He tugged at the corners of his lips with severe pain, and an indifferent voice came from his ears, with a touch of sarcasm, "It seems that he is not dead yet!" ”

It's a female voice.

This voice.....

The long torture made his brain muddy, and although it felt a little familiar, he couldn't think of who it was for a while.

He wanted to speak, but his chest hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe deeper.

When he was confused and helpless, his body was pulled by a force and turned straight around.

This kind of action brought a tearing pain to An Rong now, and he let out a chaotic groan of pain in his throat, panting, and trying to look at the person in front of him.

In the dim light, the white figure swayed, and his mind went blank, as if he knew it and as if he had never seen it.

And the man just slowly hooked his lips in his blank gaze, "Do you want to be free?" ”

I don't know if it was because of the pain or something else, An Rong's mind became more and more confused, he didn't hear anything about the woman at all, only saw her red lips open and closed, with a mocking sneer on her lips.

An Rong closed his eyes again, his dull brain combed through his memory little by little, and at a certain moment, he suddenly thought of something and suddenly opened his eyes.

He forgot about the pain, his eyes widened, and he looked at the woman in front of him in horror.

"You...... You are...... Yuan'er ......"

Although the dress is completely different, An Rong still recognizes it, isn't this his daughter, An Shuyuan?

The heart is complicated and flustered like a sea, but when he opens his mouth, his voice is hoarse like sawwood, and his throat is so dry that it seems that there is not even the slightest moisture.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and before he could continue to speak, the woman suddenly bowed down.

She was wearing a wide white robe, and when she raised her hand, she could see the silver dark lines on the sleeves.

Slender fingers landed on his throat, and his red lips hooked slightly, "You don't have to think about who I am, just know that I'm here to help you get free." ”

The corners of An Rong's lips moved, and before he could say a word, a white light shook out of An Shuyuan's hand, and with a pop, An Rong's head had already deviated.

There was only fear in the eyes wide open, and a glimmer of relief from it.

An Shuyuan straightened up, pulled out the silk handkerchief, slowly wiped her hands clean, and threw the silk handkerchief away in disgust.

One last glance at An Rong's corpse, he smiled coldly, turned around and disappeared into the dungeon

It's just that not far from the prison when a force strikes at her.

An Shuyuan's eyebrows tightened, one side of her body could be avoided, and only the sleeves were cut.

She glanced sideways at the sleeves of her shirt and squinted slightly at where the power had come from.

On the opposite side of the palace, there stood a fiery red figure.

Dressed in red and with black hair, standing under the moonlight, she is breathtakingly beautiful.

An Shuyuan just frowned, "Bai Ze? ”

After Bai Ze took it with one hand, he glanced at her lightly, "Not everyone can come to Zhaoyang Palace. ”

An Shuyuan touched her sleeve and sneered, "But I still came in?" Besides, you're here too, aren't you? ”

Bai Ze pursed the corners of his lips lightly, no longer looking at her, only looking in the direction of Wan Qichen's dormitory, "This is the last time, leave immediately." ”

An Shuyuan did not leave immediately as he said, but sarcastically said curiously: "Are you working as a guard in the palace?" ”

Bai Ze didn't say anything more, but An Shuyuan thought of something again, and laughed to herself, "No wonder he can't get in here." ”