"Squeak."

There was a slight sound of bone misalignment, Murong Li, whose eyes were wide open, suddenly stiffened, his hands also lost strength and pulled down deafly, his pupils gradually lost their luster, and finally his head twisted into a strange arc and fell to the ground.

In the dimly lit dungeon, the faint daylight that shone in through the window illuminated the figure standing silently in the center of the dungeon.

The figure looked at Murong Li, who was vomiting blood on the ground, and didn't care that he was dead and couldn't hear it, so he snorted coldly.

"She's not just here for revenge."

The figure paused, walked around the corpse on the ground and approached Murong Qin'er, who was no longer breathing in the corner, he leaned down and reached out to slowly stroke the obvious red marks on Murong Qin'er's neck.

The red lips were slightly hooked, and the voice of a magnetic magic resounded in the quiet dungeon.

"The show has just begun."

The next day, Murong Qin'er still came back to life without accident, but what she didn't expect was that how could Murong Li die next to her?

She took a closer look and found that a bone in the back of Murong Li's neck was completely shattered, and his head had no support, so it could only be crooked to the side.

In her mind, she recalled the picture of the second before she lost her breath, could it be that what she saw at that time was real, was there really another person entering this cell?

"Hey, it's time to eat!"

A food delivery supervisor walked to the door of the dungeon with a large lunch box and reminded that although the prisoners held here had committed serious crimes, he did not dare to have a bad attitude towards the people inside because his boss had told him to take good care of them.

It's just that after screaming for a long time, except for the beautiful woman sitting in the corner of the wall who looked up at herself, why didn't the man lying on the ground react at all?

The more I look at it, the more wrong it becomes, and the regulator hesitates to speak.

He ...... He...... What's going on with him? ”

Murong Qin'er shook her head, "I don't know, I'll die when I wake up." ”

"Dead?!"

When the supervisor saw that the matter was serious, he left the big lunch box and hurried to find the prison chief.

Murong Li was the prime minister of state, and he died so suddenly, and ordinary petty officials didn't dare to deal with it easily, so they reported it layer by layer, and in the end, it was Liu Zhi, the lord of Shangshu who was on a par with Murong Li, who was originally the same as Murong Li's power, and Murong Li was charged with committing suicide in fear of crime.

After the assassination of the saint, he has been secretly healed in the palace, how can Liu Zhi, who is in charge, easily let go of the remnants of the Murong Mansion, and within a few days, he sentenced more than 130 members of the Murong clan to be beheaded in the bazaar.

At this time, it was already the middle of June, and the sun was a little scorching at noon, and Murong Qin'er knelt at the front of the crowd, followed by Murong Fei'er and Zhao Caixin, as well as several other aunts in the house, crying in a low voice.

Her head was bowed, her body under the white prison uniform was distressingly thin, and her arms and wrists in front of her knees and the slender ankles behind her were locked with black iron chains.

She stared at the ground with a sloppy gaze, calmly waiting for the executor Liu Zhi to give an order, and then the big knife fell, the corpse was separated and could she come back to life after death, she hadn't tried it yet, her head and body were separated, she shouldn't grow it again, right?

So, does this mean that she might indeed die completely?

With a slight sense of loss in her heart, Murong Qin'er thought, if this is really the last time she is alive, then she will never see that elegant and warm person again, I don't know, how is he now?