Beyond the Windy City, a hundred miles away.

Ten Thousand Poison Valley, purple gas lingers.

The valley floor was barren, and under the cover of the thick poisonous gas, there was a large swamp, in which countless poisons were constantly swimming. The swamp is surrounded by thorn forests, and in the thorn forests, poisonous weeds are overgrown, because of the cover of poisons, the sun here is thin, and the whole valley is gray, so that people can't tell whether it is day or night.

On the northernmost side of the valley floor, there is a thatched hut, which is not very large and almost negligible compared to the empty valley. There is a lamp in the thatched house, and the furnishings in the house can be seen faintly through the dim light.

In the corner was a simple wooden bed, which was covered in dust, perhaps because it was uninhabited. In the middle of the room is a wooden table with a pair of chopsticks and a black porcelain bowl for a meal that has long since been cold.

In the corner of the table, there was a petite figure curled up, the girl had a delicate face, a pair of eyes on her immature little face were as bright as starlight, her pretty face was pale and cute, and her teeth bit her lip lightly, as if she was afraid of something.

A blue-green shirt was draped over the weak body, highlighting the girl's delicate nature more and more. The girl hugged her knees, a pair of small hands tightly pressed the corners of her clothes, and the flashing crystals in her eyes showed the girl's anxiety.

I don't know how long later, a crisp creak suddenly sounded, and the girl raised her head sharply and stared at the door.

The door was pushed open, and a slender purple figure slowly stepped in, and the girl slowly raised her head, and saw the figure approaching step by step, her eyes widening.

Step by step, walking in front of the girl, the woman in purple stopped, lowered her head to look at the frightened girl, the corners of her lips raised slightly, the woman in purple looked quite delicate, and the smile was even more beautiful than a flower, but in the eyes of the girl, it was more terrifying than a demon.

She knew the woman in purple too well, she was a real beautiful snake, seemingly charming and charming, but in fact extremely dangerous.

Half a year ago, the young lady fell into the water, which seemed to be Zi Yan Lingruo's hand, but it was actually a poisonous plan set up by the woman in purple, otherwise with Zi Yan Lingruo's scheming, how could there be such a plan.

Very satisfied with the horror in the girl's eyes, the woman in purple bent down, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and said coldly: "Isn't it a surprise to see Miss Ben?" ”

The girl's body trembled, her already pale face became more and more pale, and she clutched her sleeves, and the girl said in a trembling voice: "Second, second miss"

The woman in the purple brocade robe, showing her charm, was none other than the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zi Xinruo, and the girl imprisoned in this thatched house was Qingbei.

Hooking her lips, Zi Yanxin lowered her eyes, looking at Qingbei's pale but delicate cheeks, her beautiful eyes flashed with a touch of viciousness, she reached out and pinched Qingbei's jaw, Zi Yanxin smiled coldly, "Zi Yanruo was rescued by the five princes of Beichen, and you are still in Miss Ben's hands, you say, what should Miss Ben do with you?" ”

Biting her lip, Qingbei curled up in the corner, her clear eyes were full of fear of Zi Yanruo, but there was a subtle joy in her eyes.

Miss was rescued? Great, Miss is fine, Miss is fine.

Ziyan Xinruo, who had been staring at Qingbei, saw the joy in Qingbei's eyes when she heard that Long Ziyue was rescued, and her pretty face instantly turned blue.

"What a master-servant affection, Miss Ben really opened her eyes today" shook off Qingbei's head, Zi Yanxin stood up, and the cold light flashed under her eyes.

Zi Yanxin's strength was not small, Qingbei was thrown away, her head hit the corner of the table, and the red blood flowed down from the corner of her forehead, ticking to the ground.

In the silent valley, the sound of blood dripping can be heard clearly, like a demon's spell, strange and hideous.