It was precisely because of this glory that she dared, or thought she dared to face any torture of the northern Tartars, and the cruel fate of being bullied and humiliated by many Tartar soldiers. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Even if it's the guy named Beichenxing, I'm not afraid!" Yin Xueli encouraged herself. She sat in her chair, concentrating, forcing herself to completely forget the fear of being tortured and bullied, and it took a full 30 seconds to really calm and harden her heart, and at this time, this "silly girl who realized later" remembered to see what had woken her up.

She was in a exhausted stupor, when she suddenly felt a chaotic and evil wind coming from the left front, and then she instinctively startled and opened her eyes. Her gaze was sometimes condensed and sometimes scattered, staring at the two knees that were tightly bound, and the dense and soft heart rumbled over many fears, ambitions, determinations, devotion and despair like a chariot, and finally calmed down, and then looked up in the direction where the wind was blowing.

She inhaled sharply, inhaled so hard that she nearly choked herself to death, and finally didn't let out a scream like an air raid siren. Her innocent and beautiful eyes widened, and she looked horrified at the iron railing in front of her left by the dim yellow light of the cell.

A devilish face, sandwiched between two iron pillars as thick as an adult man's arm, peered inside, no, it wasn't snooping. Yin Xueli clearly saw a black mist-like wind, emanating from the hand holding the two iron railings, as if the working face of the 10,000-ton hydraulic press was bending the two thick iron pillars little by little. There is no sound, just a slow motion in which the gray-black iron pillar slowly curves, from a slight arc at the beginning, to a slow expansion that almost becomes a semi-circular shape.

The grimace was in the middle of the two iron pillars, and the eyeballs bulged, and bloodshot and dark flashes kept appearing in those black and blue eyes, looking like demonic pupils. The grimace's lips expanded in all directions, and black and red liquid was dripping from the bright red lips, and an unpleasant smell mixed with the smell of blood and rancid smell came to his face, and it made Yin Xueli's eyes glow. In the middle of Grimace's lips, Mori Bai's teeth clenched tightly, and drops of black and red blood slowly oozed out from between the teeth.

The pair of hands that grabbed the iron pillar, thin and white, as if they had no flesh and skin, and the skeleton-like knuckles trembled at a very high frequency on the iron pillar, the amplitude was very small, and the black energy contained the terrifying power of the 10,000-ton gantry tower crane, which was twisting and deforming the iron pillar that could have blocked the arbitrary attack of the qi master little by little.

"You...... Is it a human or a ghost?" Yin Xueli's voice was weak and tired, and full of indescribable horror. When she had finished whispering that sentence, as if she had suddenly figured out something, she lowered her eyes, stopped making a sound, and stopped looking at the grimace.

"Whatever you northerners toss, I won't say what I shouldn't say anyway, I want to kill or chop, steam and boil, listen to it!" she made up her mind in her heart, but she refused to make a sound at all.

At 1 minute and 50 seconds, the two iron bars had bent into a nearly semicircular shape, opening diagonally outward, like a failed mouth that had lost all its teeth. The width could allow an adult man who was not too fat to come in slightly sideways, Yin Xueli heard the last very slight "crunch" from the iron pillar, as if he was dying, so he raised his head slightly, glanced at the "devil", and thought about what he was doing when he came in.

The grimace's owner half-hunched over, his steps vaguely creeping in, and at some point two things appeared in his hands. As he approached, Yin Xueli suddenly smelled a heavy and thick breath unique to men, which was obviously crazy and cruel, and there was an indescribable warmth at this moment. She looked up, and it was the only place on her body that could turn. She half-tilted her head, a pair of large, watery eyes staring at the grimace without fear, and a second later, her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

She'd seen the grimace.

Captured by her grimace master, she dodged around the beams of the Metropolitan Mansion, and a crimson fireball shot from the black figure chasing after her, exploding into brilliant flames. As she is now, she was tied to a chair and watched as the grimacing master was subjected to unimaginable horrific punishments, separated from flesh and blood, and even her internal organs were taken out, but the grimacing master was like a saint called by the Lord, and she never made a sound. He was him, the one who was said to be from the Demon Pavilion, the one who wanted to kidnap himself somewhere, the one who must have come to save him.

"Why do you ...... ?...... coming" The girl's voice carried a faint cry, but the grimaceous man didn't have any intention of answering, he brutally pulled up the iron chain on Yin Xueli's body, causing her to let out a slight moan, and the next second, the terrifying wind that was the same as the two of the two broke out violently in the square inch, only to hear a very faint "crunch" sound, and a piece of iron chain held by the man in the palm of his hand directly turned into a handful of iron filings.

The man hurriedly untied the iron ropes on Yin Xueli's body, and a pair of bone-like claws unceremoniously grazed her chest twice, causing two blush to fly on his face. "Don't worry!" she whispered as she was able to move her hands as she reached out to help untie the chains on her feet, but her arms, which had been unable to flow blood for a long time, were now more difficult to command than two stone locks. Her movements were twisted and weak, and she could only watch the man undo the chains on her feet.

She was saved.

The man stepped back, as if out of courtesy, and she saw the man open his tight teeth, as if ready to speak. However, before he could utter the first initial, a mouthful of black blood with rotting entrails overflowed from his mouth. The man's body shook suddenly, and he was about to fall, Yin Xueli jumped up immediately, and held him up regardless of the defense of men and women, and when she started, she only felt that the man's body was not ordinarily light.

"Why are you here! I have already developed the will to live and die, and I am not afraid that those northerners and Tartars will kill me, beat me, and toss me, you ...... Why did you make yourself like this!!" Yin Xueli lowered her voice and complained bitterly, she had heard people say that vomiting blood at a young age was a mistake in the operation of the divine power, or it was slammed by an external force, but it was just an internal injury, and it was always good to recuperate for more than a month, but if there were broken internal organs in the vomiting blood, and it was red and soft, it would definitely be a short life, and it would be difficult to live for two hours. Yin Xueli knew that she and this "man from the Demon Pavilion" had never known each other, and even in their positions, she couldn't understand why the other party wanted to save herself so riskily, and she was even more unwilling to let others die for no reason because of herself!

'Eat quickly...... Those things, the ...... that is not poisonous' The man spat out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that the vitality in the dantian was pouring out like a smashed water tank, and it was about to be completely drained. He forced himself to stand up straight, but there was a feeling of soreness and weakness all over his body, which did not make him uncomfortable, but only made him feel terrified. He forcibly lifted a breath of vitality and ruthlessly ran the "Fetal Breath Secret Technique" to the extreme, and almost all the vitality in his body was stagnant, but he still felt that the thief in the dantian was hollowing out. A dark panic flashed in his eyes, but he hid it well, not letting the girl in front of him know. He finally couldn't stand, so he could only sit down, supporting the ground with his hands so that he didn't let himself lie down directly. He gasped for breath and said in a weak voice, "Eat it all...... You must be hungry!" He stretched out a hand to grab the two burdens that had just been placed on the ground, Yin Xueli hurriedly took them first, untied them in three or two clicks, and when he saw the contents inside, his eyes were red, and tears were dripping down.

A jug of wine.

A dozen pieces of jerky.

How she had wanted these things! How she had wished for a drop of water, a piece of jerky, for the past day and night! She had been hungry just a few seconds before, and a pile of karmic fire seemed to have been lit in her stomach, burning and aching unbearably, but at this moment, this second, her appetite was all gone, her stomach and intestines cooled down, and there was a hollow void inside, as if it was going to swallow her whole body clean, and the blood-colored black hole that wanted to swallow her whole body clean. She doesn't want to eat, she doesn't want to eat, she refuses to eat, she doesn't dare to eat, she knows that every bite she takes on it, she is eating the life of the man in front of her!

"Hurry up, we don't have much time!" the young man urged, his face slowly darkening, a sign of poison in his body.

"Why are you so stupid!" Yin Xueli's voice was full of crying.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! You can still get out!" the man insisted, and after speaking, he slowly lay down on the ground, and silently turned the "Fetal Breath Secret Technique" into his fate. At this time, his whole body turned pale to gray, and then from gray to gray, and he was about to turn completely black and die of poisoning, but he still did not say a word about his magic luck skills, and continued to fight that invincible. Yin Xueli looked at him and opened her mouth slightly, but in the end she couldn't say a word. She knew that the next syllable she uttered would be a cry of grief.

Another man, die for himself!

Yin Xueli hated herself like never before, she even wanted to pick up the wine jug and smash her head, so that everything could be over, so that there would not be a third person, a fourth person to send herself to death, but she couldn't. She could clearly see the twisted muscles on the man's face, and she could clearly see that the skin on his chest suddenly turned white. She couldn't feel his wind, or even his breath, but she could feel that this man was still trying, even if there was no hope.

Yin Xueli lowered her head and didn't dare to look at it anymore. She picked up the jerky from her bag and bit down hard. She figured it out, even if she didn't eat it, the man in front of her would never come back to life, because she didn't have any way to detoxify, and even the vitality in her body at this time was temporarily dissipated because of taking the Scattered Yuan Poison Pill, and she could only condense two or three percent of the vitality, which was a drop in the bucket for the poison on his body. She no longer regarded the jerky as the man's life, but as his grace and righteousness. She knew that he was from the Demon Pavilion, but that didn't make her believe that he was a righteous person.

She bit the jerky so hard that her stomach, which was almost perforated with hunger, sensed the fragrance of the food, and ran with all her might, and she had nothing to eat with a lady at this time, and she would never care about it. She had to hurry, she had to hurry, because she somehow had a very bad premonition haunting her. She was not afraid of death, but she was extremely afraid that this young man from the Demon Pavilion, who would be dismembered by a knife in front of her.

She ate all the jerky as quickly as she could, and her stomach was full and she swallowed all the rice wine. She suddenly remembered that the man in front of her hadn't eaten a single bite yet, and she was ashamed when she saw that thin black lines spread all over his body, and black spots had even appeared on his abdomen, so she realized that he had already been poisoned and couldn't eat anything at all. Those jerky, I'm afraid that any piece of it can scratch his fragile intestines.

She seemed to hear something, and when she listened closely, it was silent, and she realized that it was already late at night, and the jailers were all resting, and where else was anyone walking?

The cell in the middle of the night was not quiet, and the low cries of the girls came and went, sounding even more poignant. Yin Xueli couldn't care about these sisters with a sad fate anymore, and she didn't even have time to resent that confused and arrogant Long Aotian. She was absorbing the nutrients of the jerky, and she was highly concentrated at this time, as if she had squandered energy. She walked softly to the cell door and looked left and right, and saw that the oil lamps in the surrounding cells had been lost. Perhaps the unbound sisters would like to close their eyes? She crept to the innermost wall of the cell, took off the oil lamp, slowly walked to the wooden chair and sat down, and then, gently blowing out the oil lamp, holding it in one hand and clutching the flint and steel from the hole in the wall next to the oil lamp with the other.

The light was dimmed all of a sudden, only a still yellow light came from afar, and the cries of the girls gradually faded, and it was evident that the hour had reached the most sleepy moment, and both the jailers and the prisoners wanted to rest.

She stood still in incomplete darkness, waiting for the man on the ground to rise, or rather, to die.

She began to count her breaths, to a hundred, and when the man didn't get up, she had to run away alone. She knew that whether she could escape or not, she had to seize the opportunity in front of her.

Because this is what the man bought with his life, she definitely can't afford to waste other people's lives. (To be continued.) )