Running back and forth, the night was already deep, only the flaming red lanterns on both sides of the street still showed a slight glimmer, and the sound of horses' hooves passed by, waking up the sleeping people, muttering, and entering another dream.

At this time, there was only one jailer in Dali Temple who yawned and held on to the sky, and when he saw Jiang Zhu and his people coming in, he forced himself to cheer up. Lead the way in front and go to Song Xiajing's cell.

Song Xiajing was facing the only window in the cell that connected to the outside world, and there were snowflakes all over the sky, and sporadically falling in with the wind, falling on Song Xiajing's face, which was quickly melted by the temperature on his face and dissipated into the air. Hearing the voice, Song Xiajing turned around. Seeing the four of them standing at the door looking at him, the exhaustion on their faces was clearly visible, the snow on their bodies was dripping, and their hearts were mentioned, and their mouths were open

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