Zhu Luan retracted his hand, stood up, squinted his eyes, and looked at the masked man in front of him.

The top of the white jade mask is shiny.

Zhu Luan's eyes turned cold.

The first time she went to prison was when she was eleven years old.

Soon after Princess Yingluan ascended to the Ascending Realm and entered the Royal Jade Saucer, the first job she was entrusted with was to participate in the transformation of the Heavenly Prison.

Letting an eleven-year-old girl go to that kind of human purgatory was the order of Emperor Chengzong at that time, and according to His Majesty the Emperor, it was "the duty of the imperial family".

Fortunately, Princess Yingluan was born extraordinary, since the emperor asked her to go, she went, and at the same time pointed out more than 30 loopholes in the design of the prison, which tripled the workload of the black armor guards guarding the prison.

In the journey to the prison, the most memorable thing for Zhu Luan was the prison within the prison known as the "Iron Prison" - the Cold Ice Prison.

The Great Zhou Heavenly Prison, the high wall is thick and heavy, the iron wall is forested, and there is a trench filled with "dead water" around the high wall, and anything that falls into it will instantly corrode the ground and the bones are gone, also known as the river of the dead.

Within the high wall, there is an outer prison and an inner prison, between the wall and the inner and outer prison, there are countless organs, and there are three thousand black armor heavy soldiers, day and night arch guards, the lights are bright, day and night.

The garrison of the outer dungeon is seamless, but it is still a small amount compared to the inner dungeon.

Because this inner prison does not need to be guarded at all.

The prison of the Great Zhou Dynasty was set up and renovated on the basis of the old prison of the previous dynasty, because the rule of the previous dynasty was too brutal and the harsh punishment law was outrageous, so most of the inhumane facilities were abolished, but only this ice prison was preserved.

The entire cell is made of thousand-year-old black iron, which is cold to the bone, and this cold will not freeze people to death immediately, but it will penetrate into every bone marrow and every drop of blood, and become a maggot like a tarsal bone and remain in the body of the prisoner forever.

Even the Unknown Realm Grandmaster couldn't resist this cold, and even the black armor guards couldn't get close, so naturally they didn't need guards.

The Ice Prison is the highest level of prison within the prison, and it is held for serious crimes involving the royal family and military aircraft. According to historical records, when the Cold Ice Prison was built in the previous dynasty, although it cost a lot of money, very few people were actually imprisoned in this prison, and it was only used once in decades.

But even so, no one who has been in this prison has come out alive except for those who came out to die. And the key criminals who have spent time in this frozen purgatory are also first-class nobles at the lowest standard, and the crimes they commit are at least the major crimes of plotting treason and treason.

It can be described as a heinous crime.

But it wasn't this that surprised Zhu Luan.

At least not because the man in front of him is likely to be a shining member of the roster of cold and icy prisoners written by Cinnabar.

The Ice Prison is the prison of the Great Zhou.

Big Zhou's.

Generally speaking, only the sinners of the Great Zhou are imprisoned.

Zhu Luan leaned down, his gaze wandered, and stayed on Song Huaizhu's face for a long time. She stretched out her hand and touched the cold mask on Song Huaizhu's face, and subconsciously traced it on the surface of the white jade, her fingertips tingling for a while.

She hadn't seen his face and didn't know his identity.

But Zhu Luan still remembered the woman who was knocked down from the cliff by her and had a lot to do with Song Huaizhu, who was born in Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

There is also his junior brother, Duan Lizheng can't beat it, that unfathomable Xuezhai monk, not like a monk in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In Zhu Luan and Princess Jinyang's speculation about the identity of this man, there are many possibilities, but there is no possibility that he is from Zhou.

He is in the Dusk Cloud Tower, like a distinguished guest from afar, and he is in the Lingyan Temple, like an isolated master.

Even if he is really a Zhou person, it is impossible for a living person to come out of the cold and ice prison.

Unless the great grandmaster above the unclear realm comes to rob the prison, there are only so many great grandmasters in the entire continent, and there are only Tianhou Niangniang, Emperor Chengzong, and Gu Shi in the territory of the Great Zhou, if there is such a grandmaster as a backer, he will not be imprisoned in the first place.

But what kind of time and place is it that will lead to such a situation as the man in front of him?

Zhu Luan looked at Song Huaizhu fixedly.

Even she didn't know who he would be, an extremely young Unknown Realm Grandmaster, a young genius who should have been robbed by all forces, but he had a close relationship with the Xiliang people, and he was also in the cold poison of the Great Zhou Heavenly Prison.

Who the hell is he?

His very existence is a huge mystery that has not been solved as time goes by, and it snowballs in size.

The cold air is getting stronger and stronger, and the breath of the man in front of him is getting more and more dangerous.

He was originally extremely powerful, leaning quietly here, as if he was about to assimilate with this ice and snow.

Zhu Luan's gaze fell to the man's waist and saw the familiar long knife. She reached out and pulled out the frozen knife with great effort.

The shiny blade reflected a cold and cold light, Zhu Luan looked at it for a while, the wrist holding the knife flipped slightly, and the tip of the knife crossed a bright arc in the air, and then she quickly used the tip of the knife to make a shallow circle on her other wrist.

A bright red line of blood appeared on Zhu Luan's slender wrist, and blood beads rushed out.

Then, in the cold ice and snow, a flash of fire appeared.

The blood pouring out of Zhu Luan's wrist burned quietly, scorching, bright, and warm.

She put her bleeding wrist close to Song Huaizhu's heart, just like she did to the pair of Snow Mountain Clan brothers who were in the dead man's heap back then, and warmed his chest with the flame of the Vermilion Bird's Divine Soul.

The cold air raging around him was dispelled a little, and Zhu Luan squatted down and got closer.

The firelight illuminates the night and the people in front of them.

Under the firelight of his own blood, Zhu Luan took a closer look at Song Huaizhu for the first time. Every time they met before, when life and death were in danger, his strength and control left a deep impression on her, and it was still rare to look motionless like this.

The eyes that were usually foggy and unpredictable were now closed tightly, and at this time, under the firelight, the high Grandmaster seemed to have fallen into the world, adding a bit of realism to him.

The lines of the man's face are resolute and graceful, and they are still pleasing to the eye even when wearing a mask. But something was missing. Zhu Luan's gaze lingered on Song Huaizhu's face, and then fell on the knots of the mask in his ear.

A thought suddenly popped up in Zhu Luan's heart, now in this situation, is there a chance for him to see his face?

Zhu Luan suddenly became interested in this idea in his heart, moved his steps closer, and reached out and gently touched the knotted buckle next to Song Huaizhu's mask.

He definitely couldn't do it when he was sober, but now, Zhu Luan knew very well that he could get a glimpse of his face with just a flick.

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