Leng Huaping looked up at Xiao Jiuzhong, and saw that his gaze was firm, not like saying comforting words.

"But," Leng Huaping lowered his head again and said as if he was worried, "Your Xiao family, aren't you the only seedling?" ”

"So what?" Xiao Jiuzhong held the face of the cold painting screen, and said with great admiration, "Just say it's my problem, the child or something, God's will is like this." ”

"Thank you." Leng Huaping hugged Xiao Jiuzhong fiercely, a person is willing to bear such a reputation problem, just to make Leng Huaping feel at ease. How can such a person not be worthy of cold painting screen love.

"What a stupid thing to say!" Xiao Jiuzhong said dotingly, looking at the relieved look of the cold painting screen, he said happily, "Let's go!" ”

"Where?" Leng Huaping asked puzzled.

"You'll know when you go." Xiao Jiuzhong said mysteriously, "I won't let you down." ”

Leng Huaping and Xiao Jiuzhong rode a horse to the prison.

"How did you bring me here?" Leng Huaping asked puzzled.

Xiao Jiuzhong held Leng Huaping's hand, "Let's go"

There was still the same musty smell in the prison, and the prison head said flatteringly when he saw Xiao Jiuzhong coming: "Why did the general come in person?" ”

"Go to the cold prison!" Xiao Jiuzhong said majestically, and that coercion arose spontaneously.

The head of the prison took Xiao Jiuzhong and Leng Huaping to the cold word prison, and the person waiting inside was the murderer who killed Jinwu, Zhou Yuming.

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Now Zhou Yuming sat like a prisoner under the stairs, facing the small window on the wall.

As soon as Leng Huaping saw his back, he couldn't help but clench his fists, and hatred tilted from his eyes.

"You brought her with you." Zhou Yuming heard footsteps and said.

Xiao Jiuzhong gave the prison head a look, and opened the door for the two of them.

"Get up." Leng Huaping looked at him and ordered in an indifferent tone.

Xiao Jiuzhong explained why Zhou Yuming couldn't stand up: "His legs are useless, and he can't stand up." ”

"It's okay, so you don't have to run out and harm others." The cold painting screen seems to be very satisfied.

Listening to Leng Huaping's tone, Xiao Jiuzhong immediately asked the prison head to inform him that no one could approach here without his order.

"You're born again, aren't you?" Leng Huaping has been able to affirm that the current Zhou Yuming has the same memory as her.

Zhou Yuming just looked at Leng Huaping and smiled, and didn't answer Leng Huaping's words at all: "Laugh, what qualifications do you have to laugh!" Leng Huaping half-squatted in front of Zhou Yuming, looking at his appearance, "Now can you understand my original predicament?" Staying in the dark firewood room, listening to the wind and grass outside the door day after day, there is no way to see it with your own eyes. ”

Leng Huaping looked at Zhou Yuming and closed his eyes, and said without any reaction: "I forgot, you still owe me"

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

Several slaps were thrown over on the face, but Leng Huaping used ten percent of his strength to hit it, not only Zhou Yuming's face was swollen and bleeding, but even Leng Huaping's hands were red.

"Sixteen slaps, I didn't count wrong!" There was a tremor in Leng Huaping's voice, which was her fear of her past life.

Xiao Jiuzhong warmly held her hand and gave her strength so that she didn't have to be afraid.

Zhou Yuming suddenly laughed, laughing out his teeth soaked with bright red blood: "Kill me, wouldn't it be happy, you don't have to be afraid of me?" ”

"I'm not afraid of you!" Leng Huaping replied loudly, "You are a prisoner in your life, and I!" Me! I am the worry-free princess of Da Chu, and I am no longer the cold painting screen that you imprisoned in the firewood room at the beginning. ”