And Su Muyue didn't give the jailer a chance to come back to his senses at all, and suddenly stepped forward while he was unprepared, kicked under the jailer's crotch, only to hear a snap, and the painful jailer held his crotch and knelt directly to the ground, touching the ground with his head, and the whole person trembled in place.

In the previous life, in order to protect herself, she specially invited a female fist and foot master, so it was not a problem to rely on skill to deal with a few men.

It's a pity that her body is not up to the top now, but the actions of raising her hands and kicking her feet have almost overdrawn her strength, and everyone in front of her has become a double shadow.

The prison uniform that didn't fit her body was already tattered because of the torture, and it was even more precarious to hang on her body with her movements, as if it would fall off at any time.

But where do the people around still care about this, because they were all shocked by Su Muyue's neat skills, and no one dared to say much for a while, and the whole prison was so quiet that it seemed that even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

"Su Muyue, how dare you do it to Lao Tzu?" The jailer gritted his teeth and got up almost after a long time, staring at Su Muyue viciously.

Su Muyue's face was pale and there was hardly a trace of blood, but she still straightened her back, her eyes swept over the jailer, and said coldly: "Hmph, you dare to abuse lynching the official lady, what crime should you be guilty of?"

"Kill. At this time, an elegant and warm voice suddenly came from outside the cell, and the kite was low, and the beads fell on the jade plate, which was beautiful in an instant.

As soon as the man's voice fell, the gray-clothed guard beside him suddenly drew his sword, and everyone watched as the jailer clutched his neck and fell to the ground with his eyes glared, and soon fell silent.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man in disbelief.

A few dim rays of light hit him through the small window in the prison, and everyone only looked at the man's sharp edges and corners, and his peerless face was as cold as frost, but even in such a dirty and bloody place, it still couldn't hide the wanton demeanor around him.

The moment she saw the man's face clearly, Su Muyue's body trembled slightly almost invisibly, and her whole person was a little shaky.

The man in front of him is His Royal Highness King Yan Sikong Yan of the Yan Country!

Sikong Yan is the emperor's younger brother, and he was the seventh in line that year, so the princes called him the seventh emperor's uncle.

Now, he has won the trust of the emperor, and he holds the military power of the Flame Army, the most elite force in the Yanyan Country, and is naturally the object of the princes' rivalry.

It's a pity that this Seventh Emperor Uncle has never liked to laugh and smile, and he talks to almost everyone with a cold face, but he is a notoriously rule-abiding person.

That's why he directly ordered the jailer to be killed, just because this person broke the law.

Su Muyue closed her eyes in a panic, covering the thousands of thoughts in her eyes, but her already exhausted body couldn't support it after all because of her sudden uncertainty, and she couldn't help but stumble a few steps, almost fainting and falling to the ground.

The expected pain did not come, she clearly smelled a faint scent of bamboo, and then fell into a warm embrace.

In the blur, she seemed to have crashed into a pair of dark and deep narrow phoenix eyes, and the mist was thick, as if it was a deep pool that could not be seen, so that she unconsciously fell into it, and could no longer be redeemed.

Looking at Sikong Yan, who was close at hand, Su Muyue couldn't tell the difference between the past life and the present life, and couldn't help but be at a loss for a while......