Feng Lieshan immediately shut up, he didn't have the courage to ask the whereabouts of the True King and Chongwang Shizi again, and even forced himself not to think about what happened to Yinchen anymore. Even if all this is a hoax and a death trap in the end, Feng Lieshan has to go on hard, because once he stops, he will immediately end up in a different place - those octopus monsters, the big fish in the water, are real.

The scene was cold for a while, and the sound of hydraulic transmission became the only sound here, but at this moment, a messy and hurried footsteps sounded from behind the slowly closing door, accompanied by the frightened and anxious voice of a girl:

"Master, master, wait, slave is your most loyal long-term follower!!"

The cry like a dead father and mother made people can't help but shed a tear when they hear it, whether it is Leng Quan or Han Chan'er, even Feng Lieshan and Liang Yunfeng can't help but look out of the door, the voice rang three times in a row, only to see a goose-yellow figure rushing towards him.

That person was none other than Han Gaoli, the chief disciple of the Interpretation Sect.

She lunged at the speed of a young girl who could never have done so, and was about to plunge headlong into the closing door. At this moment, Wei Quan let out a terrible screech like a witch, and his expression turned cold in an instant, and he ordered Han Chan'er in a hard tone:

"Xiao Chan'er?"

"Yes. Han Chan'er agreed, got up and went to the gate, seeing Han Gaoli rushing towards her like a milk swallow throwing into the forest, the No. 2 traitor in the Interpretation Sect roughly estimated the distance, and at the moment when Han Chan'er took it and threw herself into her arms, she reached out and brushed her sleeve like lightning, and a flying needle tied to the silk popped out of her sleeve.

Love-breaking needle.

With a flash of silver light, Han Gaoli screamed, and the body that was about to jump up suddenly softened, and the whole person rushed down to the ground and fell to the ground, rolling on the slippery metal ground a few times before she could stop her body, and at this time she was just one foot away from Han Chan'er.

The soft and gorgeous girl of the Interpretation Sect fell and her face was covered with blood, and her appearance was extremely miserable and pitiful, not to mention Liang Yunfeng, even Feng Lieshan looked a little distressed. The little girl didn't care about crying out in pain, gritted her teeth and got up quickly, and was about to rush towards Han Chan'er again, but she was blocked by the power of the wind and thunder of the Elder of the Interpretation Sect, and at this time, there were just three slowly closed metal armored gates between them.

"Auntie, let the slave family go in to serve the master?!" the weak and small girl said with a crying voice, raising her bloody and tearful face, looking at Han Chan'er longingly, in her big pink eyes, she faded away all scheming, scheming, brave and even innocent, only a spring, the desire to survive. Han Chan'er shuddered, she seemed to have remembered at this time that the little girl in front of her was a relative of her family.

"Don't call me aunt, it's my own mother, and I can't help it under the orders of my master. Han Chan'er settled down, finally calmed down, and could teach Han Gaoli a lesson with a cold face: "Ask for life, kneel down at this door and ask the master." After she finished speaking, she turned slightly sideways, allowing Han Gaoli's gaze to fall on Strange Quan's body.

"Master!" Han Gaoli couldn't wait to learn how to bark at the dog to win the favor of the strange spring: "Master, don't you want a slave family? Even though the slave family is from the Interpretation Sect, it has already become your slave in his heart!

"This palace never needs disobedient minions. Strange Springs, with a devilish smile, whispered, "What is the decree given to you by this palace? ”

Strange Spring's words pierced the girl's heart like an invisible sharp arrow, making Han Gaoli's body tremble, and he didn't know whether he bit the tip of his tongue or was too sad, and two red blood flowed out of his mouth.

However, the door that was closing quickly did not give her extra time to think, and Han Gaoli, who was in a hurry, could no longer care about the so-called humility and strict etiquette, and stood up directly from the ground, screaming at the strange spring, her voice at this time, in addition to overflowing with the despair of a weak girl, did not know why it seeped into a hysterical neurotic distortion and madness.

"Lord Weiquan, I, Han Gaoli, don't want to fight for the entire Interpretation Sect, but also want to be your servant! I, Han Gaoli, have been working diligently and diligently since I met you! I can even leave the Interpretation Sect that gave birth to me and raised me! Isn't it just to follow you and live like a dog and humblely? You are the supreme princess, why do you have to cruelly refuse even such a small wish of the slave family? Why? Why!!"

She cried and screamed, and was so bold that she used the power of wind and thunder in her whole body, and squeezed into the gate little by little. Han Chan'er saw that such a horizontal and vertical system was unorthodox, and she had already completely abandoned the little bit of family affection in her heart, and popped out the second steel wire flying needle like a performance, knocking her to the ground again, and at this time the door was closed to the last foot.

The little girl threw herself on the ground like the most tenacious cockroach, moving her hands and feet inch by inch forward, but she was rebounded by Han Chan'er's unrighteous wind and fell back a foot. At this time, Han Gaoli was completely desperate and collapsed, she fell to the ground, desperate and weakly stretched out her slender and bloody arm, and reached the strange spring from afar, crying "Master, master, save the slave!" Such a sentence had no meaning to the strange spring, her cry was as helpless as a girl in distress, and as resentful as a ghost.

"Don't shout, this palace just wants to see you die, watch you be locked out little by little, and appreciate your desperate and miserable expression. Strange Springs, sneering, every word he uttered was like a brain-piercing magic sound.

"You probably want to say, if you knew this, it would be better not to rebel against the Sect of Liberation, and fight to the end with this palace, like that Liu Mengyi, who was 'rescued' by the masters, and evaporated in the world? or Bo the name of a loyal and righteous man? Hehe, it's a pity, in the eyes of this palace, no matter how you choose, it's just a bunch of props that will be thrown away when you run out, and the white cloth that tied your body during your period is actually not very different. In this world, it's not the performance of people who determines life and death, but their origin—"

She laughed as she spoke, like the wail of a night owl, and Han Gaoli was so struck by her that she put down her hand and sat down on the ground, watching the door slowly close.

It's over.

The moment the gate closed, the light in front of Han Gaoli's eyes disappeared completely, and the sound that could continue to echo in his ears was only a vague crash, which was the sound of those terrible octopus monsters attacking the leaky ship. There were no shouts, cries, or other sounds in the dark cabin, as if the lifeboat that once carried their hopes had long since become an ancient shipwreck from a thousand years ago, like the tomb of a thousand-year-old king submerged under water. Han Gaoli generally knew that those "centrist" girls who were tied up and thrown directly on the floor were already in complete despair at this time, just like those "resistance" women who had their limbs cut off and their chins cut off, no longer struggling, no longer resisting, no longer calling for help, staring at dead fish-like eyes, quietly waiting for the established death.

"No, I can't give up yet!" Han Gaoli sat down on the ground, and after a short silence in the dark, he stood up again. Her movements were like those of a zombie, and the injuries from falling to the ground twice only emitted bursts of sharp pain at this time, distorting her originally light and swift movements. She stood up like a zombie, walking stiffly in the dark corridors like zombies, her eardrums filled with the sound of ice explosions and brute force crashes of monsters outside the ship bombarding the hull, and occasionally one or two high-pitched and excited slogans, like a group of primitive beasts, besieging a high-level and gorgeous civilization that was about to fall.

She cut through the darkness, instinctively avoiding the explosion, shattering and the current, relentlessly stepping on the sisters who had fought with her a few days ago, until the hull of the ship tilted, until the roar of a rocket was heard very close behind her, until she reached out and grabbed a doorknob to stabilize her body, until she clearly heard the screams of Wang Yurou and Liu Mengyi coming from the temple.

"The ship is sinking!" Wang Yurou's voice was a little frightened.

"Sister, don't be afraid, we're fine!" Liu Mengyi comforted loudly.

Han Gaoli didn't know if Liu Mengyi's comfort could make the proud and squeamish lady of the palace feel relieved, she only knew that the second junior sister's comfort was like a fire, a fire that burned in the dark night, igniting the ruin of hope in her own heart.

Han Gaoli's eyes suddenly lit up, glowing crimson in the darkness, and she clutched the doorknob tightly with one hand to prevent herself from falling out in the increasingly severe tilt, and shouted loudly as she knocked on the door with her other hand.

"Second Senior Sister, open the door!"

"Good second junior sister, open the door!, it's my sister, it's Han Gaoli!"

She lay sideways, and there was no response from inside, for all of a sudden there were all sorts of noises around her, the sound of shattering, the creaking of metal deformation, the sound of doors slamming and opening under the influence of gravity, the terrible howls of many women, and even the roars and whistles of the octopus, all of which were drowned out in the sound of a mighty wave.

The water poured down from Han Gaoli's left side and landed on her delicate body, hurting like a knife. She was suddenly soaking wet, her hair was disheveled, her black hair was dripping like rain, and her goose-yellow garment was in tatters—at least the back and hem of her robe were almost complete.

The incline intensified, and at last the entire walkway almost became a shaft, then flipped over, head-to-toe for a second, then began to tumble, and finally became normal again. At this moment, all the cries, shattering, crashing, and various sounds of the octopus monsters around them disappeared, only the growing grunts from far and near.

Han Gaoli reached out and wiped her face, erasing the water, blood, and other messy things on her face, including one of her own eyeballs and half of her nose. She was shocked to find herself standing waist-deep in water, the icy cold water that made her shiver several times. Her right hand was still tightly gripping the doorknob, and it took her wrist to get to her feet with difficulty, and then she stretched out her free right hand and continued to slam on the door.

"Open the door, open the door!Liu Mengyi, my sister knows you're inside!"

She shouted and stopped, for she heard the sound of people moving inside, even walking, but she couldn't hear the sound of speech inside, if she did......

【Inside a closed room】

Zhao Yuheng struggled out of bed, and then was forcibly pulled up by Liu Mengyi.

"Mengmeng, I think we should go and save her. Zhao Yuheng said quickly, at this time, he seemed to have temporarily recovered from some kind of demonic stunning, and he had become the same character as the flower protector on weekdays.

"No, I can't. Liu Mengyi's voice was very quiet and firm, and her peach-colored eyes flashed with a vicious and vicious light: "Once the door is opened, it will not be safe here, and all of us will have to die with it." ”

"Dead?"

"Yes. ”

"Can't you relock it?"

"No, we don't have a second chance. ”

A simple conversation made a "playboy" who took the protection of all the beautiful daughters in the world as his lifelong mission to completely give up the idea of rescuing a desperate poor girl, and cruelly and firmly shrank back into bed.

He didn't say anything more, just hugged the two delicate people tightly and sat quietly in the center of the big bed.

In his mind, many faces flashed, Lin Xuanchen's, Wang Yurou's, Liu Mengyi's, Wang Yunfen's, Wang Yunfang's, Miss Long's, father's, mother's, aunts', and the old lady's. These faces were all the reason why he sat here and watched a fresh life disappear, and it seemed really sufficient.

【Outside the Door】

"Liu Mengyi! Liu Mengyi is a good sister! Please let my sister in! Give my sister a way out! Let my sister live this time! My sister is blind! My sister is disfigured! You are jealous of my sister's beautiful nose, but now my sister has no nose! Good sister! Liu Mengyi is a good sister! Open the door! Open the door! My sister is going to die! My sister has lived this time, and when I leave the secret realm, I will buy you candy to eat, and buy a lot of marshmallows! You love the most! My sister is still willing to take her own body out and buy you jewelry!"

Han Gaoli frantically slammed the door, and for the last hour she clenched the handle like a madman, crying, shouting, slamming and kicking the door, all the pleas and swearings that a girl could give, just to get a chance to survive.

Yet there was only silence inside the door, an artificial, eerie silence.

The water level was slowly rising, and Han Gaoli, who had been smashing the door for an hour, did not feel tired, only irritability and despair could be felt. She wanted to let go, she wanted to give up, but at this moment, the body of the crane protector, who had been cut off and had been cut off and had been drowned, floated ghostly past him, and with the help of the miserable white light that suddenly lit up in the walk, she suddenly saw this terrible corpse.