Looking at the backs of Ye Hua and Hua Xuanji holding hands, the corners of the prophet's lips were hooked with satisfaction......

He believes that Hua Xuanji can bring happiness to Yehua......

He didn't misread the little girl......

It's just that...... How long can this happiness last......

Looking at Xiao Jiu, who was holding a wine glass on one side, the prophet reached out and took the wine glass, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

Then he squinted his eyes and said to Xiao Jiu: "Can you, bring me another drink?" ”

Xiao Jiu glanced at the prophet with some confusion, but he still nodded, beckoned the people outside in, took the wine jug and poured another glass.

Nodding with satisfaction, his rough fingers slowly rubbed the fine lines on the silver cup, and the prophet pursed his lips gloomily, and continued to Xiao Jiu without turning his head:

"Can you trouble you one more thing, help me, polish the ink ......"

……

The gloomy cell was filled with a pungent smell of decay, and every now and then a man or woman could be heard moaning. The sound of groaning or shouting injustice.

Occasionally, rats scurried under their feet, and everything was so dirty.

At the end of the cell was an extremely spacious room.

The room was very different from the rest of the room, the whole room was covered with clean straw and warm cotton wool.

And in the corner of the cell, there was a black-haired woman dressed in pure white.

Her hands and feet were tied with white cotton belts, and she didn't need to look closely to see that there were still Yin Hong's blood stains on them, which were obviously new injuries.

His pale face was not the slightest color of blood, and his bright eyes became dull, and he looked straight up at the bricks and tiles above his head that had been countless years old, and he even blinked his eyes in oblivion.

The clattering sound of the lock didn't catch her thoughts, she just kept that movement, and if it weren't for the slight heaving of her chest, people would even think that it was a corpse in front of her.

Ming Ruyu's appearance at this time made the prophet's heart twitch again, and he took a deep breath, and the prophet took the wine glass from Xiao Jiu's hand and waved him to go out first. Then, he slowly turned around and said softly as if he had made a big decision:

"Jade ......"

The familiar voice came to mind, and Ming Ruyu's eyes finally reacted, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a cold smile, but he didn't put his eyes on the prophet's body.

snorted coldly, and Ming Ruyu's voice was mixed with a kind of ridicule.

"I don't know if the dignified Emperor Taishang came to this little cell to see my miserable condition? Do you see it now? Satisfied? Okay,! ”

"Yu'er." Leaning down slowly and placing the glass on the ground, the Prophet moved forward and slowly sat down in front of her:

"Immaculate hasn't woken up yet...... Ye Hua ...... I guess I won't live long, is your revenge enough? Isn't it good to let yourself go? Can...... Hand over Yehua's antidote......"

"Spare yourself?" He sat up violently, accidentally touching the wound on his wrist, but Ming Ruyu didn't even make a hissing sound, and her eyes looking at the prophet were full of surging anger.

"My tendons and tendons are broken, how can you let me let myself go? Yuran, I didn't expect that in the end, I still haven't fought you, but don't worry, as long as I still have a breath, I will definitely not let you have a good time, and I want an antidote...... Hehe...... Then you want to go......"

"What else can you do to stop retaliating? Yu'er, I really know that I was wrong, I swear, I will never lie to you again, Ruyu, do you know? For so many years, whenever I close my eyes, my eyes are full of blood that belongs to you, Yu'er, do you know how much I regret it...... Ever lied to you......"

The words that wanted to be rebutted were put into her mouth, Ming Ruyu's eyes suddenly widened as if she had seen a ghost, and she reacted in vain when there was blood left in front of her, and her hoarse voice suddenly resounded throughout the cell.

"What are you going to do? You are crazy? ”

"I'm not crazy...... the soothsayer's face was covered with beads of sweat because of the pain, and his wrinkled face turned pale as paper: "I know you hate me, so if you don't forgive me for a moment, I'll cut off a piece of flesh from me until you forgive ......"

As he spoke, the dagger slashed hard at the wrist again.

"You let go of ......" The strength of all his body crashed into the dagger, and tears slowly slipped down the corners of Ming Ruyu's pale eyes, and the voice of the exit was choked and hoarse:

"Why are you doing this? Just for the sake of a bottle of antidote, you practice yourself like this, do you really care so much about you and the son born to her? ”

"No......" The hand holding the dagger slowly drooped, and the deep inhalation was all bloody, and the hand with blood struggled to hold Ming Ruyu's cheeks, and the prophet's green eyes were full of firmness that could not be ignored.

"I'm here to atone for the harm I did to you...... I know that this will never be worth what you have suffered, but it is the only thing I can do. ”

The hand that wanted to avoid him was held down tightly by him, and Ming Ruyu's face was covered by tears, and his mouth just kept repeating a sentence.

"Why bother, why should you? Why should you? ”

"Ruyu ......" The prophet's green eyes were filled with sincerity again, and he moved forward, causing the two of them to meet their foreheads, and the warm breath sprayed on Ming Ruyu's moist cheeks.

"Actually, no one blames me, only fate made us meet too late, and I didn't intercede for Ye Hua...... It's just the grievances of our older generation, so let's end it ourselves...... They, in fact, are innocent. ”

The lips like withered petals trembled slightly, and Ming Ruyu's voice choked and trembled: "Jun was born and I was not born, I was born old Jun hates me for being late, I hate Jun for being early." It's just that I'm sorry, Ye Hua's poison has long been incurable. ”

Stretched out his hand and stuffed the wine glass into Ming Ruyu's right hand that was broken off the tendons, the prophet immediately grabbed another glass of wine, the two crossed their hands, and made a gesture of drinking a glass of wine, under them, blood was spreading, and the prophet pursed his lips and smiled slightly:

"Actually, I already knew. If there is an afterlife, we must meet it first...... This time, I definitely won't miss your ......"

"Jingle Bell." It was the sound of the wine glass falling to the ground, and the corners of Ming Ruyu's mouth were filled with a trace of Yin Hong's blood at this time, and despite the pain in his wrist, he grabbed the big hand of the prophet with all his strength.

"Must ......"

"Must be ......" Reaching out to slowly close Ming Ruyu's eyes, the prophet put down the wine glass in his hand and grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the ground with his backhand. He stabbed himself hard in the chest......

Ruyu, I'm sorry......

This is the last time I lied to you......

I can't drink this cup of poisoned wine......