The wind in this prison was like a man's whimper, and it was as cold as night blood, blowing on the scaly wounds all over his body covered by his clean white clothes, and all the pain of these months hit his body like a tidal wave. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Jingyang's body, which stood up in a real sense for the first time in months, trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes, which had become clear again, were like rippling lakes.

All the pain, Jingyang felt like it was still pouring on him at this time.

The two jailers who supported him looked at him with some surprise, accustomed to his tenacity, and his reaction at this time was somewhat surprising, but then relieved.

Everyone in Zhongzhou knows what it represents, this is the real hell, hell is reincarnation, there is only painful reincarnation here, and no matter how resolute the heart is, there are people who have lost their minds in it, let alone a 16-year-old boy.

As torturers, they were nurtured by these horrific tortures, and their bodies were full of anger, and their eyes were even more red; they themselves were the perpetrators, and they were all subjected to these tortures and changed by the environment here, and their lives were full of anger, and naturally no one else in the outside world knew about the horrors here. Looking at Jingyang at this time, I couldn't help but feel admiration.

"Be careful. One of the jailers let down all guard and hostility and patiently reminded.

Jing Yang bowed his head at him, glanced back at the prison where darkness and fire intersected, turned his head and gasped weakly, and began to stagger down the stairs in the first-step corridor, staggering and stumbling with each step, as if about to fall.

The bronze door finally appeared in front of him, and the torches on both sides were like a pair of ghost eyes, gluttonous light, coveting his body.

"Are you ready?" the jailer asked softly again.

Jingyang closed his eyes and slowly bowed his head.

"Bang bang—" The rune bronze door slowly lifted open.

Jing Yang forgot how long he hadn't seen the sun, and when the door of the heavy prison of the Supervision Division opened, his heart, which had been swallowed up by darkness for a long time, seemed to break through the clouds in an instant, and the gentle light pierced his eyes like a sword that stopped suddenly, giving him a tingling pain at the same time, it also sent the long-lost warmth into his internal organs, and the wounds on his body were also tingling.

More than three months ago, Zhang Jianguo was sent out from here to be beheaded, and he did a prisoner who deceived the entire dynasty that day.

Now, he has walked out as the first person to be released from the prison of the Supervision Department.

Or lift it out.

Standing at the door of the prison where darkness and light meet, a stretcher was placed on him, and a jailer brought a folded black cloth to cover his eyes to prevent him from being blinded by the transition between dark and light.

Jingyang was drowsy, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the light in the darkness after closing his eyes gradually clear, and the warmth on his body penetrated from the surface.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, feeling all the beauty from outside the prison.

It's all over, all the pain, it's over.

The thick history of the prison came to his side.

Looking at the skin as pale as a piece of paper, the body that was so weak that it would fall apart at any time, he felt a deep guilt in his heart, as a fellow disciple, he had a lot of things to say, but Jingyang's state still made him say nothing.

"Get out of Hany early. The warden said silently in his heart.

……

In the open space outside the door, a few yellow grasses swaying in the wind, as if beckoning to Jingyang, who had returned safely. The two carriages stopped at the door, the two big horses shook their heads, and Lu Wuqin, Huang Xuemei and Tang Huan were all standing in front of the carriage extremely restrained and nervous.

The rune bronze door of the prison like a city gate shook and slowly opened.

Jingyang was slowly carried out by two prison guards of the Supervision Division.

The expressions of the three of them were all moved the moment they saw the door move, and when they saw Jingyang being carried out, the bodies of the three of them trembled even more.

"Jingyang!" Huang Xuemei's body suddenly moved, flew forward, and arrived in front of Jingyang in the blink of an eye.

"Master......" Jing Yang didn't open his eyes, he closed his eyes and smiled, his pale face and weak voice, making people feel that the smile on his face seemed to disappear at any time with his faint snort.

After listening to the sound of torture for so long, the sound of his painful breathing for so long, and hearing such a gentle and familiar voice, Jingyang was so fragile that he had the urge to cry.

Adaptable, calculating and calculating, but no matter what, tribulation is always tribulation, pain is always pain, and I am always a teenager.

Huang Xuemei's hand fell on his pulse, feeling the pulse in his body, and her face instantly became gloomy.

"What did you do!?" Huang Xuemei shouted angrily, and the jailers stiffened, feeling that their faces seemed to be instantly slapped with a wave of fire.

"Senior sister......" Lu Wuqin held her shoulder.

Huang Xuemei's petite body fluctuated violently, and after she took a deep breath, her violently undulating distant mountain-like chest gradually calmed down.

"Master Huang, Master Lu...... You're all here?" Jingyang smiled.

"Well, we're all here. Huang Xuemei held his hand in the palm of his hand, tidied up the corners of his slightly messy clothes for him, and said softly.

Jingyang has never felt the gentleness of her master, even if she fails to break through the realm, she is suddenly fine, at this time, these delicate concerns make Jingyang feel extremely warm, warmer than this rising sun.

"Senior brother. Tang Huan, who was like a white flower, walked to Jingyang's side, looking at Jingyang's condition, her good-looking face was full of unbearable color, her head was slightly sideways to look at the shadow of his stretcher on the ground, and she couldn't bear to continue looking.

"Senior Sister Tang. Jingyang's face showed a satisfied smile.

He hadn't seen the rest of the people for a few months, and Tang Huan couldn't contact him, but her appearance here meant a lot of problems, and his worries could be completely put down.

Wu Dynasty basically no longer doubted himself, the remnants of Dayin did not mess up, Zhang Jianguo escaped smoothly, a high-profile birth, was suspected by everyone, until the dust settled, in front of everyone's eyes from the back, the prince of Dayin, there was no trace.

In this invisible game, Dayin won completely.

"Hmm. ”

Tang Huan raised his head and looked at his face quietly, his eyes slightly reddened.

"Worries you. Jingyang coughed.

Tang Huan stepped forward and pointed his hand on the center of his eyebrows, and a breeze-like gentleness poured into Jingyang's body, and Jingyang's hair and skin slightly rippled with a flowing vitality.

"Let's go back to the sect. Huang Xuemei stroked his forehead.

"Good. Jingyang nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

PS: I'm sorry that the two more can't be done, so I'll make it up tomorrow. Today's exam, I thought I could get the two better, but there were messy things that led to the way it is now, and the number of words is very small, sorry.