A cold dungeon, the space around it is somewhat dark, without a trace of light. The air isn't bad or at least it's clear, but it's a pity that the underground is always dull.

The rune lamp on the table was turned on, and the light filled the dungeon at once, and the environment became brighter. It was a solitary cell, and it was the only one in the vast prison.

The cells were fairly clean, at least the bedding and straw on the floor were new. There's nothing musty about it, and there's nothing wrong with it other than being excessively quiet.

A figure was chained to the wall, two thick chains firmly around her wrists, lifting her arms high. The man hung his head down, and in the shadows where the light could not be found, a cold face looked silently at the ground.

Anchen was imprisoned in the dungeon of Demacia City at this time, this dungeon is a prison specially used to imprison the hero's combat power, Anchen has not been used by anyone before, Anchen was lucky to become the first luxury dungeon experiencer.

Galen sat in front of Anchen, and it had been half an hour since Anchen was sent in, and he had never said a word.

"So, what are you going to do, Galen?" Anchen raised his head and looked at Galen, the chains shook gently and there was a sound of scratching.

Galen also raised his eyes to look at Anchen, after that day, he had been trying to catch her and give an explanation to the deceased. He couldn't forget the bright red blood in the cold rain; He could not forget the broken blade that stood in the rotting swamp; He couldn't forget the rich blood in the blowing forest wind.

Looking at the person in front of him, Galen knew that he couldn't blame her for everything. War has always meant death, at least from her standpoint, she is not wrong. But this did not prevent him from hating her, and someone had to be responsible for all this. In his eyes, Anchen is that person.

"What are you doing in Demacia?" Galen's voice was low, and there were turbulent waves hidden beneath the calm.

"Find someone." Anchen responded, not hiding.

Galen's hand on the table clenched and nodded, he knew about Rui Wen, since An Chen was looking for someone, it would only be Rui Wen. After a moment of silence, Galen opened his mouth and continued: "Tell me everything you know about Noxus and Ruiwen's whereabouts, and then we will put you to death." Do you prefer poisoned wine or a noose? ”

An Chen hooked the corners of his mouth: "Since they will all be executed, why should I say it." ”

"At least not to be tortured." Galen said and looked at Anchen: "Don't doubt it, we in Demacia also have torture. ”

"I say, didn't you treat the captives well?" Anchen stood on tiptoe slightly, and the chains pulled her arm a little painfully.

Galen, however, was no longer ready to continue the nonsense, and stood up: "Our mercy will not be given to the enemy. With that, Galen walked towards the door, saying as he went, "Fiona will be in charge of your torture, and I hope you can get through it." ”

"Bang!" The door was shut, and the dungeon fell silent again, silent.

It was dark, dark clouds over Demacia, and Fiona walked out of the room, although she was not seriously injured during the noon capture, but there were many minor contusions, including some redness and swelling on her cheeks. Of course, this is not a big problem, and after a simple deal with it myself, there is no problem.

While her court swordsman guard is only tasked with patrolling the city's heartland, she has recently had a redundant mission to torture a heroic prisoner.

Ordering the guards to open the door to the dungeon, Fiona entered, the man was putting a lot of pressure on her, but she was only a prisoner now.

"Click, click, bang!" After Fiona entered, the door of the dungeon was slowly closed, and the bright candlelight on both sides of the aisle flickered, and the figures reflected on the walls, making the eerie tunnel even more terrifying. Fiona walked unhurriedly, her footsteps echoing through the hallway.

Anchen moved his head and saw the slender man open the door of the cell, and his rose-red hair was very remarkable.

"Can you untie my chains? It's uncomfortable. Anchen said, she didn't understand very much, since she had to lock herself, why she was still preparing a bed or something, and she couldn't use it.

"Familiarize yourself with your current identity as soon as possible, you are a prisoner and are not qualified to make demands." Fiona untied the sword from her waist and placed it on the table.

"So, you're not going to say anything." Fiona sat in a chair with her legs crossed and her hands folded in front of her chest.

"And what do you want me to say?"

"News from Noxus, and the specific whereabouts of Riven." Fiona turned to the side, put her hand on her neck and continued, "It's not difficult, is it? ”

The corners of his grin An Chen showed a wry smile that was more ugly than crying: "Noxus, I haven't been here for a long time, and I may know less than you." As for Riwen, I don't know where she is. ”

"Smack! Hum! ”

Fiona picked up the long whip placed on the table and shook it fiercely, the long whip made a hollow sound in the air, and then whipped it on Anchen's waist, and then Anchen gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort.

The shirt was directly torn open, revealing the creamy skin inside, but a piercing red mark was left on the waist.

Fiona smiled lightly and looked at Anchen. At this time, Anchen didn't look calm at all, he was hanging by the wall in embarrassment, his white shirt was pulled away from the middle, his flat and smooth lower abdomen, and his slightly bulging chest wrapped in black cloth strips were all visible.

Lazily holding the whip in her hand, Fiona's eyes lit up with excitement. Ever since her father, the once mighty dueling swordsman of Demacia, proved to be a villain, all her hopes for men had been shattered, and her mind had finally been twisted a little under countless pressures and countless duels. I don't know if it's a distortion or a special change, she loses her feelings for men and begins to like women.

Seeing Anchen gritting her teeth and panting slightly, Fiona's eyes narrowed a little confusedly, and her gaze stayed on Anchen's chest: "Your disguise is very thorough, in order to hide your identity?" ”

As she spoke, Fiona drew her sword and stepped forward. The blade of the sword lightly rested against An Chen's chest, and slashed downward at an extremely slow speed: "I still want you to say something." ”

An Chen didn't notice that the atmosphere in the cell was a little strange, and endured the hot pain in his waist: "I don't have any need to deceive you, do I?" ”

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Out of Xiao Hei's displeasure with Anchen's heroic name, I thought about it for a long time, so I changed the Cunning Blade to the Tricky Blade, which should sound better.