The female voice sounded, the old man scolded, and the figure jumping with the firelight disappeared in an instant.

Huo Lian looked down at the girl on the bed.

She lay quietly, frowning slightly, as she stood on the edge of the bed, blood dripping from the back of her hand, as if disgusted by it.

"Again?" Huo Lian asked, "It seems that I really want to believe what you say, you have seen me, and you have seen me cut myself by myself."

Seven Stars looked at his hand and said, "You have an old wound on your hand, of course."

Huo Lian smiled: "This is a good answer."

Qixing didn't speak again, looking at the blood that was still dripping.

Huo Lian put away the six-foot sword and hung his hand at his side.

"Why are you hurt?" He asked.

That night, Qixing rushed directly into the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and when he saw him, he only said one word to give me a sword, and then he passed out, and then he was in a coma to heal his wounds, and he was out for a few days, so this was the first time since that day that he spoke face-to-face.

Qixing seemed to have forgotten about the injury, subconsciously raised her hand, and then paused, the sound of chains, she lay down and looked at herself, looking at the layers of chains on her body, but her expression was not angry and uneasy, and she was still calm.

"There was an ambush." She said.

Huo Lian said, "It's pitiful."

The expression was not pitiful, but more like ridicule.

Qixing said, "When people walk in the rivers and lakes, don't you kill me and I will kill you."

Huo Lian couldn't help laughing, I don't know why, this sentence made him stop laughing.

In fact, this scene is quite scary, the dark cell, chained, the man dressed in black holds the sword and laughs, and there is blood dripping from his hands.

Lying on the bed, Qixing still looked calm and said, "I want to drink water."

As she spoke, she looked at Huo Lian's hand, the bloody hand, and licked her lips inadvertently.

Huo Lian looked at her, smiled again, and turned her head to look around, Doctor Sui did take care of it very carefully, and there were small stove teapots and teacups in the room.

Huo Lian put the six-foot sword on Qixing's body, took the teapot and poured water, brought it over, and stretched out the teacup.

Qixing looked at the chains in front of him, still didn't shout or question, only looked at him to indicate that he couldn't drink.

I don't know if I'm going to say she's calm or supple.

Huo Lian wanted to laugh again, in fact, this kind of person is also common in the prison cell, some of them have just come in, and they still look arrogant with torture instruments tied to their bodies.

It seemed ridiculous to him, but he didn't bother to laugh.

Seven stars look like this, ridiculous, but not ridiculous.

He still felt that way, this Seven Star was familiar with him, so familiar that he was at ease in front of him.

Interesting.

Huo Lian didn't speak again, leaned over to hold her neck with one hand, handed the teacup to her mouth with the other, and Qixing took a few sips.

"Would you like to eat something?" Huo Lian asked.

Seven Stars seems to be thinking.....

Huo Lian laughed again, let go of her hand and let Qixing fall back to the bed: "You think slowly."

Let's go out.

Watching his back disappear, Qixing didn't feel anything, she lay on the bed, yawned, and slept well to be woken up.

If there is something delicious, you can try it.

It doesn't matter if you don't eat it.

The jailer and Dr. Sui were not far from the corridor, and Dr. Sui kept looking over here, saying something to the jailer from time to time, and when he saw Huo Lian's figure, he hurriedly greeted him.

"Dudu, is this young lady awake?"

"Governor, how is she feeling?"

"The Governor—"

"Governor." The jailer stepped forward and pushed Doctor Sui away, looking at Huo Lian's hand hanging at his side, he was extremely sensitive to blood and injuries, "Are you injured?"

Injured?

Doctor Sui hurriedly went to look, and sure enough, he saw Huo Lian's hanging hand, and blood stains spread on the back of his hand.

Huo Lian raised her hand and said, "It's okay, the wound is not deep."

When the sword first touched the back of the hand, it was sharp and cut instantly

The flesh was opened, but then it may have been that the seven stars suddenly woke up and spoke, which brought him back to his senses, unloaded his strength, and the blade stopped, and the wound did not go deeper.

The jailer had already brought the medicine box, and Dr. Sui hurriedly wrapped the wound.

"Why did you hurt .....," he asked, and glanced at Huo Lian cautiously after asking.

Huo Lian didn't answer.

Doctor Sui also wisely shut up and didn't ask, but all kinds of thoughts ran around in his head.

Who can hurt Huo Lian? There were only Huo Lian and the girl in that cell.

Why does it hurt? Could it be the Governor of the Metropolitan ..... Intentions to use strong? The girl didn't obey and pulled out the sword beside her....

Fang Cai did prick up his ears and faintly heard Huo Dudu's laughter inside......

Laughing so happily, he hadn't heard it in the prison cell of the Metropolitan Inspectorate in all these years....

Well, I've heard that people with that kind of fetish are happier the more they see blood.

Doctor Sui thought about it in a mess, the movements in his hands were not delayed, and they were quickly bandaged, and Huo Lian did not stay and left.

"I'll go see the girl." Doctor Sui said, carrying the medicine box and rushing to the cell.

Huo Lian was injured, and the girl didn't know what it was.

He didn't pity this girl, he felt sorry for the injury he had healed, he had been in the prison cell of the Metropolitan Prosecutor for so many years, his duty was not to save people, but to save his life, no matter how seriously injured he was, no matter how many punishments he suffered, the Governor was not allowed to die before he spoke, he was fighting for his life with Lord Yama.

This girl's life is unprecedentedly good for him, it can be seen that he is sincere, and his skills have greatly increased!

He still wants to verify it for a little longer, but don't be tossed to death easily.

Doctor Sui rushed into the cell, but did not see the unsightly scene, the girl on the bed was fully dressed, and slept peacefully with a six-foot sword in the crook of her arm.

It's sleep, not death.

Her breathing was steady, her face was normal, and Dr. Sui gently circled around, and there was no trace of tossing.

It seems that the governor also cherishes this girl.

......

......

Huo Lian felt that he had indeed had a problem recently, and he had dreamed again.

Could it be because of that sword?

But this time he didn't dream of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but walked on a section of the city wall, which was different from the city wall of the capital or the state city, where the city wall was so long and endless.

He knew where it was.

This is the Great Wall on the border of the North Sea.

Huo Lian stood on the city wall, went south, saw the running soldiers and horses, fluttering the flag of the Northern Navy, let out a whistling, looking north, the dark clouds gathered at the end of the vast wilderness, and all kinds of strange cries came from the wind, and rushed over to this side-

Huo Lian raised his hand, and the person opened his eyes instantly.

The room was dim, and there was a figure shaking by the bed.

"What's wrong?" Liang Siwan asked, "Do you want to drink water?"

Huo Lian didn't speak, and sat up.

Liang Siwan was a little surprised, Huo Lian slept very well, occasionally woke up in the middle of the night, turned over and continued to sleep, why did she sit up?

She lit the light and asked, "Do you want to go out?"

Huo Lian shook her head, looked at Liang Siwan, hesitated for a moment and said, "I dreamed that the Great Wall is there."

Liang Siwan held the teacup for a moment and let out a sigh: "It's really rare."

There was undisguised sarcasm in his voice.

Huo Lian ignored it and didn't speak.

Liang Siwan held the teacup and didn't hand it to Huo Lian, nor did she speak again.

The room was frozen in the middle of the night.

"That's not right." Liang Siwan suddenly said, "Why did you dream of the north? Is there something going on over there?"

Huo Lian sighed, he remembered, there was something before, and he heard it in the imperial study, so he still remembered it.

"It's fine." He said, snatched the teacup from Liang Siwan's hand, raised his head and drank it, stuffed it into her again, turned around and lay back on the bed, "Turn off the lights."

Liang Siwan stood in place holding the empty teacup, her body slightly

Trembling slightly, he didn't say anything in the end, and he aimed his breath at the candle flame and blew it over.

The candles went out and the room was plunged into darkness.

......

......

When the spring in the capital is bright, the northland is still just covered with a layer of light green.

In the green wilderness, the dew condensed on the young grass that had just emerged from the ground, and the next moment a foot in straw sandals stepped on it, and the dew and the young grass poured back into the earth, but after a shallow moment, the straw shoes stepped over, and the grass swayed to its feet.

This is a young man, in his early twenties, with delicate features and a dark complexion, carrying a flat pole in one hand, tying a rope, and holding a piece of dry cake in the other, chewing and chewing from time to time.

His steps were big and fast, as if he were going to work early.

Behind him came the sound of horses' hooves, and the young man looked back and saw a troop of soldiers and horses running on the main road, and the dust and smoke were billowing from it. Z.br>

He withdrew his gaze and ran wildly across the wilderness.

But no matter how fast a man could run on two legs, he could not compare to a horse's four legs, and soon the crowd of soldiers and horses caught up and surrounded him.

"Chen Shi!" The chief officer shouted, "Where are you going?"

As he spoke, the whip in his hand swung at the young man, striking his hand holding the dry cake.

"I can still eat!"

The young man who was called Chen Shi was not frightened, and leaned slightly to the side, avoiding the long whip.

"There's something to say." He shouted, "Don't waste the food."