The man guarding the dungeon stretched out his hand to stop him and shouted angrily.
The person who came had his head slightly lowered, and his face was hidden in the dim light and shadow, so he couldn't see clearly. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were like lightning, and her fingertips moved, touching his whole body. The person felt his body go numb, and then
Can't move anymore.
A black light and shadow was seen passing by in the darkness. Everyone who reacted felt their bodies go numb, then froze, and stood there unable to move or even speak.
Everyone looked horrified, what is going on?
Why can't I move suddenly?
The black figure retreated to the position where it stood just now, so fast that it seemed that it had not moved at all.
The man in front of him slowly raised his head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, and slowly walked inside.
The dark and deep corridor, with hot torches burning on both sides, still could not withstand the darkness and humidity of the dungeon. The cold wind blew from inside and blew on the cheeks, making it feel cold, like ice and snow in winter.
When the several jailors guarding the dungeon saw someone coming in, they were all restrained by Long Qingyue's tapping of Lanhua's acupuncture points before they could shout, and they stiffly maintained the action they had not yet completed.
In the dimness, I saw a white figure lying on the haystack in the dungeon. His breathing was unsteady and slightly rapid. It was obvious that he was injured and breathless, causing depression in his heart. Even in his sleep, he still had shortness of breath.
Long Qingyue had met Northern King Qinling once, and was somewhat familiar with his aura. At this moment, when she sensed it, it was a perfect match.
After taking out the key from the jailer and opening the cell door, Long Qingyue immediately rushed in, "King Bei..."
Putting his hand on Qin Ling's shoulder, Qin Ling groaned softly and seemed to wake up from his sleep. He turned over, revealing a familiar yet cunning and charming face. He was used to seeing him wearing bright red robes, and seeing him now
Wearing this white dress that is better than snow, there is a different taste.
Less romantic and more unruly, more noble and peaceful.
Long Qingyue was startled, and immediately reacted. She made the most agile movements, retreated quickly, leaned against the cell door, looked at the man in front of her warily, gritted her teeth and said, "Why is it you?"
Although she had thought that this was a trap, the person inside might not be the North King Qin Ling at all, or the killer arranged by Qin Luo, but she never expected that the person lying leisurely inside would be Shen Ce!
Why is he here?
Could it be that in order to avoid being chased by Qinglong Kingdom, he fled to Yibei and became Qin Luo's subordinate?
Impossible... Shen Ce has always been cunning and extremely talented. He will never condescend to others.
An idea flashed through her mind. She narrowed her eyes in shock and looked up at Shen Ce as if in disbelief. Light flashed between her dark pupils, "Are you from the Nether Sect?"
Shen Ce did not answer, but stood up slowly, with waterfalls of black hair hanging on his back. In the dim light of the fire, he looked particularly enchanting and evil.
"I knew you would come."
A faint voice sounded, carelessly.
Long Qingyue clenched her fists under her sleeves. Meeting him was like meeting a nemesis, and nothing good happened every time.
"Shen Ce, did you arrange all this?"
"I don't have that ability. I was just doing things for King Qin. Now I have no way to escape. Thanks to King Qin for taking me in." He pursed his lips and said lightly.
