The heart is heavy and uncomfortable, and I have faintly made a decision.

The son didn't care about him as much as he thought.

will also dislike him because of the smell of the cell.

"Father? Are you there? ”

Tang Muyan tentatively took a few steps inside.

The eyes are not able to adapt to the darkness and are very uncomfortable.

"Mu Yan—"

Tang Qing's low, hoarse, and tired voice came from the direction of the southwest wall of the cell, "You're here." ”

Tang Muyan was shocked, and hurriedly reined in the disgusted expression he had shown before because of the unpleasant smell, and replaced it with Su Rili's expression of adoration for his father: "Father, you are looking for me." ”

"Come here."

Tang Qing's voice was very light, but it had a kind of power.

People can't help but do what he says.

Tang Muyan is like this.

Step by step, towards the foot of the southwest wall of the cell.

Once the eyes get used to the darkness, they can see something. At this moment, Tang Muyan could already clearly see the silhouette of Tang Qing sitting on the straw mat with his back against the wall.

Cloak scattered.

Very sloppy.

Hands, feet, and even waists were wrapped around black iron chains.

This is not an ordinary dark iron, but a special kind of dark iron that can limit the strength of a martial artist's cultivation. Tang Qing himself was a powerhouse in the Purple Mansion Period, so he was locked in so many circles, just to prevent him from escaping.

"Father?"

After Tang Muyan approached, he bent down slightly.

Tang Qing raised his head slowly, a pair of eyes like a wild wolf, suddenly grabbed him, and his voice was low: "Mu Yan, the Tang family is not over yet." ”

When Tang Muyan heard this, his heart jumped: "I know!" Father, you must have a way! ”

The corners of Tang Qing's lips hooked up a smile: "How can my father ever let my son down?" ”

As soon as Tang Muyan heard this, the only remaining concern in his heart was completely dispelled, and he was happy and excited: "That's it!" Father, you have always been omnipotent, you are the pillar of the entire Beilan Imperial Court, and he Chudumen is not able to leave you at all. ”

Tang Qing sneered.

Noncommittal.

Chu Dumen is indeed a puppet.

"I thought he was the most useless piece of waste, easy to control. Who knows, but he was fascinated by Ziqian Mo and dealt with our Tang family. This girl from the Zi family is very powerful. ”

"Humph! That damn woman! As soon as Ziqian Mo was mentioned, Tang Muyan became angry, "She is simply a disaster star, and she definitely has a part in the death of the second prince and Mulan!" I can't spare her! ”

Tang Qing's face became heavier and heavier, and he said, "Mu Yan, now there is a chance to make a comeback for my father." ”

"What chance?" Tang Muyan hurriedly asked.

"Come nearer and speak to you for the Father." Tang Qing smiled, his eyes were slightly treacherous, and he beckoned to his son.

Tang Muyan didn't think much about it, let alone defend himself, so he bent down and came to a place that was only half a step away from Tang Qing.

The father and son used to have an excellent relationship.

It's not uncommon to get so close.

Especially when Tang Qing helped him pass on his skills.

The moment Tang Muyan approached, Tang Qing quietly raised one hand and placed it on the back of Tang Muyan's neck, striking the knife diagonally from top to bottom.

"Bang"

Tang Muyan was hit by a blow, a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted on the spot.

Tang Qing stood up, took out a string of close-fitting keys from his neck, and opened the locks that bound his hands and feet and waist.