The silence is the night, and everyone has a variety of thoughts in their hearts.

If nothing else, it seemed like a night of no difference, and it was a terrible ordeal for both the wounded and the uninjured.

But it's such an ordeal, and everyone hopes that it can last longer. If it doesn't last that long, the next day will come.

When the dawn of dawn fills the earth, everything will be all over again, all before their eyes.

So, in a kind of inevitable attachment, everyone hopes that such an endless night can last longer.

They are cultivators, not to mention gifted, but even this level of darkness does not make them lose their ability to discern.

There is no light, but everything is clear.

And if the night that everyone is waiting for is clearer, I'm afraid, it's still that door—

The door was tightly chained.

This door separates them from the outside world, and the people in the dark prison can't hear the sound, and the people in the dark prison can't see any outside world.

It's a chaotic world, and they don't know anything about the outside world.

Time is ticking.

Slowly passes.

In the end, when people suddenly realized it, it was actually extremely fast. There is no possibility of backsliding.

"Jingle jingle bell—"

It was the sound of the chains on the iron gate being stirred, and someone was coming.

This was their first reaction.

The second response is a sense of crisis. If they come, waiting for them, or to be more specific, waiting for whispers, I am afraid that it will be an even more terrible treatment.

Who could have predicted that in less than a few days, they would really change their position so quickly.

Everyone didn't react. So he was forced to accept such an ending.

Dawn.

It is the dawn.

With a creak, came several big men with sturdy bodies and dark skin.

These big men are obviously not just strong limbs. To be entrusted with such an important task, it is clear that the prisoners also have a hand. yes, they're prisoners now.

What a ridiculous word.

He doesn't want to admit it, but there are some things that he can't deny.

Even if you really don't admit it, it still exists, it always exists. No one can argue with it.

Steady footsteps are approaching, little by little.

It seems to be silent, but in fact, it is just as if.

For the three of them, no one could not hear.

They opened the locked cell door, and the ablest of them said to the other two:

"Hold him down."

The 'he' in his mouth is naturally a whisper, and there is only a whisper.

Both of them had a thump in their hearts, and they could only look at him, he was calm and did not resist.

Then he went up.

I don't need to be pressed by others.

There were about a dozen people coming, and it was obvious that the preparations were extremely abundant, because of these ten or so people, six were holding them down, while the others were on the road, doing more careful guarding.

Sure enough, it was a repeat offense.

Riraku looked at the person walking unhurriedly in front of her.

The bright red blood was still there, and it was not terrible in the clear sunlight.

But obviously, the person in front of him didn't seem to feel the pain, and he didn't rush forward.

It's like that's what happens when you're not injured on a normal day.

I'm afraid that only he knows the hardships and sufferings in this.

Liluo was a little distressed, but she was really helpless.