In the gloomy water dungeon, the sticky and damp ground was mixed with the smell of blood.

You can even see dark green moss in the corner.

When walking on the ground, Song Lanyi could clearly feel the fierce gaze of a lone wolf in the dark.

It's just that as we go deeper into the water prison, these tyrannical and crazy gazes gradually diminish and turn into dispassionate scrutiny.

However, it was this kind of gaze that brought great pressure to Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu.

Even the prisoners behind them became cautious.

As if he was afraid to wake up the sleeping dragon in the prison.

"Whoa!"

The ropes trembled.

The jailer pushed Song Lanyi from the back and pushed him directly into the cell.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes were cold, and when he turned his head, he found that the jailer was striding away as if he had seen a ghost, until after walking a certain distance, he even ran away directly.

This posture is so embarrassing.

Zhu Mingshu squinted slightly, and saw her sister frowning slightly, leaning against the wall, her face flushed slightly.

Her thoughts were pulled back all of a sudden, and she dragged her broken and tired body to Song Lanyi's side, and took out a steamed bun from her sleeve that had been hard to the point of cracking.

Song Lanyi lifted his eyelids and seemed to be able to feel that the life essence in his body was rapidly draining.

High fever is only secondary, the dark wounds she has suffered since the long journey are the real fatal key.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for her sideways, the real Zhu Chan would have died of illness a long time ago.

But......

Song Lanyi said that the treatment of the disease is ...... She was most familiar.

Seeing the steamed bun put to his mouth, Song Lanyi held on to his last breath and broke the steamed bun in half, one large and one small.

The big one is for my sister, and the small one is for myself.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes were hot, and without saying anything, she snatched the steamed bun in Song Lanyi's hand and stuffed the big one into Song Lanyi's mouth.

She didn't dislike Song Lanyi's messy hair like withered grass, she gently combed some knotted and greasy broken hair with her fingers, and said softly, "Sister is not hungry, Ah Chan eat more." ”

As soon as the steamed bun entered his mouth, he almost broke Song Lanyi's teeth.

An indescribable smell that spreads between the lips.

Sour and astringent.

It's worse than weeds.

But Song Lanyi did not dislike it at all.

She endured the needle-like pricking in her throat and swallowed the steamed buns in small bites, this swallowing action was tantamount to punishment for her.

But she was stunned and ate it very fragrantly.

Goo-dong.

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhu Mingshu was stunned for a moment, and her lips opened slightly.

The next moment, Song Lanyi stuffed the steamed bun in hand into Zhu Mingshu's mouth.

Zhu Mingshu was angry and distressed.

The only remaining grain, like that, was eaten by her.

You know, Ah Chan is still sick!

She rarely felt remorse, and even wanted to spit out the steamed buns in her mouth.

Song Lanyi felt her thoughts, and her scalp almost exploded.

"Sister, you eat, my throat hurts."

Zhu Mingshu didn't have time to say anything, and in the dark, the strange voice sounded again.

"Hmph. Sentimental. It's good to eat some, you two little girls don't eat this steamed bun, you might as well give it to me. ”

Following the sound and looking sideways, Song Lanyi's remaining talent covered his eyes.

I saw an old man with a scruffy beard, his hands and feet were shackled, and his bare skin was gray and looked like rotten mud.

The old man collapsed in the corner like a dead corpse, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Song Lanyi would even think that it was a dead man.

Zhu Mingshu obviously saw the old man as well, but she couldn't tell the heart to argue, so she just withdrew her eyes, hugged Song Lanyi a little tighter again, and patted Song Lanyi's back, like coaxing a child, coaxing her to sleep.

Although the taste was not good, Song Lanyi felt a sense of security that had not been seen for a long time.

The atmosphere of tranquility and warmth flows between the two sisters.

It was at this moment that the untimely voice sounded.

"She ate that little half of the nest, you might as well give it to me." The old man over there rolled over and continued, "Anyway, like her, she won't live for seven days." ”

Swish!

Originally, Zhu Mingshu, who had been looking exhausted, burst out with a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye and appeared on the edge of the cage.

Her eyes were fixed on the old man, and she said word by word, "What did you say?" ”

The old man chuckled, "Isn't it?" Her internal organs are injured, although it is not a terminal illness without a doctor, but in the current situation, no one knows how to heal, there are no herbs, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, how can you fight for the destiny of heaven? ”

After Zhu Mingshu heard this, her fingertips pinched the palm of her hand, leaving crescent-shaped traces.

Since she grew up when she was young, she and her sister grew up in the deep palace, and they could only be like two lonely little beasts, snuggling up to each other for warmth and licking their wounds.

If my sister is gone......

The ink under Zhu Mingshu's eyes was surging, as if it was like the deep sea before the storm.

When Song Lanyi heard this, she smiled and only asked one question, "Old man, do you believe in your fate?" ”

This time it was the old man's turn to be stunned, he scratched his hair, and then smiled and said, "Believe in fate." How not to believe it? After a lot of experience, sometimes I understand that there are some things that should be yours and are always yours. It shouldn't be yours, and no matter how you force it, it won't be yours. ”

When Song Lanyi heard this, he also sighed.

This is the calm state of mind accumulated by countless experiences.

However, she shook her head, "I haven't experienced much in that case." ”

Therefore, she does not believe in destiny.

She wants to repair her life!

The old man sneered, shook his head, and closed his eyes.

I thought that these people who went into the water prison could have anything new, but I didn't want to, but they were just like spoiled little girls, full of enthusiasm, and they were too naïve.

Destiny......

This kind of thing, even if it is him, is powerless to resist.

Forget it, anyway, in a few days, you'll find out.

The old man is used to seeing life and death parting.

Just after he closed his eyes for a moment, suddenly, the old man frowned, as if he sensed that something was wrong.

In the air, there seemed to be traces of surging talent.

He hesitated for a moment, but opened his eyes.

found that the fluctuations came from Song Lanyi.

Her face was pale, she was sweating profusely, and she mobilized her talent for a long time, but instead of introducing her talent into her body, most of her talent overflowed.

Seeing this, the old man sighed lightly, "Why struggle? You are a leaky body, with very poor roots and bones, and there is almost no possibility of enlightenment. And with your age, you still can't start the path of cultivation, so how can you start cultivation in just a few days and come back to life? ”

Song Lanyi glanced at him, but did not speak.

She didn't know that.

However, there are three thousand avenues, and if you escape one of them, the world will be ups and downs, and there will inevitably be a glimmer of life.

And this line of vitality is in ......

The first more ~

(End of chapter)