The sound was like a small stone being thrown into the calm and waveless water, and in an instant, it stirred up countless ripples, spreading out in circles and circles.

"Heavy Aoi ......"

"Heavy Aoi ......"

"Heavy Aoi ......"

………………

Countless voices, shouting her name, formed an overwhelming momentum in an instant, alarming everyone in the cell.

The prisoners in the cells on the heights, who had not been explored by Chongkui, also slowly approached the cell door with this voice.

In countless cells, hundreds of faces identical to her, all of them were inducted, leaning over, and across the cells, those originally desperate and gloomy eyes all looked at her.

Heavy sunflower, heavy sunflower......

They all knew her, and everyone shouted her name.

Chongkui was cold, the torch in his hand fell to the ground, and he rolled to the side weakly.

She also slowly leaned against the cold wall, sliding on the ground, and the tears in her eyes fell from her eyes as she sat down.

In that huge chessboard, all the chess pieces looked at her silently.

Pathetic?

They are all the most pitiful chess pieces, but no matter how pitiful they are, they are just a dead end, and they contributed their blood to feed the half-demon named Jiang Li.

But she ...... This girl named Chongkui is the most pitiful one.

Because what she has to dedicate is not only her body, but also her soul......

Chongkui held her forehead with her hand, and couldn't help but cry, choking one by one, slowly echoing through the large and silent cell, reaching the ears of those who were exactly like her.

They were silent, and in the end they couldn't help it, and shed tears with her.

Who is more pitiful than whom?

"Who am I?" Chongaoi's voice came from his chest in a low voice.

"You're Chongaoi." Someone responded to her.

Chongkui looked up, red and swollen eyes looking at one of the men who was talking to her in the cell in front of her.

"And who are you?"

"We ......," said the man, "and Chongaoi." ”

Chongkui looked at them in a daze, and there were countless words in her heart that she wanted to say, all of which were choked in her throat and couldn't speak.

She is also a heavy sunflower, and these people are also heavy sunflowers, why? Why is this happening?

So many people, it's her, and she's her...... So who is she?

"Don't be sad, you will know this truth sooner or later, it's just a little earlier, and fortunately, you are still you, and you haven't been taken away yet." The man's hands grasped the cell door, and there was sympathy and relief in his voice.

"This qiē is all because of Jiang Li." Chongkui muttered.

The man nodded: "We were all born from the art of blood fetus, this technique is very evil, it is an ancient forbidden art, and it is regarded as a taboo by the Six Realms, so it is not perfect, we are born from the imperfect art of blood fetus, so we are also ...... Not perfect. ”

"Blood Fetal Technique...... "Chongkui muttered, "How powerful is it to create so many similar people?" ”

"This is the terrible thing about Chongfeng, his lifelong cultivation has been spent on this blood fetus technique, just to maintain the life of Princess Jiang Li." The man said, "Jiang Li was born from the combination of shemales, and he was born extremely weak, and he was about to die at birth. ”

"I know, I've seen her." Chongkui squeezed his fist slightly, and then took out the beast sealing talisman.