Qin Nianxuan smiled indifferently and continued to eat, she still had a bunch of work to do in the afternoon.

In a black luxury car.

Jue Xichen had a laptop on his lap, and he was watching the video from the palace mirror.

Ran Ran's video in the dungeon.

In the video, a handsome little boy with handsome facial features walked in from the entrance of the dungeon with an indifferent expression, followed by several bodyguards.

Step by step, the boy walked down the long hallway, his whole body exuding an aura of hell that matched the place.

Jue Xichen frowned slightly, a little incredulous that the cold boy in the video was really his son.

Arriving in the spacious hall, the boy stood coldly in front of an elderly man, and the bodyguard behind him had already left.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice was strange in the entire empty hall.

"Jue Nanchu." The boy spit out three words coldly, obviously still a childish child's voice, but with a tough domineering spirit.

"You are the son of the second young master?"

"Hmm."

"The devil's son?"

"The devil?" The boy's eyes narrowed, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

When the old man saw the boy's eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.

It seems to have seen the former Jue Xichen.

After making up his mind, the old man said, "What mistake did you make to be thrown in?" ”

"I came voluntarily." The boy suddenly smiled, but the smile was not warm.

"Voluntarily?" The old man was stunned.

He had been guarding the dungeon for decades, and he had never heard of anyone coming here to be punished for their own sake.

"What is your purpose?"

"Get stronger!" The boy's voice, devoid of any emotion, was unusually firm.

"Ridiculous!" The old man's face changed, and he turned to leave, muttering as he spoke, "Son of the devil, son of the devil, still the devil!" ”

After a while, a man dressed in black came out of the shadows, wearing a mask that revealed only a pair of eerie eyes.

Seeing the man, Jue Xichen's hands couldn't help but clench, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out.

It's the man who injected him with drugs!

In the video, the boy still looked at the man who suddenly appeared with a blank face, and smiled coldly, "It's you." ”

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You injected my daddy with drugs!" The boy's voice was a little colder.

"Jue Xichen's son?" The man looked down at him, and there was not a glimmer of sparkle in those cold eyes.

"Yes." The boy tilted his head slightly, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Come with me." The man's voice sounded unusually hoarse, as if he had been wounded in the throat.

Jue Nanchu calmly followed behind the man, obviously still a small body, but it gave people a strong and unapproachable momentum.

Jue Xichen wanted to stop his son, but found that all his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

The man took the little boy to a stone door, the man put his hand on the stone wall, passed the fingerprint recognition, and the stone door opened.

"Click-"

"Let's go inside." The man stood aside and leaned sideways to let the boy in.

Jue Nanchu squinted at the man coldly, and walked in without hesitation, and then, the stone door was also closed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jue Nanchu smiled coldly.

This is the real dungeon.

A place that exists like hell.