It just wanted to prove that even though it was just a beast without any spiritual powers, it could still do a lot and take care of him.

"Ah Chen, am I useless?"

Watching him get weaker and haggard day by day, but he couldn't do anything.

Even pouring him a glass of water would spill half of it, and it really felt useless.

Its tone was very low, but Wan Qichen just gently stroked its back, again and again, the palm of his hand slowly turned back, landing on its tail, and his fingers gently hooked the few golden hairs on the tip of its tail.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, and his voice was gentle, "No, Bao'er is fine." ”

As long as it's by his side, it's all right, he doesn't need it to do anything, and he doesn't need it to take care of him.

"Liar." Qin Jiu pursed his lips childishly, and his words sounded like he was comforting him.

As if it was its tone that pleased him, Wan Qichen laughed lowly, stretched out his slender fingers and hooked its nose, and coaxed in a low voice: "Good girl, don't worry about me." You have to believe that even if it is for you, I will not let anything happen to me. ”

It was not easy for him to change it back to him, how could he be willing to leave it!

……

East Palace, dungeon.

In the innermost cell, in the corner, An Rong lay curled up on the cold ground, shivering.

The people of the An family are dead, and everyone thinks that he is also dead, and now, even he thinks so.

To live, but life is better than death.

He couldn't remember how much time had passed since he had been imprisoned in this dungeon.

The daily torment almost numbed him, and many times he felt that he no longer knew the pain.

Only the tiredness that came out of it repeatedly pressed him, and among the hundreds of limbs, there were waves of soreness that continued to erode him, like a thousand pounds of boulders hitting him like a flood wave, making him unable to move and struggle, and even losing the strength to speak.

He felt that he was afraid that the end had come, but he knew that he could not die.

In a daze, it seemed that someone was coming.

An Rong's body trembled even more, he was now without any intact skin, and his flesh kept falling off and growing again.

Wan Qichen, as long as he can summon everything he knows, he will be given a relief.

He chose to believe in him because he had no way out.

But he has already done everything he can, and even the letters that colluded with Chen Guoren were confessed by him.

He doesn't seem to have anything left to recruit.

Thinking like this, An Rong didn't even try to struggle as if he had given up on himself, just lay there and waited for someone to drag him out, no matter what he was tortured or done, it wouldn't hurt more after all.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and although An Rong kept telling himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, the instinctive fear still made him tremble until the sound stopped beside him.

However, he waited for a long time, but there was no drag as he imagined.

The person who came just kept looking at him, even if he couldn't see it with his back to him, he could feel how cold and creepy his eyes were.

Could it be that Wan Qichen is here?

There is a deeper fear in my heart, but there is also more hope. If Wan Qichen came, could he beg him to give him a break?

An Rong tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't turn around, there was only a chaotic darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see who Ran Di was.