A few crisp bird calls rang out over the capital.

The birdsong came all the way, and Lu Ling'er, who was guarding near the Imperial Prison, had a heavy face, and the news was:

The prince went to the Imperial Prison, saw the opportunity, and cooperated with the rescue of the little master. The crown prince can't be allowed to take away the little master, the queen is dead.

Zhu Qi took General Jinyiwei to Dongchang Prison.

There were more than 1,000 soldiers standing at the gate of the prison.

"The prince is here, open the door quickly!" General Jin Yiwei took out Shang Fang's sword.

The government soldiers at the gate and the guards knelt down to greet them.

"Take me to the camp. No one is allowed to report in advance! Zhu Qi ordered.

The official opened the door and brought Zhu Qi in.

This cell, Zhu Qi is the second arrival.

He ran briskly, the candles on the walls flickering, and his mood was like the raging sea.

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A basin of cold water was poured on Xingyao's face.

Her eyelashes were covered with droplets, trembling, and falling one by one.

She struggled to open her eyes, her vision a little blurry.

The camp voice is like a clown, and he keeps blowing air on his hands with his mouth.

His hands couldn't stop the rope tossing, and his fingers were bruised.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of pain, but I am afraid of pain. So I'll do it another way. The shrill voice of the camp reached her ears.

Xing Yao smiled.

The intelligence of these ancients was like this, and they wanted to break people's will through extreme physical torture and subdue people with fear.

Do they think that what others fear is what they fear in their own hearts?

However, she was not afraid of death. She's been dead more than once.

In a car accident, in the midst of a raging fire, she could feel the fragility of life.

What is there to fear from death? Only heartache makes people miserable.

"I know why you and your mother are so self-righteous!" Ying Sheng said proudly.

He pulled out his knife from his boot and approached Xingyao.

Xingyao closed his eyes.

It's old-fashioned, and when it comes to women who are a little bit beautiful, the bad guys like to use disfigurement to force them to comply.

Is she afraid of disfigurement?

Who isn't afraid?

"Do you think you're pretty? Do you think that you can make those stupid people confused by relying on this face? If you don't have flowers and moons anymore, do you think those people will still revolve around you? Yingsheng asked with a pretended regret.

"You're not a man, don't you have women around you?" Xingyao replied.

Ying Sheng felt that this was deep enough, and laughed: "Clever, really smart." You mean that strength can overcome appearance, don't you? ”

"But what you have in your hands is not strength, it is violence. Violence does not equal strength, and in the end you will reap the consequences of your own death. ”

"Hehe, it's just the same tone as your mother. Come to a sticky end! I don't care. Death is dead, and it doesn't matter what the fuck is good or bad. I admit that I did use violence. So what? Think of your fairy-like face, and soon, you'll be the ugly monster everyone fears. ”

Ying Sheng smirked and brought the tip of the knife closer to Xingyao's face.

Xing Yao's face felt a burst of coolness.

She couldn't sit still anymore and secretly began to exercise her internal strength, but she found that she was unable to do it. The energy on his body was instantly sucked away by the chains tied to his hands and feet.

Why is this happening?

She panicked.

When did you lose the ability to defend yourself?

Chains! When did Yingsheng put a chain on himself?

"Don't!" Xingyao closed his eyes.

Damn, Yingsheng doesn't want to stop, his knife is already on Xingyao's face, why stop?

He doesn't care if a woman is beautiful or not, he is not interested in a woman in the first place, but he is interested in her truth. As long as she can live to speak.

He picked up the knife and slashed at Xingyao's face.

The tip of the knife was suddenly enveloped in a cloud of blue particles, and at the same time, his wrist was violently twisted by some force, and the tip of the knife stabbed hard into his own face, piercing an inch deep.

He let out a loud cry, letting go of the knife and covering his bleeding face, a tingling pain.