Chapter 67: The Mysterious Old Man in the Heavenly Prison

It's true that older people have very good ears, but it can't be that kind of spirit.

I vaguely felt that the old man in front of me was not simple, but I looked him up and down, except for those eyes that were extraordinarily shone and restrained, he was skinny and haggard, and he was no different from an ordinary prisoner.

So, I replied, "Because that's not what I know, even if I confess, it's a false accusation." ”

He looked at me with some surprise: "I didn't expect that you girl still has a bit of backbone." ”

I smiled bitterly when I heard the backbone, if I really had backbone, I wouldn't follow Yao Yingxue and make promises, so I said astringently: "It's not backbone, I just believe in justice." ”

"Axiom: Is there an axiom in this world?"

As soon as these two words were mentioned, it was like stepping on the old man's tail, and his originally peaceful voice immediately became sharp: "What the royal family said is an axiom, even if they don't know anything about the truth, even if they know that they are wrong, but for the sake of their face, they still insist on being wrong, this is the axiom"

"No, it's not an axiom," I said, "What I said is what the heart desires, and it is true fairness."

"True fairness" He chewed these words carefully, muttering, like an exclamation, and as if there was a lot of helplessness.

After a while, he looked at me again, as if smiling, and said, "Well, you girl has an appetite for my old man, come," he said, moving to the edge of the fence, and looking at my old wounded hand, which had not healed and added a new wound, he spat on his palm, and rubbed it away, and wiped it on my fingers.

It's dirty

I felt sick and tried to retract my hands to dodge, but my hands were already so painful that I lost consciousness, and I could only watch him wipe his spit on my hands.

Looking at my disgusted eyes, he smiled: "I am dirty, old man, my blood and marrow are all elixirs, and any mouthful of phlegm is much more effective than those wound medicines, and you are lifting you up by using it, little girl."

Sure enough, the hot pain in the place he wiped was immediately relieved a lot.

I looked at him with some surprise: "You are you"

He smiled faintly, did not speak, and reached over and rubbed my eyebrows with his thick thumb, the force was not light or heavy, it was very comfortable, and a wave of tiredness came up.

"Have a good rest, a girl like you, you still have to stay up"

In the chaos, I heard his old voice say this, and I was once again plunged into darkness.

But this time it was different from the previous fainting, I slept very comfortably, even the hot pain in my hands dissipated a lot, and when I woke up, it was late at night the next day, I only felt that my spirit was better than before, and even the low-grade fever that had been lingering all the time had subsided.

I was overjoyed, and I was about to thank the old man next door, but before I could get up from the ground, a few jailers ran over and opened the cell door, and said viciously: "Get up"