Then, when Qingjiu calmly grabbed all the good things from the pot into the bowl, the two guys didn't even raise their heads, their faces were serious, and they kept eating in their mouths
It's delicious and serious, as if it's an important meeting.
After having a satisfying and hearty meal of hot pot, Tu Heping looked at his young master with even more admiration. Sometimes Qingjiu would get goosebumps all over the place when he accidentally saw it. Mainly because of this guy's eyes and expression, it was really...
It was so disgusting that he really couldn't stand it.
I don’t know how the person involved, his host, feels.
After eating a hot pot that was so full that she could support the wall, Qing Huan decided to walk slowly in the garden a few times. Her stomach was really full and uncomfortable!
Then the cook came in to clean up the things, and Qing Huan and the three of them stepped into the garden under the bright and bright sunshine. There were many kinds of flowers in the surrounding flower beds, with colorful flowers vying for beauty, and occasionally there were a few butterflies and the like.
Flying up and down in it, it looks like a peaceful time.
No one expected that on such a comfortable day that one almost wanted to curl up in a rocking chair and squint his eyes to take a nap, those people would suddenly arrive.
No, to be precise...it has fallen into someone else's domain again.
Looking at the invisible space around her, which seemed to be covered with thick ink, Qing Huan frowned. Although it was a little unexpected, everything was still being calculated.
What she was waiting for now was for that guy to come out. As long as he showed up, even if it was just a clone, Qing Huan could directly kill that guy cleanly.
Qing Huan couldn't see her and simply stopped looking. She closed her eyelids slightly and waited patiently and cautiously for the mastermind to appear.
Not long after, Qing Huan heard the sound of "tick-tock" and "tick-tock" in her ears, which was like the sound of water drops falling on stones, or the sound of rain hitting the grass and branches.
Qing Huan listened carefully and felt that this scene was a bit strange. Her fingers couldn't help but curl up slightly. Qing Huan knelt down and touched the ground.
Qing Huan: "..."
The wet and stiff floor is not dirt, it feels rough and rough to the touch, but the ground is extremely flat and stiff.
Before Qing Huan could figure out the reason, the sound of soft conversation could be faintly heard in her ears. The sound was not far away, and there were some ringing sounds, so it should be indoors, and the sound should be separated by a wall.
It came through the wall.
Such a familiar scene, the indistinguishable voice in his ears was also familiar and unfamiliar. Qing Huan dug his fingers on the ground, pursed his lips hard, and his face was still a little pale. He remembered, he remembered where he was here.
!
This is hell on earth, a prison for half-demon slaves. In Qingjiu's words, it is a different kind of concentration camp.
No light or people can be seen here, and even the sounds are vague and unclear. The clearest words that can be heard are the desperate and numb screams before death.
Here, half-demon slaves are like grass, no different from chickens, ducks, and livestock. You can kill them if you want, kill them if you want!
No one will fall in love with a bug or an ant, and no one will sympathize with a creature like a half-demon. The word "half-demon" is nailed to the pillar of shame. It doesn't even have dignity. How could anyone
Sympathy, or pity?
Memories that Qing Huan had deliberately forgotten came flooding back. She sat quietly on the damp floor with a blank mind. Her lips had lost the color of blood, her face was frighteningly pale, and her body was so hot that almost her whole body was burning.
Pointing his finger at the stone slab, three people named "Cheng Muyan" were written word by word.
He couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream, and he couldn't tell whether the name "Cheng Muyan" was a name he came up with out of thin air after listening to some slave's inadvertent nagging. It was even less clear whether she had made it by herself.
A figure appearing in a sweet dream.
I don't know how much time passed, but Qing Huan felt that her boiling blood was slowly cooling down. The biting chill penetrated into her clothes. There seemed to be a sharp and cold pain in the seams of her bones. Qing Huan gritted her teeth and adjusted.
After sitting up for a while, my fingers began to consciously write information about the person "Cheng Muyan" and all the various events surrounding this person. My mind also began to recall the little bits and pieces of those days when I lived an upright life in the sunshine without stopping.
He doesn't want to believe that this place is his eternal prison, and he also believes that he has no ability to escape from this place where he never sees the light of day unharmed. There is no way he can survive here until now!
After sorting out everything completely, Qing Huan sat cross-legged, displayed the lotus seal on his hands, closed his eyes and calmed down, as if there was nothing he could do about this place, so he gave up on himself.
There was still silence in the darkness. Occasionally, there were one or two faint voices of conversation, and the continuous "tick-tock" of water droplets hitting the stone slabs made the sound particularly clear...
I don’t know how much time passed, but the spider spun silk in the corner again and again, and then formed a web. Water droplets splashed on the stones mercilessly, breaking several layers of stones. Thick dark sticky
The paste was getting closer and closer, almost reaching the tip of her nose. Qing Huan opened her eyes with a "swipe" sound.
The thick, clay-like darkness slowly faded away, as if Qing Huan had been fooled.
Qing Huan looked thoughtfully at the thick substance fading away like a tide. She was silent. She stretched out her wrist and her fingertips suddenly lit up. Then a small golden lotus bloomed faintly. As the petals of the lotus unfolded,
, the surrounding darkness faded away like an inkstone that had been splashed with water, until the last crisp "click" sound sounded, and the surrounding space was completely torn apart.
However, although the space was shattered, Qing Huan still did not walk out because...he now appeared in a strange scene again.
The scene in front of me was no longer familiar compared to the scene just now. There were many people walking around with their heads lowered. It was hard to tell what their purpose was. However, looking at the extremely light steps when walking, you could tell that these people were not low in cultivation.
However, for some reason, everyone had a bitter look on their face, as if they were not happy at all. This really puzzled Qing Huan.
Where is this place? Why is it that everyone has a deathly aura, their faces are gloomy and fearful, and they move cautiously, without even speaking in a low voice, for fear of disturbing something. Seeing this scene, it is really shocking
Creepy.
It feels like these people are like puppets. They don't even have extra expressions. They all have paralyzed faces. It's really scary no matter how you look at them.