Rui Xueji used to be arrogant, but now her arrogance is not even as high as that of Yan Xitong, who is a prisoner.
Rui Xueji snorted a little guiltily and strode away.
"Come on, your Majesty is waiting." Duotong said in a displeased voice.
The sound of the anklets being dragged was still slow and harsh, but my heart felt like it was entangled with a thin thread, making me feel a dull pain.
Looking at the man dragging his anklet slowly towards me, my eyes gradually became dull.
His eyes were as sharp as swords, his gaze was cold, and his whole body exuded a deadly and dangerous aura.
He was not wearing a prison uniform, but a set of reddish-brown robes, with several clusters of coagulated blood printed on his chest and waist and abdomen. However, because the color of the clothes was not visible at all, he thought they were prints.
His hands and feet were imprisoned by the indestructible black iron, and every step he took was very difficult, but his face did not look like he was imprisoned at all, and his unruly expression remained the same.
Looking at the wound on his wrist that was so deep that the bone could be seen, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.
"Kneel down!" Duotong put a hand on Yan Xitong's shoulder. Who knows, Yan Xitong's shoulder bone shook. Duotong was shocked and stepped back. She looked at Yan Xitong in shock. Seeing me here
Seeing this, Duotong was a little annoyed. He pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted: "You bastard, you didn't kneel down and salute when you saw the king?"
These words made Yan Xitong snort contemptuously: "Even if you kill me now, I will still stand."
I raised my hand to stop Duotong: "You go down, the former king was proud, and a small man cannot do anything difficult for others."
Duotong raised the corner of his mouth, turned around and left with a ferocious face of 'we'll see'.
With a bang, the gold-painted door closed from the outside, and the room was filled with solemnity.
With the help of the hanging lamp above my head, I looked at Yan Xitong carefully and felt a little better when I saw that he had no missing arms or legs.
But the look he looked at me was extremely cold. For a moment, Yan Xitong laughed at himself and said: "Xia Yan, you have to give up. Even if you kill me, I will not be able to make an antidote for Rui Xueji."
Come."
I clenched my sleeves slightly, it seemed that Xia Yan had indeed gone to Yan Xitong.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid, but with that dwarf buried with me, I won't be afraid anymore." Yan Xitong always had a smile on his lips, but the smile never reached his eyes.
dwarf?
I looked around, wondering in my mind, could the 'dwarf' in Yan Xitong's words be referring to me?
I was originally thinking of blowing up my identity, but the way he mentioned me just now was vaguely murderous. Based on my years of experience, I am afraid that he hates me and thinks that I am the reason for this arrest, so I will wait and see what happens.
Become better.
I laughed along: "It doesn't seem difficult to make an antidote, right? Why did the former king have to be so stubborn?"
Yan Xitong's eyes sharpened, and the fire in his eyes seemed to come over: "Xia Yan, what qualifications do you have?"
I think if the person standing here was really Xia Yan, he might immediately reply, "You don't have to do it."
But that was just Xia Yan's answer, not mine.
"No one can say whether you are qualified or not. I think the freedom of the former king should be more important. The country of Yan is leaderless, so it is easy for the country to perish. Is the former king willing to watch the collapse of the country of Yan rather than sacrifice his own dignity?
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Everyone knows the truth, and they can tell it one by one, but the real use is to tell it to those who are willing to listen.
