The overwhelming sleepiness hit her, and she yawned several times, but she could no longer bear the increasingly heavy eyelids. She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly to the side, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
Bai Feiyue hugged her carefully, as if she was afraid of waking her up.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The beautiful and charming fox eyes drooped downwards, staring at the charming sleeping face in her arms for a long time.
With a sigh, his eyes were full of confusion, and he said to himself, "Sister Mu, are you really not Xiaobai's destined person? Sister Anu would never lie to Xiaobai, but Xiaobai has been waiting for so many years
I waited until you showed up, if not you, who would it be?"
The light from the torch still couldn't dispel the gloom and darkness in the prison.
Bang bang bang bang.
Someone was shaking the cell door relentlessly and wailing, "Let me out, let me out."
"Rong Chu, you will not die well, you will suffer retribution."
The cell door was made of iron, and when it shook, the locked iron chains and locks collided with the iron bolts of the cell door, making a clanking sound.
The air is filled with a damp musty smell everywhere.
Being underground all year round, you can imagine how turbid the air in the dungeon is.
It seems that due to years of inhaling poisonous gas from the ground, all the people locked up in the prison have darkened faces, dim eyes, and a gloomy cold air all over their bodies.
Like a ghost wandering underground.
Especially the person who just shook the cell door. His hair was unkempt, his face was stained with blood, one eye was necrotic, with only the white of his eye left, and his face was criss-crossed as if someone had painted a map on it. He looked extremely hideous and terrifying.
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My fingernails are already very long.
The nails are full of black dirt.
His clothes were in tatters, even worse than a beggar on the street.
In such a dirty and smelly place, an extremely conspicuous white figure suddenly appeared.
Behind the white figure there is someone holding a torch.
The firelight illuminated a stunning face.
Picturesque eyebrows, seductive eyes, and a tall and slender figure.
It seems that a piece of Zhilan jade tree can be seen in this turbid place.
Bai Ying walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped, curled his lips, and said in a low voice, "Who was cursing me just now?"
When he asked this question, the cursing had not stopped yet.
"Rong Chu, you will die a bad death, you will have no descendants, you devil, you will be punished!"
The man shaking the cell door looked as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind.
But the curses were extremely loud.
The sound of "death" and "death of descendants" came one after another, which seemed particularly clear and loud.
The dungeon is an airtight place.
If someone speaks louder, many people can hear him.
The jailer was already so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his face turned pale.
"Your Highness... I'll go over and take a look right away."
"Wait a moment."
Rong Chu stopped the person, glanced in a certain direction, his smile was elegant and perfect, "I found the person and pulled out his tongue. I don't want to hear him scream again."
"Yes. Yes... I'll get it done right away, little one." Cold sweat broke out on the jailer's forehead even more.