Yu Chu, who was about to step off the high platform, blinked when he heard this, and looked back at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"You're just an ordinary person," the young man looked at her coldly, his lips pursed slightly, and his long icy silver hair poured out, looking like a delicate and beautiful ice and snow sculpture.

"How can you get into hell?" He asked slowly.

Yu Chu was stunned, "Demon Prison? Over here? ”

She looked up at the hall and saw that it was a perfect word to describe it.

She shook her head sincerely: "I don't know." After a pause, she pointed to the history book in her arms, "I adore you very much, so I really want to do something for you, I can come in here, it may also help you." ”

The young man narrowed his clear eyes, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and said flatly, "You can't." ”

“……”

Yu Chu pouted, "Okay, I'm leaving." ”

Anse El didn't speak, just closed his eyes slightly, and listened to the girl's footsteps in the distance.

Yu Chu stepped down from the high platform, but found that he seemed to be unable to get out. She looked out the door.

It was still a gleaming passageway, not a hallway of the school library.

The last time I left here, I suddenly felt weightless, and after being dizzy, I went back to the school hallway.

On the high platform, the young man silently opened his eyes.

Her beautiful eyes stared silently at the girl below, and after a few seconds, her eyelashes drooped slightly.

Yu Chu stood under the high platform, stood for a while, and suddenly heard a slight sound.

She turned her head to look, only to see the chains peeking out of the snow-white pool, which began to tremble slightly.

She looked up in astonishment, and saw that the huge tombstone, which had been pitch black, began to slowly turn red at this time, and black and red demonic energy spread along the chains.

Those demonic qi wrapped around the young man's white ankles and wrists, and where the steel nails pierced, the red blood began to slowly seep in, smearing the snow-white clothes.

Blood flowed down the long icy silver hair, and the contrast between the fair skin and the red was particularly obvious.

The beautiful and clear teenager did not move.

His eyelashes were lowered, and his expression was unwavering, as if he had not experienced any pain.

Yu Chu looked at all this in amazement.

Ansel's eyes met hers.

The young man who was bound to the tombstone had a snow-white and cold appearance, like a god.

At this moment, Yu Chu finally clearly realized what was the difference between Ansel, as the number one magic genius, and those ordinary people in the present world.

He is already a god.

The pure and unstained gods, the unwavering heart, everything is snow-white and clear.

Bound to chains, nailed through wrists and collarbones, and tortured by immobilization, his face expressionless, his icy eyes as silent as a frozen lake.

In the face of his quiet eyes, this body even had an urge to kneel.

His knees were slightly weak, Yu Chu bit his lip, and saw that the man closed his eyes lightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

It must have hurt.

The steel nails began to slowly pull out from their collarbones, and the red and black demonic energy wrapped around the steel nails, even making a hissing sound as they cut across the surface of the wound.

Anse Air remained expressionless.

The four steel nails were slowly drawn out little by little, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by demonic energy.

Yu Chu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped the book, walked up to the high platform, and approached the tombstone.

The boy was always quiet, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and his expression was flat.

The suspended steel nails began to rotate slowly.

Coming to nail through again.

A slender hand suddenly stretched out next to him, grabbed them, and threw them under the high platform.