By the time Betsy learned the news, Yan Hua had already disappeared.

Betsy had been to the scene, and looked at the mess in a daze, a little overwhelmed.

That's when she thought about the conversation she had had.

"It's over, she won't be thinking about ......"

The more Betsy thought about it, the more scared she became, that kind of place almost never returned, why did she want to go there?

Bloodhell.

At this time, Yan Hua stood here and turned himself in for the "evil deeds" he had done.

The Red Angel's clan can make an appointment, but they are not allowed to attack privately or sneak up before the other party responds to the battle.

Yan Hua sneered, and the fight and brawl required a bullshit chivalry to restrain it.

This is for fear that anyone will dare to attack the aristocracy, right?

Yan Hua was very disdainful of Miria's pretentious appearance.

Her main purpose is not her, just the way she is annoyed.

She hadn't figured out how to enter the Blood Prison yet, and when she was about to go back to rest, she was thinking about how to sneak in.

But I don't want Miria to send it herself, so I can't blame her.

Therefore, a fingernail cut off half of the opponent's arm, in fact, it is really just incidental.

Yan Hua stood in front of the door of the blood prison and surrendered in a harmless manner, which made the prison guards speechless after looking confused.

He showed his wisdom and checked the list of wanted criminals, and there was a very vague wanted warrant, and his name was Lu Yao.

After checking, the prison guards were even more speechless.

It stands to reason that this person has done such heinous things and such serious crimes, why did he give such a photo of coping with things?

But the fluctuation of the wings and the fingerprint review are closed.

The prison guard looked at the delicate and gentle little girl, and really didn't believe that she was fierce, and she was able to beat Pace half to death with one move, and cut off half of Mi Da's arm with another move.

This ferocity has soared directly to the level of pure-blooded nobles.

The hierarchy of the Red Angel is very clear.

Ordinary red angels multiply like humans, and the noble class either marries to obtain higher bloodline offspring, or their own clan continues the purest bloodline inheritance.

Of course, there are also beings who are reincarnated like royalty.

It was the purest bloodline, and the most sacred of ancient gods, the means by which they were to avoid destruction.

And the purer the bloodline of the Red Angel, the more terrifying its own strength is.

The most formidable royalty can even kill people with a single look.

The little girl in front of her, who is not even as good as ordinary civilians, has such strength, no wonder the prison guards are sideways.

Yan Hua doesn't know much about this, but he still knows a little bit from 9001.

Facing the strange eyes of the prison guards, Yan Hua's eyes were not wavering, just waiting to be taken into prison and experience the prison life of a bloody prison.

The prison guards were neat here, and after the formalities were completed, they contacted the prison guards inside to pick them up.

The door of the Blood Hell slowly opened, and a cold aura and a disgustingly thick bloody aura came in.

Inside the door of the black hole, a figure slowly walked out.

is also wearing the uniform of a prison guard, and the one that is worn on his body can't hide his cold and murderous aura like a hell Shura.

His plain black uniform seemed to be still wet, and it was still stained with blood foam, and his hands, which were still dripping blood, explained what he was doing before he came out.

Yan Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, and then there was no more.

The prison guard who came to pick her up in front of her seemed to her more like a pure red angel.

Murderous, brutal, cold-blooded, and emotionless.

The prison guard who went through the formalities with her gave her a self-conscious look and took a bag to her.

Yan Hua took it, her hand was cold, and the prison guard who came to pick her up didn't know when, and the cold handcuffs were already handcuffed to her wrists.

Yan Hua was very calm, took the bag and followed the prison guard with the smell of blood into the gate of the blood prison.

The prison guard watching this scene outside the door shook his head, watched the door slowly close, and sighed softly as something crossed his eyes.

"It looks like another clan is about to fall."

The Blood Prison is the place where the most heinous felons are held in the Red Angel Clan.

Yan Hua injured the little lady of the aristocratic Mi family before, and if she was sent to blood prison, she must be specially taken care of so that she will never return.

However, she herself seems to know nothing, I'm afraid that she naively thinks that she will be released after being imprisoned for a while, right?

It is as if in the human race, wounding is not punishable by death.

The prison guard lamented the young girl's youth and shook his head with a sigh again.

"It's a pity, so young."

Yan Hua, a little girl who was considered to be young and would die, followed behind the prison guards who came to pick her up at this time, and in the dim light, she looked at the bloody prison guards in front of her who were more than two meters high, and her eyebrows were slightly raised.

She could feel the oppressive force that the prison guard had brought her, and she could imagine that his action must have been lightning fast.

That's why you dare to turn your back on me, a seemingly harmless rookie, and aren't you afraid of my sneak attack? ’

The corners of Yan Hua's mouth hooked up with an inexplicable smile.

It was only this smile that came up, and in the dark depths in front of him, there was a terrifying scream and a loud sound of flesh tearing bones and breaking.

It would have to be at least two meters of giants whose leg bones had been twisted off in unison to make such a loud noise, right?

Yan Hua thought strangely in his eyes.

Her conjectures quickly turned into seeing and believing.

Watching the huge red angel like a hill slump into a pile of mud, he was pushed into a pool of blood by the two prison guards with emotion.

Yan Hua's eyes flashed.

Well, she is limited in her imagination without knowledge.

I didn't expect the Red Angel to have a bigger guy.

The highest she had seen before was just over two meters, and she still underestimated the enormity of the Red Angel.

It's no wonder that she is more than 1.9 meters tall, and she is still regarded as a little girl, and she is called a "small" by someone.

Her deity was about the same height as she is now, and she was suppressed in height.

This is the first time other than orcs.

But consider that these murderous creatures, although they look like people, are not human.

Well, I've finally found some psychological comfort.

Yan Hua stood expressionlessly behind the prison guard who stopped his steps, peeking at the guy who was broken all over his body like mud.

I saw that his limp body, which was soaked in the pool of blood, was slowly recovering under the nourishment of blood.

The recovery speed is comparable to inflating a balloon.

In just a few blinks of an eye, that lump of mud had once again become a three-meter-tall strong man as tall as a horse.

It's just that this strong man is too miserable.

Before he could recover, he was dragged out by the prison guards again.

Then there was another "click" sound.

When the screams and the sound of shattering bones stopped, he turned into a puddle of mud and was thrown into a pool of blood again.

And so on, like a demon tortured in the eighteen layers of hell.

Such a bloody and terrifying picture, Yan Hua watched it with relish, as if he didn't realize what he was about to face.

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