the Taiwei Sect imprisoned the erring disciples turned out to be in the shape of a chrysanthemum.

???

This is a bit of a harsh meaning...

The taste is unique.

In addition, at this moment, his hands and feet were locked with slender shackles.

The golden chain walked back and forth with him, swaying all over the place, full of interest /// to the extreme.

This kind of golden chain was buckled from his ankle to his waist, and then to his hands. Against his white and tender skin, it looked very attractive.

For a moment, even the disciple escorting him completely forgot to look at the road ahead, and even tripped over him.

It's a forced/mandated//love script, that's right!

But in fact.

Curb chains aren't just good looking, they're slim.

There is also the most taboo spell in Xianmen on it. If you try to struggle in vain, there will be lightning strikes to hit the soul every hour.

A golden chrysanthemum with the same color as the chains blooms in the midair of Taiwei Back Mountain.

The four corners of the chrysanthemum are fixed on the cliff by invisible spiritual power.

In the middle of the stamen stands a black pillar in the shape of a prison cell.

In the pitch-black cell, spells are engraved on each of the pillars.

The cruel prison and the huge chrysanthemum blooming in the sky formed an extremely discordant contrast.

Up to this point, Yan Zizhi gradually began to suspect that this head of Taiwei really has some strange habit, right?

At first he thought the chrysanthemum cell was for him alone.

When I got closer, I realized that there was still a person sitting in the middle of the cell.

Lin Jiran This is, double//fly?

With all due respect, the taste/taste is somewhat too pungent/exciting.

The man hung his head, with one hand resting on his knee, and the other drooping naturally.

The long legs are straight.

In the not-so-big cell, half of his legs were taken up.

The disciple opened the door and sent Yan Zizhi in, who purposely leaned against the corner.

Nothing else, he was barefoot and didn't want to be kicked by someone's long legs and dirty his ankles.

The man's long hair covered his face and looked a little disheveled. On his head was an extraordinarily luxurious gold hairpin, which was randomly inserted there at a slant.

Look at the clothes on this person, although they are black and strong, but the corners of the clothes are not placed, and there are always faint golden threads flashing through.

You are either rich or expensive.

It's just that this rich or noble son has been imprisoned for an unknown number of years, and the golden spell chain in his hand has been deeply embedded in his wrist, almost fused with his flesh and blood.

If it weren't for his almost sickly pale skin, it would be almost impossible to tell where the flesh and blood were and where his chains were.

Hearing someone coming in, the person didn't move.

Xiao Huangqi: [Is he dead? 】

"Which dead person have you ever seen who only cares about being handsome?"

When Yan Zizhi sat down, he heard a cold snort from the man in his hair.

See, live.

Yan Zizhi is not a curious person.

The man didn't speak, and he was not interested in his life experience.

"So you're waiting here now?" Little Huangqi couldn't help but flew out of his cosmos bag.

Yan Zizhi was very relaxed, and picked a corner of the cell by himself.

The cell is actually quite big, but why did he pick a corner, because in the other half of the cell there are a few sets of dead bones scattered there.

It's been a long time since I saw it.

It was very strange, the man in black was the only living person in the whole cell.

But this kind of weirdness is completely unattractive to Yan Zizhi.

"Excuse me."

He raised his hand and swung a dry bone to the other side, moving out of a very beautiful corner.

Although it is a corner, the scenery is first-class.

Because the chrysanthemums/flowers hang in mid-air, you can overlook the whole Taiwei School scenery, with clouds and mist curling up in the back mountain, and black rain in the Taiwei corridor in front.

Even the huge lotus pond in front of the mountain gate can be seen clearly.

What kind of cell is this? This is simply an excellent place specially prepared for drinking tea.

Just do it.

Little Huangli turned her head in disbelief to look at the creepy bones behind her, and her dark eye sockets were still looking at her.

"Are you sure you want to play Fengya in this place?"

Of course it's not fun.

Yan Zizhi from Shan Ruliu took out a Taiji-shaped copper basin bought at the foot of the mountain from the Qiankun ring.

Then poured tea into the two sides of the basin, and took out Xiang Jiurong's tail feathers, and scraped it lightly, and the true fire of Samadhi was ignited under the copper basin.

"Appreciating chrysanthemums/flowers proves that autumn is cold, and you should eat hot pot."

If you don't eat a good hot pot, what kind of fun is there?

So Yan Zizhi continued to unceremoniously took out all kinds of beef and mutton slices.And some weird little meats.

Of course, he didn't forget the combination of meat and vegetables.

Secretly used exercises to grab a few wild vegetables from the back mountain of Taiwei and came back.

Xiao Huangli, who took all this deep into her heart: [If I were the head of Taiwei, I might already be mad at you to death. 】

"You are not so magnanimous, so you are destined not to be the head of Taiwei."

Here, Yan Zizhi has started to cook the hot pot leisurely.

I have to say that the tail feathers of the little quail are really useful.

Lighting a fire is a must.

Yan Zizhi stuffed a mouthful of mutton while praising the young master.

It's a pity that some spices are missing to accompany it.

Tastes half as bad.

Just as he was having a good time cooking wine and hot pot around the stove, the man in black in the corner snorted again.

Still did not raise his head.

Based on the principle that those who see him have a share, Yan Zizhi acquiesced that if he didn't raise his head, he would have no share, and continued to eat on his own.

Since the dishes in front of him couldn't be piled up, he even conveniently put a dish in the hand of a withered bone.

Yes, this arrangement is very suitable for the occasion, and I can consider putting it in the room later.

The smell of hot pot lingered throughout the cell.

The other party was very unnatural, and turned his head a size away.

The little yellow oriole system once suspected that this man in black was going to raise his head, but was too scared to raise his head by this tiger-like operation.

Fortunately, Taiwei was very reassured about the defense of this cell, and did not send any young disciples to guard it.

Otherwise, the young disciples will definitely lament what kind of suffering in the world this is, and the locked-up people have wine and meat.

They have to stand outside to blow the cold wind.

This hot pot meal lasted until late at night.

When the moon was in mid-heaven, Yan Zizhi finally hiccupped slowly.

full.

After eating and drinking, you should lie down and sleep.

In addition to having a very quiet cellmate, Yan Zizhi felt that he would sleep very soundly tonight.

Unexpectedly, after falling asleep for less than a quarter of an hour, someone came to disturb my dream.

Inside the Qingzheng Hall of the Taiwei Sect.

Elder Qiu, who met Lin Jiran on the street, said seriously, "Is there any deep meaning in your proposal to lock him in that cell?"

Lin Jiran lowered his head slightly, and put on a humble and humble posture: "In the realm of innocence, the disciple once suspected that Ji Yunzhi should be taken away by the monster clan."

The author has something to say:

Male [-]: He eats hot pot in front of me! !

He actually ignored me!

Can he not see me?