"I'm sorry, I can only lie to you."

Huai Fei knew that once she told her the truth, her efforts in the past few years would be in vain, and her dream would be wiped out. So, he can't.

……

It was also late at night, but Yunji and Yan Sheng were never separated. The snow is falling, and I don't know whose scheming is buried.

【Yunji】

"In the way of others, they should be treated as they are."

Yunji coldly spit out these four words from her mouth, remembering that she was deceived and punished by the door master, how to swallow this evil breath.

Yunji coldly spit out these four words from her mouth, remembering that she was deceived and punished by the door master, how to swallow this evil breath.

【Yunji】

"Don't you want to kill that ungrateful boy? He's going to fool you so badly......"

Seeing that Yan Sheng didn't speak, Yunji glanced at him and penetrated his heart with words one blow at a time.

【Yan Sheng】

"So what do we do?"

【Yunji】

"Tear moles."

The two of them understand that the meaning of the tear mole to Huai Fei is not ordinary, as long as she can be controlled, Huai Fei will naturally be arrested. But they are also gambling, betting on the place of the tear mole in his heart.

Therefore, this game of chess will either be narrowly won, or it will never be recovered.

In the night, a secret matter is quietly going on.

……

Huai Xuan seemed to be a little unstable in his sleep, with a trace of sweat on his forehead, and he was still muttering something to himself.

【-】

"You're ready to go out."

A cold voice sounded above Huai Xuan's head nestled in the corner, and that sentence was like a hope. It's just that the current Huai Xuan's eyes have long lost the brilliance of the past, and there is no desire to go out.

Eye, glancing coldly at the guard.

Huai Fei slowly stood up, he had been in the dungeon for 7 years, and he hadn't been out for a long, long time.

The guard who was swept by Huai Xuan's cold eyes couldn't help but shiver, worthy of being the second person to survive in this dungeon. That gaze alone was enough to make him frightened.

With a full body of rags, step by step, he moved like an exit not far away, getting closer and closer.

The light pierced Huai Xuan's eyes, and he covered them with his hands, but the sunlight still passed through his fingers and shone on his blood-stained face.

7 years is enough for him to become a warrior and take off the childishness on his face. Full of evil energy, sharp eyes, Huai Qian really admires his current self.

Suddenly, an umbrella was placed above his head, and the smell of green bamboo came to his face.

Huai Fei put down his hand, looked at the door master in front of him, there was no wave in his eyes, and he knelt down on one knee indifferently:

【Huai Xuan】

"Disciple to meet the master."

Without a trace of emotion, his hands arched firmly, like two strangers.

She still hasn't changed. With a shallow smile and gentle eyes, he lifted him up with one hand:

【Door Master】

"Help me."

Huai Xuan's heart fluctuated a little, and he looked at the door master. There was tiredness and seriousness in her eyes that he had never seen before.

【Huai Xuan】

"Okay."

A word is sonorous and powerful, and Huai Fei doesn't know what is going on with him, as if his brain has no thought. His hatred and resentment in the dungeon all disappeared the moment he saw her again. Who knows how much he misses her.

Huai Xuan's Adam's apple moved, and he said in a hoarse voice:

【Huai Xuan】

"The disciple is full of dirt, please ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the master of the door hugged him. Not caring about the dirt and blood on his body, Huai Fei hesitated and stopped in the air.

【Door Master】

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