"Miss, please use tea. ”

Xue Ye Tear, who was still dressed as a disciple of the Heavenly Scar Sect, seemed to stand beside Murong Yu respectfully, placing a cup of steaming tea on the small table along with the tray. However, in her eyes, there was a hint of disobedience and dissatisfaction from time to time.

Unconvinced by the oral adjudication of the snow night tears, Murong Yu turned a blind eye, picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, not afraid of any problems in the tea. As a member of the Danling lineage, she didn't think that anyone could poison herself without noticing it.

"The tea is good, but did you really make it? Or did you just bring me what others had brewed?" Putting down the teacup, Murong Yu took a white silk handed over by Xue Ye Tears and wiped his mouth carefully.

Xue Ye Tears held back the unhappiness in her heart, and replied as calmly as possible: "It was the eldest lady who ordered me to make tea by myself, so naturally I didn't dare to make up the number with ready-made ones." ”

Murong Yu nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, I have the consciousness of being a maid." I have to say, I didn't expect that you, who used to be the thirty-six Tiangang of the Oblivion Pavilion, would still know some tea-making skills. Could it be that before you took the throne, you did serve as the personal maid of a high-ranking person?"

When talking about the word "close", Murong Yu also deliberately suppressed his voice a little sharply, as if he wanted to express something else.

Xue Yexian naturally understood what the other party meant, and couldn't bear it anymore, swept the tea cup to the ground with a sweep of his cross arm, and smashed it, stretched out his hand and pointed at Murong Yu and shouted: "Murong Yu, don't go too far!"

"Am I going too far? I can summon a maid by any means I want, for the master's orders are her only mission. Don't forget who you are now, and what you agreed with me. Murong Yu remained silent and glanced at Feng Ren who was lying on the bed and still in a comatose state.

Xue Ye's tears were so hateful that the roots of her teeth itched, but when she saw Feng Ren, she instantly realized that she was asking for someone now, and Murong Yu had the ability to kill her directly, but she let it go for the time being. The latter reason could hardly be ignored by her, but if Murong Yu wanted to interrupt Feng Ren's next healing because of this, it would be completely worth the loss.

For the sake of momentary pleasure, that is not cost-effective at all.

In desperation, she had no choice but to continue to swallow her anger and squatted down to begin to clean up the pieces of the tea cup on the ground, and a trace of coldness flashed in her eyes hidden under her long hair.

"Yes, that's what it sounds like. I'll take a nap and wake up before I continue today's injection. Murong Yu yawned, propped up his face with his left hand propped up on the small table, closed his eyes and began to fall asleep slowly.

After cleaning up the pieces, Snow Night Tears packed a tray and prepared to leave the room, but she saw a cold light on the edge of one of the triangular knife-like porcelain pieces. Then he turned his head and glanced at it, only to see that Murong Yu seemed to have fallen asleep, not at all defenseless, and his snow-white side neck faintly appeared, as if calling for the arrival of evil.

At this moment, Xue Yetear subconsciously showed a cruel smile, involuntarily pinched the sharp porcelain piece, and looked at the sleeping Murong Yu slightly closer.

It was too much to dare to do that to me just now. Even if you were able to restrain me at will, isn't your life now in my hands?

She smiled secretly in her heart, and slashed the porcelain piece shaped like a knife towards Murong Yu's side neck, and she could almost see the scene of scarlet splashing after the blood vessels were cut.

Then, at the end of the day, the movement suddenly stopped, and he couldn't go down anymore.

Xue Yetear didn't understand why, his arm was trembling, and the violent intent and bloodthirsty desire in his heart just now were rapidly fading.

Through a vague shadow reflected on the smooth surface of the porcelain sile, her gaze looked at Feng Ren who was still asleep on the side under the guidance, and the veto in her heart became even stronger. Soon, he put down the "blade" in his hand.

What was that feeling just now? Why did I, who had always been cold-blooded and ruthless, have so many worries now, was it really influenced by this man? No, it's not like that. I need to be quiet, I can't go on like this. The original meaning of existence seems to have begun to blur. I can't just end up at that......

Snowy Tears felt a tangle in her heart, and left the room with a tray full of debris. She didn't see it, the moment the door closed, Murong Yu, who should have been asleep, opened her eyes, and there were three thin needles hidden in the palm of her hanging right hand, which could be launched at any time.

"This time, it was you who saved your life. My intentions also seemed to be a little bit sparkling, and it started to work. ”

The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and a smug look appeared on her face.

......

In the cell, the fire was dim, and there was a rotting smell all around, and swarms of flies could be seen buzzing and soaring everywhere, and the volume was a full circle larger than that of ordinary species, and the bright green light of the eyes was dotted together in this gloomy environment, which was very scary, like a ferocious ghost fire jumping on the grassland when wolves were hunting.

This is an insect beast, the lupus fly. It has little combat effectiveness, but it is a nightmare for the sick and wounded. Biting and sucking the blood of the strong, while unwittingly injecting toxins that can cause wounds to deteriorate and decay faster is what they love most.

In this dungeon where the ground is full of potholes and a lot of sewage, it is obvious that these small things are the real direct threat to the lives of the prisoners, and more than a dozen people have fallen to the ground due to serious injuries and cannot get up, and they are still biting with them.

The rest of the prisoners on the side, many of them only had exhaustion and numbness in their eyes, and they didn't care about the lives of the wounded. Most of them are already dead-hearted, like walking corpses, just surviving in this place where they don't see the light of day.

And in the depths of the dungeon, after three layers of blockade, there was a huge cell that was much cleaner, and there was only one person in each of the separated cells, and it was not an iron fence that hindered them, only a pale red barrier, on which a few lightning flashes jumped from time to time. On the floor of all the prison cells, there is an intricate pattern that overlaps like a shackle, and it seems to constantly exude some special power, completely stripping the captives of their resistance.

This is the place where the martial arts powerhouses are imprisoned. Of course, to be able to be locked up in this kind of cell with a relatively high salary, those people's natural strength will not be too bad, and any of them will be at least a realm-level triple cultivator, and there are also some domain-level strength people.

But here there is no difference between them, they are just prisoners, waiting for the fate that has already been decided, sooner or later it is only a matter of time.

"Three days, thirteen people. Nine of them have been there before, and three are already the third time, and they are also the strongest of them all. It seems that the interest over there is also starting to gradually wane, are you saying that my death is almost approaching?"

In the cell, which was neither spacious nor cramped, Yun Qingkong abandoned the bed and sat directly on the ground in the corner, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

In the cells around him, more than a dozen familiar faces were faintly visible, several sword attendants, Dongfang Qingsong, Nangong Xia, Luo Haitao, Yu Wenkun and so on.

Since the defeat that day, Kaman has shot together with Tianxun and a group of mysterious powerhouses who came from nowhere, and captured as many powerhouses as possible for Jin Xuan's battle, and there were basically not many kills. Then he imprisoned them here, ate three full meals, and occasionally gave some pills that were not too bad when they were seriously injured.

It's just that every day or two, there is always a group of people who are picked out and sent outside, and not everyone who can come back every time. Even if they were able to come back, almost everyone was injured and tired.

Since each cell was isolated, communication was impossible. So it wasn't until he was also taken out once that Yun Qingkong understood what it was for. And counting the days, today is your turn again.

Near noon, just as he had thought, a team of heavily armed guards appeared and brought out five prisoners, including himself. There is another relatively familiar face, Yu Wenkun.

As for Yu Wenkun, he had a chance to escape, but as the substitute head of the Cangyu Sect, it was impossible for him to leave others to survive alone, so he was also captured under siege.

The group was taken out of the cell and into a wide square outside, located at the corner of a cliff, surrounded by heavy guards, and several powerful domain-level powerhouses sitting in the town, it was almost impossible to forcibly escape. Moreover, all the imprisoned people have been planted with drugs that limit their strength, and their strength cannot be operated, and martial arts naturally cannot be used, but the body's reaction and ordinary combat moves are still there, and they can't make big waves at all.

Breathing in the fresh air, neither Yun Qingkong nor Yu Wenkun could feel a trace of excitement that had not been felt for a long time, and they could faintly smell the killing machine hidden around them.

"The first one, Yang Lang! Ah Thirteen, you go. ”

One person in the stands threw out an object and landed in front of the leftist of the five, only to see half an elixir. At the same time, another person jumped down, raised his hand and drew a scarlet spear, the tip of which was pointed at the person who quickly took the pill, slightly.

For these people who have been restricted by the restrictions planted in their bodies, with that half of the pill, they can temporarily exert seventy percent of their strength at their peak.

However, Yang Lang, whose strength began to gradually recover, knew very well that the person named Ah Thirteen in front of him was probably powerless to defeat even if he was at his peak. There is only one way to survive here, and that is to use all the tricks to ensure that you are still alive after the incense stick in the stands is burned.

That way, at least one more ten-day break would be available.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and stood up, walked to the blade rack that had been placed behind him, took down his own, and set up a position to start the battle.

However, the tricks are all defensive and obviously there is not much motivation.

"He's finished, and this kind of play that purely wants to mess with time is self-defeating. Yun Qingkong turned his head and whispered to Yu Wenkun beside him, while sighing secretly.

Yu Wenkun nodded and said, "Not bad." Their intentions are obvious, they want to use us to better hone the combat ability of some of their own members, and at the same time steal some people's martial arts through fighting. With the current difference in strength between the two sides, it is actually easy to win against them, and the seemingly entanglement is just deliberate. If you want to grind time, it is undoubtedly impossible. ”

Yun Qingkong added: "Moreover, this Yang Lang has also come out for the third time, right? Those people's patience is not as good as before. ”

Before the words fell, a blood light splashed in the field, and the scarlet spear provoked, Yang Lang's right arm was cut off, and it flew out and landed with his blade. Immediately afterward, his chest was pierced straight through, and his last gaze reluctantly glanced at the pillar of incense, which had burned less than a third.

"Next. ”

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