Ling Yao secretly slandered in her heart, if this is not angry, then she really doesn't know what the queen's anger looks like: "Niangniang, it's cold at night, let's go back, even if it's for the little prince in the belly, Niangniang, you have to take care of your body." ”

When she heard "Little Prince", Liu Wanru's face finally showed a smile. She touched her flat lower abdomen and said softly, "Child, child, you have to fight for your mother." ”

Inside the prison.

Purple leaned against the wall and fell asleep. Xu Wanqing shrank aside, her eyes widening.

In the distance, there was the sound of progressive footsteps, which seemed to be mixed with cursing.

"You dead! What the hell! Lao Tzu has been in this prison for ten years, and he has never heard of this prison being haunted! Look at your dead nature. ”

"Ouch, Master Fan, what the little one said is true, the prisoner who just came in really has witchcraft! How else could her eyes be purple? ”

"Go, go, go! I want to see what kind of magic this woman can do! Hmph, when the time comes, under Lao Tzu - hey, hey, hey, I really hope she can play some tricks. The man called "Fan Ye" is called Fan Yi, and his ancestor has been the head of this prison since he was born, and he is already the third generation in his generation. I SAW HIM SPEAK, AND HIS FACE WAS FILLED WITH A YIN [HARMONY] SMILE, IT HAD BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE A WOMAN HAD BEEN LOCKED UP IN THIS PRISON, AND THE PREVIOUS ONE, THEY WERE TIRED OF PLAYING FOR A LONG TIME.

At the thought of the fine skin and tender flesh, his hands began to itch, and his brother was also in a state of euphoria, as if he had long been ready to "fight".

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Xu Wanqing began to tremble again, and Ziyi was also awakened by the heavy footsteps and curses.

She wondered if she had misheard it just now, and then thought about Xu Wanqing's scared look when she saw the jailer before, and her words that she wanted to say - Ziyi only felt her head "buzz".

What to do? What to do?

Cao Lanlan!

Ziyi anxiously searched around, but she couldn't see Cao Lanlan's ghost, could it be that she was really going to die here today?

At this moment, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer is as terrifying as the impermanence of black and white that asks for life!

Ziyi gritted her teeth! Now there is no one to save her, so she must save herself!

"You! The new one, come out for me! I want to see what the hell you're doing here! Fan Yiming ordered the little jailer to open the cell door, and Ziyi lowered his head and did not speak, but stood up quietly and walked to the door.

"Hey, hey, what a pretty!" As soon as the cell door opened, Fan Yi dragged out the purple clothes that were still in the prison, put a pair of rough big hands on the shoulders of the purple clothes, and the other hand restlessly touched the little face of the purple clothes.

"Uncle Ben is going to take you for questioning now, hehe-" He glanced at the jailer, who obediently locked the cell door again. He looked around tremblingly, but saw that nothing strange seemed to be happening.

"Ahh How about it, the uncle is much gentler than the emperor—"

Facing Fan Yi, Ziyi just gritted her teeth secretly, she knew that she couldn't be impulsive now, she couldn't fight the two burly men in front of her, so she could only wait for the opportunity to act.