Chinese The stairs are long, the dungeon is deep, and the deeper you go underground, the darker the light becomes, and the smell of mold in the air gets heavier.

Jing Mohao's eyes were sharp, and he stepped down the steps step by step, not in a hurry or relaxed.

I don't know how many steps I walked, and how many meters deep I went underground, I finally broke out of the narrow corridor and entered a long sandwich, which was not spacious, but enough to accommodate a team.

The silver-lit bars of the cells on both sides are prominently displayed, and an iron wall in the middle cuts off the view from the opposite side.

The cell was a single room, separated by a thick brick wall that was impermeable, and there were no quarrels or noises.

It was as quiet as if entering a hospital morgue.

Jing Mohao walked soundly through the corridors one by one.

As long as he made a round around, he already knew which room was locked up for him.

Because, as long as he is brought out of the Jing Mohao base, even if he is imprisoned in the eighteenth floor of the Yama Palace, even if he faces the torture and intimidation of the bull head and horse face, his back must be straightened.

In the dogma of their dark base, you can not succeed, but you must not throw in the towel!

Jing Mohao made a round, and finally chose to stop in front of the fence of a room.

He grabbed the key in his pocket with one hand, and slammed it against the railing with a series of rapid and piercing noises.

The prisoner in the room was already ragged and unkempt, but he stood straight, with his back to the fence and looking up at a meter of sunlight from a narrow window on the high wall.

Hearing the noise, the man did not react in the slightest, not even a single strand of hair trembled.

The sound of the doorway pounding continued, continuing to ruffle the frozen air in his cell with his frenzied rhythm.

The man's brows finally furrowed, and his voice was hoarse but calm enough, "Don't give me these moths, if you want to kill them, you will have a good time." ”

Jing Mohao's hand thrashing stopped, and the corners of his lips hooked up with satisfaction, "Yes, it's a man." ”

The back in the room froze suddenly, as if it had been thinking for a long time, before slowly turning around and casting his eyes out of the door.

I saw the person standing outside the door, dressed in a dark green uniform that he hated deeply, but his figure was so tall that it was impossible to ignore, and he couldn't see his face clearly under the dimness of a deliberately lowered brim, and only a thin lip like a blade could be seen revealing his grim look.

The voice, timbre and tone of his voice were so familiar.

It's like the person in my memory who once came to test his training results, but only to put himself down without taking two moves.

It's like the person who has a cold and arrogant aura in his memory, but is still willing to reach out and pull his grizzled self up from the ground.

Although he only intersected with those under them in the final examination, his unique and powerful presence was enough for him and each of his brothers to have his every move engraved on their bones, and as long as they were not reduced to ashes, they would always remember him.

Looking at him who was standing less than ten meters away from him, he slightly surveyed the lock that was circled on the railing, and without looking up at the room number on the beam, he quickly found the correct key and unlocked it.

He could already be sure that the person in front of him was the supreme leader of their base, the guiding light of his life, and their noble and supreme young master.

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