Fan Shunxin's voice was ethereal and lonely.

His body is domineering and undisciplined, and he has the demeanor of a Confucian teenager.

and the white shirt, and the purple headband, all of them are very ecstatic.

Xuan Zhongshi wanted to shout, Fan Shunxin's body was as hazy as fog, and even fell into his dream, splashing the flying dust.

Fan Shunxin, did he pity himself?

raised his eyebrows and continued to walk, and the fat man in front of Xuan Zhongshi was already holding the drawing paper with one hand, and the other hand was resting on his chin, thoughtfully.

"Is that her?"

"Huh?"

Xuan Zhong's status is lowly, and he will not rebel against humanity.

Therefore, standing quietly behind the fat man, the few search teams also looked at him with a wary expression.

But the Gen Middle Ages have no other meaning.

Knowing the approach of the Xuan Middle World, the fat man had no words, "hummed", and gave up his position.

"Look."

His voice was mixed with waves.

But what Xuan Zhongshi didn't feel was the meaning of the fat man - his facial expression was permeated with joy? Could it be that he sees something good?

How good is it?

He leaned over, the strangulation marks bloomed on his wrist, the fat man glanced at him, and in an instant, he had already noticed the trance of Xuan Zhongshi.

"She'......"

Before the words fell, Xuan Zhongshi hurriedly covered his mouth.

How can there be one more person?

Rushing to his face, he was full of vinegar, a calm teenager, and a girl in white.

The girl's shy expression finally stung Xuan Zhongshi's eyes.

She was softly held in the arms of the young man, with a coquettish expression, faint eyebrows, and sparkling eyes, which were drawn by Fan Shunxin.

Her face is delicate and beautiful.

Her skin was jade and delicate.

As for the pink and tender body, her white clothes had already been stained with blood, but the young man had already taken off his coat and covered her with affection.

Her expression became more and more cute and moving, and her body was lying directly on her stomach in an ambiguous posture--

Xuan Zhongshi's hands gradually clenched into fists.

The way he gritted his teeth made the fat man smile bitterly, his kind eyes, and his voice was still vicious--

"What? Fan Shunxin knows her, unlike you, who has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai! Aha......"

The fat man's voice is clear to hear.

Xuan Zhongshi's body trembled, and the whole person was boiling with blood because of hatred.

"Okay, which noble son is competing for the girl?"

He saved her, he thought......

Actually, it's not counting, he gave the girl a piece of jade, which is still a symbol of his status! Why did he give? Because of the gratitude of the retribution.

But for now, it's time for him to toss and turn.

Because of the breezy and sunny young man, his warm and jade-like expression, he dotingly lifted her up, and the girl's smiling and smiling appearance is a good match.

The eyebrows are soaked with tenderness.

It's as if she's his wife.

Xuan Zhongshi's eyes became more and more disgusted.

He didn't have a grudge against the girl, but he definitely hated the arrogant boy.

Will he kiss the girl?

"I took her first kiss, but that time ......"

Xuan Zhongshi thoughtfully aimed at the sky, his heart felt a little heavy, and in the end, he just felt that this was not right.

This is grievance!

"Oh, this merry man, it's Xiao Kite, right?"

"Xiao Kite?"

is even more embarrassed and lamented, and even more hateful, but he can't express his heart.

So that's the case, Xiao Yuan's name has also been heard in Xuan Zhongshi.

"Xiao family--"

The boy is so handsome, and his face is stunningly beautiful.

"Actually, I'm beautiful too."

Xuan Zhongshi rubbed his jaw, and he suddenly, nonsensical, burst out of this sentence.

"Well, so, go to hell!"

After the sigh, there was no sound in the Xuan Zhongshi.

His heart was empty.

The whole person also became an empty shell, and the few stars shone in the night sky.

And he already felt the fat man's push.

"Let's go, Sword King, Xiaosi, you also go and escort someone."

"Whoa."

The two of them had already flashed behind Xuan Zhongshi, his body leaned forward, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily, in the air, crossing a lost arc.

There is blood.

His body was almost drained, and his whole person was weak, but Fan Shunxin's fruit really relieved Xuan Zhongshi.

He wore "tinkling" handcuffs, shuffling with messy steps, eyes pointing downward.

A drop of blood.

"It hurts?"

On the ground, the sound of "Di Di Di" is quite light.

Xuan Zhongshi walked tastelessly, his wrists were cut, a pair of bright red bloody wounds were exposed, his sleeves were broken, and the fibers were exposed.

"I'm miserable."

His voice was decisive, and when he raised his feet, he had already been pressed back by the sword king.

"Let's go!"

Xiao Si was pretending, and his voice still inherited the fat man's provocation.

"Well, if there's a cell left empty here, we'll do our best to get the girl and keep her with you! Anyway, they are all condemned prisoners. ”

"Death row prisoner?"

Xuan Zhongshi opened his mouth, and the whole person was like an electric current flowing.

The whole body trembled, and the body instantly erupted with ripples and disbelief.

"Are you stupid? Do you think we are tofu scum? We kill people, but we torture you to death first......"

"Bang", inadvertently, Xuan Zhongshi's eyes opened, revealing a dark pupil.

"The prison is really brutal."

His voice is unique.

The iron door in front of him opened, and there was already a lot of scolding inside, and the boiling feeling that broke out, the jailers trembled one by one, but they didn't know what to do.

"Why are you arresting me? And torture us! ”

"And, you bales, put ...... quickly."

There was a miasma of black smoke, and the exhaust holes were planted on the four walls, open on the top, and the air was already dirty and dirty.

The smell of rotting and dampness echoed everywhere, and the small molecules that had already molded the meal were scurrying, and for a while, the prisoners' breath was dim.

One by one—two people in a cell, but each of them, guarding their own camp.

The prison clothes on his body are ruthless, and even worse, he does not wear prison clothes, but he has already bent his knees and is angry.

They looked miserable, and they were lying on the dry thatch one by one, covered with blood.

However, there have been no prisoners lately, and they are also evildoers, and they look sluggish.

No one fought, and there were even those who shared prison meals, and there were those who were sick and fist-fighting.

But there are still people who are scolding.

Their purpose, of course, is to get out.

In the gloomy prison, the fat man did not come, and the tragic call was gone, but only the voice of angry reprimand remained.

They have become corrupt elements and face a society they don't know about themselves.

Jerked.

"Boom" --