Her keen hearing told her that footsteps were already heard on the staircase between the first floor and the basement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Therefore, as long as she blocks this sword and delays for a moment and a half, then the hope of life will come to Yun Qi who survived.

As for these prisoners who have been stained with her light, let them become a help for Yun Qi's escape in the future.

Her cherry lips opened slightly, but the silent two words were deeply imprinted into Yun Qi's mind like an imprint.

She was confident that he would understand her hint and that he would be able to escape before he was taken away.

The people facing her, including Yun Qi, who was desperate to live and die with her, suddenly opened their eyes and mouths wide, and the kind of shock that overflowed made Jing Hong, who was ready to die, completely confused.

In the next moment, her body fell into a warm embrace, and the owner of the embrace muttered her name while crying, "Shocking...... Thrilling ......"

Large tears fell on her neck, and she subconsciously shrank her body when she was hot.

"Yun Qi, you actually cried. She wrenched her uninjured hand from his arms, then took a half-step back, clumsily holding the wide sleeve to help him wipe his tears.

Her voice is soft and gentle, and there is a shallow surprise in her flat and straightforward narrative tone.

Yun Qi grabbed her hand and gently turned her body one hundred and eighty degrees, so that her back from the tip of the sword was facing her.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Although it wasn't until the moment she turned around that she realized that the flying sword that had threatened her life had broken in two and landed on the ground, it didn't prevent her from judging her state.

"C...... Lord C!" The little monk who had been persuaded to stop a little suddenly fell to his knees with a pop.

The guards and prisoners looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"C...... Lord C!" Several guards fell to their knees on the ground, but the tall man they called "Lord C" just stood outside the wide open stone door with a gloomy face and a word.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe and a white jade and gold headband, and his cultivation was many times higher than those guards, and he was obviously one of the leaders of this den.

His cold gaze swept around the basement, and a few people, including Jing Hong, Yun Qi, and the woman who had two broken arms, were stared at coldly by him for a while.

The atmosphere was tense and almost stagnant, and everyone even had the illusion that a catastrophe was just around the corner, but in the end, this "Lord C" just coldly withdrew his gaze.

No one knows what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd, but most people are still happy and happy to be able to escape death.

As for the guards who kowtowed like pounding garlic, this "Lord C" didn't even give a superfluous look.

After glancing at the "goods" in the iron cage, this "Lord C" turned around directly and prepared to leave.

"Kill them all. These were the first and last words he said when he appeared.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared in front of the stairs outside the stone gate.

"Yes, sir. The monks who had been following him like shadows agreed, and with a raised hand, they killed all the guards who were still kowtowing.

The lambs to the slaughter inside the cage silently watched the guards fall to the ground, silently watched their primordial spirits being pinched and shattered, and silently watched the murderous monks stride away.

The heavy stone door slammed shut before everyone's eyes, and the basement suddenly became dark and deadly silent.

The fresh blood flowing from the bodies of the guards quickly stained the ground red, and the prisoners with keen five senses only felt that their breaths were full of bloody gas.

The woman, with her arms broken, endured the pain and walked to the corner, then sat down slowly with her back against the wall.

Yun Qi thought about it for a while, and simply walked out of the cage with Jinghong in his arms.

Jinghong motioned for Yun Qi to let her down, but Yun Qi refused, so she had to command him to move herself to the beautiful woman.

The woman was wary of her sudden approach, and then stunned for a moment because of her frail but beautiful smile.

Hung sat down about two arm's length away from her, then nodded to her again.

The woman quickly came back to her senses, and she endured the sharp pain and generously returned a smile full of kindness.

Yun Qi sat down on the other side of Jinghong in silence, and the hands of the two were clasped together in a slightly strange posture under the wide sleeves.

Jing Hong's fingers gently swiped over Yun Qi's palm, and he slowly wrote one stroke at a time.

She is passing on important clues to Yun Qi that she has discovered, which will be their chance to escape.

I don't know if it's because the corpses in the basement served as a warning to the other guards in the den, after the basement returned to peace, the new guards never bullied/bullied the "goods" in the cage again, and even the guards insisted on staying outside the cage, and the guards did not disagree.

Of course, this little tolerance is due to the fact that all three of them had a high fever that night because of their injuries.

By the time the caretakers came to deliver the food the next morning, the three of them had been burned and had no strength to move.

Yun Qi and the beautiful woman at least maintained their sober senses, but Jing Hong, who was the most injured, couldn't even swallow a mouthful of water.

If it weren't for the young man who had communicated with Jinghong and Yun Qi on the escort before, he kindly helped feed them and drink water, and everyone wouldn't have found out that Jinghong was already sick to this extent.

The young man wanted to unite with everyone and make some noise to attract the guards so that they could help the three of them heal, but as soon as he said this suggestion, the monks who were afraid of being implicated immediately objected.

Although their voices are low, their attitudes are extremely resolute, and if they disagree, they will eliminate the posture of the young man who is the black sheep.

The young man had no choice but to compromise with everyone's self-preservation strategy of "everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door and takes care of the frost on the tiles of others".

After a long morning, the guards finally opened the stone door in the basement again.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he was about to open his mouth to explain the situation of the three of them to the guards, but before he could make a sound, two hands had already reached out from behind his back, and then firmly covered his mouth.

The young man's expression was grim and cold for a moment, but the monk who was only nervously staring at the guards did not notice it at all.