The cell was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Yun Wan sniffed and vaguely smelled the fragrance of medicine. "Co*music*words*love*first*hair(http://www.klxsw.com

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Sikong Tian was locked up and cultivated, lying on a bed, his eyes were closed, his handsome face was pale and haggard, but there was no longer blood oozing out of his body, thinking that the empire was afraid that the witch emperor would die of serious injuries, so he had already sent someone to bandage him.

Yun Wan walked lightly, came to the bed, took Sikong Tian's hand, and checked his pulse, the pulse was very weak, but fortunately, there was no worry about his life.

But in an instant, the hand under her fingertips was suddenly withdrawn, and Sikong suddenly got up, supported the bed with one hand, and looked at her with a wary face.

He got up in a hurry, accidentally pulled the wound, and immediately distorted his face in pain

"Don't move, you lie down well" Yun Juan hurriedly supported him, wanting him to lie down.

Sikong tilted his line and didn't move, his dark eyes stared at her firmly, and his thoughts flew in his head, as if he was weighing, as if he was guessing why this strange Divine Palace Venerable cared so much about him

Yun Wan glimpsed the vigilance in his eyes, smiled, and said in a brisk tone: "I won't harm you, you are very much like a friend of mine." ”

After a long time, Sikong Qian smiled bitterly: "Your friend is really unlucky, he is similar to a proton of the dead country." ”

His voice was extremely soft, with a thick self-mockery, and a look of disgust on his face.

A slave who died in the country, a proton who lived like an ant, without the attachment of the state, his life has been ruined.

Now he is left with nothing but despair.

Such a commonplace stabbed her heart, and Yun Wan couldn't think of any words to comfort him.

She took out the Vientiane Linglong box, took out a seven-string guqin from it, and handed it to him: "Give it to you." ”

Sikong loves the piano, and if he can be accompanied by the sound of the piano, his proton career will not be so difficult

The moment Sikong Tian, who "gave me", saw the guqin, there was a hint of surprise in his gray eyes.

"That friend of mine is a piano addict who can play the piano, and you are very similar to him, I thought you should like it, so I brought the piano from the shrine."

The pale fingertips stroked the strings, plucking out a pleasant tone, Sikong tilted his eyebrows and eyes slightly bent, and his joy grew stronger.

Yun Juan put the guqin into his arms: "This guqin will be handed over to you to take care of." ”

Sikong leaned in his arms and looked at the girl in front of him in a daze, with a smile on his soft face, although the smile was shallow, it was warm

"I'm just a dead proton, you don't have to be so nice to me."

The people of the empire are eager to kill him, but she cares about him very much, and is she not afraid of being criticized

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The black Jiao outside the cell let out a cheerful roar, and the teleportation array was surrounded by purple light.

Yun Juan saw a familiar figure in the magic circle, and hurriedly stuffed the Vientiane Linglong box to Sikong Tian: "There is some food in it, you take it, I'll go first."

As the words fell, his figure flashed and rushed to the teleportation array, looking at the figure that was getting clearer and clearer, and smiling very brightly.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness Changxuan," she called sweetly, but secretly called bad luck in her heart

Changxuan stepped out of the magic circle, pressed his hand on the long sword at his waist, and looked at her with a smile.

"I've seen the dungeon"

Yun Wan glanced at him and bowed her head slightly.

Changxuan smiled: "The environment is good."

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Why did she suddenly have a very bad premonition?

Changxuan took her hand, lifted her little head, and said softly, "If you like it, His Highness can let you live here." ”