The maid descended the steps step by step, trying to maintain the same rhythm as the red-clothed nightshade. She often came here to bring food to people, and she could walk these steps with her eyes closed, and she never felt that there was a time when she was so frightened by every step.

Finally came to the end of the steps, although the steps were not long, but the maid seemed to feel that she had survived a lifetime. At the end of the stairs was an empty chamber, separated by an iron bar, with a bed and a table, plus a toilet, like a cell. However, compared to the neatness and cleanliness, a screen was also placed.

And the red-clothed nightshade had no intention of watching, and saw the lark squatting on the stone platform at a glance.

The stone platform was blackened and looked about four feet tall, and the lark crouched on it motionless, its eyes closed, as if sleeping.

The red-clothed nightshade walked over with the maid on her back, and seeing that the lark did not react in the slightest, she turned her eyes to stare at the maid.

The maid hurriedly said: "Woman, it's fine, as long as you break the barrier around it, it can wake up." ”

When the red-clothed nightshade heard this, there was no expression on his face, and he quickly clicked on the maid's acupoint, and the knife was instantly removed from the maid's neck.

Seeing that the short knife was finally out of her neck, the maid didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel that the wound on her neck was burning and painful, and the blood was flowing more and more fiercely. What started out as a drop by drop is now a tiny red thread.

"Woman, help!" the maid pleaded hurriedly.

The red-clothed nightshade turned a deaf ear, and with a stroke of the knife in his hand, a big hole appeared in the enchantment, and the nightshade quickly made up a few more knives, and the enchantment was completely shattered and disappeared without a trace.

The lark heard the movement, and struggled to open and close its eyes, and so on, and so on, and in a daze, suddenly felt someone grab its body and force it to be pulled up.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the neck of the claw, which made the lark start, and immediately opened his eyes, stared at the boss, and it took a while to see what the situation was.

This dress is familiar, although the other party is masked, but the lark can accurately sense the breath of nightshade, isn't this nightshade! Why did she grasp it so rudely, and there was a sharp pain in its claws again, and it looked down to see that its two claws were firmly stuck in two small holes in the top of the stone platform.

Memories hit it like a tidal wave, and the lark reacted, and as soon as it entered the place, it was immediately locked on the stone platform.

The red-clothed nightshade suddenly exerted force, and the lark suddenly burst into tears of pain, and spit out a few words with difficulty: "Nightshade...... Don't drag it...... It's going to break ......"

Hearing this, the red-clothed nightshade's hand paused, let go of the lark, and turned to look at the maid who stood still like a piece of wood.

"What's that?" she asked coldly.

The maid was cursing the red-clothed nightshade a thousand times and ten thousand times in her heart at this moment, when she suddenly heard her indifferent voice, which made her tremble, and immediately replied: "This is the jack table, and the key is on the master." ”

Nightshade immediately turned around and didn't look at it too much. As the maid said, there were two small holes next to each of the two small holes, which should be keyholes.

The maid couldn't help but curse in her heart, this damn it! She didn't even stop the bleeding for her, when she was a vampire, there was so much blood that she didn't want it! The maid's face gradually turned pale, and she couldn't help but start scolding Nightshade.

The lark breathed a sigh of relief, looked at its two paws, and couldn't help but ask, "What to do, nightshade?"

It's impossible for Nightshade to go to the man alone to grab the key, right?

Nightshade didn't speak, her red eyes stared at the stone platform, as if in thought.

Suddenly, an excited voice broke the momentary silence.

"This sister, I have a way!"

The red-clothed nightshade followed the sound, and then found that there was a teenager in the cell next to him. He was dressed in a white suit, he looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were shining, and he looked like a little chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes.

He was looking at the red-clothed nightshade with a smile on his face, and when he saw that the nightshade didn't speak, he said, "I really have a way, as long as you take me out!"

The lark looked at the young man with disdain: "Cut! Who are you bluffing? You are useless except for the kung fu of the mouth." ”

The lark remembered very well that as soon as it was imprisoned, the boy kept taunting it, and before it could say a word, the man who had captured it set up an enchantment, and it fainted gorgeously.

It didn't wake up until the barrier was opened by the nightshade, and I don't know how long it slept or what happened.

The young man glared at the lark: "What do you know? The young man is magnanimous and does not know as much as you as a bird." ”

turned to the nightshade and said, "Good sister, what I said is true!"

I don't know what those eyes are all about, and they all look down on it, and the more the lark thinks about it, the more angry it becomes, as long as it can get rid of this jack, it must teach this arrogant boy a good lesson.

It was about to tell the nightshade not to believe the boy, when it heard a clang, and the red-clothed nightshade had already cut the big lock on the cell door with a short knife, and the boy ran out of it merrily.

"Poof!" the lark only felt blood spurting from its heart, it was a little out of breath, and it didn't know whether it was angry or anxious.

And the maid who was treated as a piece of wood by everyone was itching with hatred at the moment, she was not mistaken? Pity her, the victim's blood is about to run dry, and she has asked for help no less than three times, and this damn person still pretends not to hear.

The maid's head was buzzing, her chest was heaving violently, she had never been so aggrieved as she was now.

When the young man saw the maid's embarrassed appearance, his eyes immediately lit up, and he walked up and down in front ......of the maid, and kept counting: "Yo, isn't this Sister Jixiang?

Before the word "prison" was finished, a cold short knife was instantly placed on his neck, the young man was startled, and looked at the short knife, the bright red eyes of the red-clothed nightshade were full of murderous aura.

The young man hurriedly said: "Good sister, if you have something to say...... he said, he tried to push the short knife away with his hand, but he couldn't push it, this woman could kill him in seconds.

"Solution!" the red-clothed nightshade coldly spat out two words.

The boy didn't hesitate and said, "Just cut off its legs, it's very convenient, right?" After speaking, he showed an innocent smile.

Poof! Poof! The lark spat out two mouthfuls of old blood in succession, and there was anger in his eyes: "You bastard, what a bad idea, you want to murder!"

The young man said leisurely: "There is no key, you don't want to break your leg, is it possible to escape with a jack, this is simply a big joke in the world!" As long as he thought of the scene of a palm-sized stupid bird flying up with a stone weighing a thousand catties to escape for his life, he couldn't help laughing.

Yoshika seemed to be fantasizing about that scene, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, this smile suddenly pulled the wound on her neck, and she grinned in pain.

The anger in the lark's eyes was almost spewing out, this was simply a great shame, it just wanted to turn into a big bird beast, but found that the spiritual power in its body was not enough. Since it was caught, it has not eaten or drunk, and most of it relies on spiritual power to support its physical strength, and now of course spiritual power is not enough to support it to grow bigger.

Is God going to play tricks on it?

The lark looked up weakly, and could only see the mossy stone roof of the chamber, and it was speechless for a moment.

The red-clothed nightshade took the short knife and walked in front of the jack, staring at the lark's claws motionless with red eyes.

The lark looked at the indifferent red-clothed nightshade, and then at the sharp short knife in her hand, and felt that her two claws were cold, and her heart was also cold.

If the blue-clothed nightshade stands in front of the lark, it will be able to rest assured, but if it is the red-clothed nightshade, it can't guarantee it, the lark is beating a drum in his heart, should the red-clothed nightshade really cut off its two precious claws?

"Nightshade, don't be impulsive, let's discuss it...... You don't have to cut off your legs......" The lark shuddered, and had to admit that the powerful aura of the red-clothed nightshade made it fearful.

The young man on the side saw the frightened appearance of the lark, and couldn't help but want to laugh in his heart, but when he saw the red-clothed nightshade full of anger, he couldn't help but be a little worried, she ...... Does she really want to cut off the bird's legs?

To be honest, the boy just wanted the nightshade to let him out, so he said that, but if the bird really had her legs cut off, he was really a little unhappy.

But it was just a little, and it didn't make him have the idea of saving the lark, and he didn't cut it anyway.

If the lark knew what the initiator was thinking, it would have cut off its own feet and pounced on the boy to kill him.

The red-clothed nightshade suddenly waved his hands and began to be lucky, and his body gradually emitted a faint red light, only to see a stream of air rushing towards the short knife in his hand, and the short knife was dyed with red light because of this.

With a wave of his hand, the short knife flew towards the lark, the lark was too frightened to move, and the soul seemed to be about to ascend to heaven. Isn't it? Nightshade, do you really want to cut off your legs?

Just when everyone thought that the nightshade was going to cut off the lark's legs, the short knife unexpectedly stuck on the stone platform between the lark's legs.

The knife was inserted deeply, almost two-thirds of it was embedded in the jack, and smoke rose from the perimeter of the socket, apparently caused by high-intensity friction.

"Wow!" the young man shouted, and ran over with a shocked face, approached the short knife, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "I'll go! Your uncle, this fucking god, this can be pierced in, amazing...... It's amazing...... This is a jack platform! It is known as the heaviest and hardest stone king in the rivers and lakes! and...... Can anyone tell me what kind of artifact this short knife is, and there are no scratches at all, I'll wipe it! This sister, where are you sacred?"

The more the boy spoke, the more excited he became, and he almost bowed to the nightshade.

Yoshika was almost dumbfounded, forgetting the sore spot in her neck for a while.

.................. I wish you all a Happy Chinese New Year............