Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Yingfeng Offers Strategies
In a dark cell, Zhan Chen leaned against the wall, his eyes lost in thought. He had been locked up here for ten days, but no one appeared in front of him during these days.
After experiencing the initial panic and anger, he gradually became calmer. But what he couldn't figure out was Yin Meiru's attitude towards him. Why did she, a strong martial artist, want to hold on to a little martial artist like him?
But one thing he understood was that now he had no other choice but to wait.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, which made Zhan Chen's heart shake. These ten days were indeed too torturous for him.
His hands and feet were locked with a special kind of shackles. He couldn't move his Qi at all, couldn't practice, or even open the Qiankun Bag. This feeling was worse than death.
And for ten days, no one brought him water or food. Even his strong body as a martial arts master was a little unable to hold on.
The footsteps in the stairs were thumping, which seemed particularly clear. Zhan Chen finally saw the dark door, and the cold and proud figure that appeared was none other than Yin Meiru, walking in high heels, and his eyes couldn't help but
Shen, it was this woman who put herself in jail.
Yin Meiru arrived at the door of the cell, looked at the disheveled Zhan Chen for a while, and then said to the cell leader beside her: "Take him to the interrogation room. Later, I have something to ask."
The prison boss replied: Yes
So Yin Meiru turned around and left again. The cell leader opened the cell door and took Zhan Chen out. The two climbed up the stairs and walked through a long passage before arriving in a slightly more spacious and bright room.
Yin Meiru was already waiting there, and even raised her feet on the bench, showing a cynical look.
After Zhan Chen entered the room, Yin Meiru said to the cell leader: Get out.
The prison chief answered and exited the interrogation room, leaving Zhan Chen and Yin Meiru alone in the room.
Zhan Chen bowed to her as usual and said loudly: I pay my respects to the Holy Lady.
A trace of surprise flashed in Yin Meiru's eyes and she asked: Zhan Chen, don't you hate me?
Is there any use in hating you? Zhan Chen looked at her calmly and asked.
It seems that you have finally enlightened yourself. Yin Meiru said proudly, thinking that Zhan Chen had already begun to bow to her.
Your Highness, please forgive me for not understanding what you are talking about.
Aren't you going to surrender to me? Yin Meiru said in astonishment.
What kind of soft clothes should I take? Zhan Chen asked puzzledly.
Okay, let me see you, why don't you pretend to be stupid? Yin Meiru thought fiercely, then she asked with a cold look on her face: You killed my precious fifth-grade elixir, don't you have any regrets?
When he saw her, he wanted to beat her up. Zhan Chen became a little more angry. He looked directly into Yin Meiru's eyes and asked: I will admit what I need to admit, but I didn't kill the elixir. I think Her Majesty the Saint also knows this.
As if a little uncomfortable with his burning eyes, Yin Mei subconsciously lowered her eyes, but continued to threaten: Don't forget, your life is still in my hands.
When Zhan Chen heard what she said, his heart was pounding, and his desire for survival was tempting him to compromise: Otherwise, I will give in to the witch's power. It's more important to save my life first.
But in an instant he denied his timidity and fear of death, thinking: otherwise my spirit would have deteriorated.
So his eyes returned to firmness, and he said unwaveringly: Anyway, you will die if you admit that I was responsible for the elixir, and you will die if you don't. It's still death, so I might as well choose to die openly.
You bit your lip subconsciously. She felt that she had never been so angry since she was a child.
Both were stubborn and the conversation seemed to have reached an impasse.
Suddenly, Yin Meiru seemed to have thought of something, a proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said to Zhan Chen: Zhan Chen, I can forgive your sins, and the unreasonable things you said to me can also be ignored. As long as you are willing.
Do one thing.
What's up
I saw Yin Meiru suddenly kicked off one of her high heels, revealing her beautiful feet.
Zhan Chen's eyes were immediately attracted by her beautiful feet. Those pink feet were neither fat nor thin, but extremely warm. The toes were slender and round, and the nails at the end of each toe were painted brightly.
It is extremely red and shines with noble light.
Come on, Zhan Chen, as long as you are willing to kiss my toes with your lips, I can forgive all your crimes and let you climb to a higher position. How come at this time, Yin Meiru's sweet voice comes to him again?
There was a ringing in my ears, as if there was a kind of bewitching magic power.
Zhan Chen's eyes blurred for a while, and there was an urge in his heart to pounce on those beautiful feet, but he was restrained by his will. He thought: No, that witch is full of temptations, I can't be seduced by her.
Got it
All this was seen by Yin Meiru, who was secretly proud: It seems that my beauty is still useful to that dead man, but he only restrained himself.
Why, Zhan Chen, do you still need to hesitate? This is what every man dreams of. Yin Meiru persuaded again.
Holy lady, on this point, please forgive me for not being able to obey orders.
Why is Yin Meiru's eyes full of doubts.
Because, this is my Dao Zhanchen felt that if he really followed Yin Meiru's wishes today, he might be able to get his life, but he would lose his more precious dignity, and the dignity of a warrior can be defended with his life.
Then you are not afraid of death? Yin Meiru asked fiercely.
Not afraid
Okay, I'll fulfill your wish. Yin Meiru couldn't care less about her face anymore, so she stretched out her jade palm and slapped Zhan Chen on the forehead.
Facing the saint-level powerhouse, Zhan Chen felt a mountain of pressure, as irresistible as an overwhelming mountain, forcing him to kneel down and close his eyes.
But he forced himself not to succumb to this power, stood up straight, and faced life and death.
However, that seemingly menacing palm stopped just three inches away from his face.
It turned out that Yin Meiru was shocked by Zhan Chen's upright and aloof temperament. At this moment, her heart was full of contradictions, but she thought: Zhan Chen, why are you unwilling to surrender? Maybe you can show weakness a little, give me a step down, I
She will let you go, why, but she still gradually puts down her jade palm.
But Zhan Chen, who had walked away from the hell gate, seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His legs lost all feeling and he knelt on the ground. Only then did he come back to his senses, but he felt that the clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat.
Already.
Go away quickly. Yin Meiru turned around, turned her back to him and shouted.
Zhan Chen hurriedly struggled to stand up, walked out of the door, and returned to his cell under the leadership of the cell leader.
On this day, as soon as Yin Meiru returned to her palace, she lost her temper.
Suddenly she smashed another vase in her hand, and now the floor of the room was littered with fragments and falling gold and silver vessels.
The surrounding maidservants were all standing far away, watching in panic, not daring to step forward. They had never seen the Holy Lady so angry.
Only Yingfeng on the side vaguely knew Yin Meiru's thoughts, because it was she who followed the saint to the cell in the morning. After coming out of the cell, the saint's expression was not right.
Get out of here, you all. Then I heard Yin Meiru yelling.
The maids were so frightened that they ran out, and suddenly the huge palace became empty.
At this time, Yin Meiru woke up and found that Yingfeng hadn't left yet, so she asked: Yingfeng, why haven't you left yet? Don't you even listen to me?
However, Yingfeng said respectfully: I dare not, but Sir Saint, please tell me what is on your mind. Maybe I can find a way to relieve the worries of Your Highness.
Yin Meiru looked at her with memories in her eyes and said: Yingfeng, you have been with me for many years.
Yingfeng looked at Yin Meiru with a look of recollection, smiled sweetly and said: Your Highness, I have been with you for 80 years.
Yes, although you and I are like master and servant, we are actually like sisters. Is there anything else I dare not tell you?
At this time, Yingfeng knelt down and said: This slave is so honored, and I will do my best to die.
Yin Meiru helped her up and told her exactly how Zhan Chen disobeyed her orders and showed disrespect to her.
The more Yingfeng listened, the more surprised she became. Finally, she covered her mouth and looked at Yin Meiru in disbelief, thinking of a very bad possibility.
Finally, when the master finished speaking, she said very seriously: Lord Saint, he dares to be so disrespectful to you, you should kill him immediately instead of letting him go.
Yin Meiru was stunned for a moment, but hesitated. After a while, she said: No, I can't let him go so easily. He must bow to me.
Yingfeng looked at the stubborn saint, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and said to herself: What should I do? Has it already developed to this point?
How should I teach this Zhan Chen a lesson, other than killing him? Yin Meiru looked at Yingfeng in confusion, hoping to get an answer from her.
Yingfeng's heart trembled suddenly, as if she had traveled to the distant past. She had also had such an experience, and the relationship was unforgettable and still echoed in her heart.
However, she couldn't tell the saintly lady clearly, she could only give some hints, so she said: Holy lady, maybe your method is wrong. I see that Zhan Chen has clear eyes and a firm will, which is very different from the people in my demonic path.
, so you can’t use the same way you usually treat men.
What should I do?
Holy Lady, with all due respect, you should lower yourself a little and show him some favor.
Why do you want me to lower my body? This is absolutely unacceptable. Yin Meiru shouted unwillingly. She has never lowered her head to anyone.
Yingfeng smiled mysteriously and said: My Lady Saint, this is a tactic of playing hard to get.
Play hard to get
Yes, just to get the love of Zhan Chen, the moment that boy falls in love with you, he will become your prisoner completely, no different from the men you met before.
Yes, I have the most beautiful face in the world. As long as I show a little gentleness, I believe no man can resist it. The clouds suddenly disappeared from Yin Meiru's face, revealing a charming smile, as if she had thought of some interesting scene.