Inside the dungeon, Song Qing'an's eyes were unusually bright, and the candlelight and shadow of the four-corner lights flickered in her eyes. Her ordinary face glowed with brilliance from her eyes.

A soft voice sounded in the midst of it, with an inexplicable force.

"In the future, if Mu Zhi hates anyone, I will hate anyone."

"Smack!"

This whip was so powerful that it was better than the previous two. Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, and he unconsciously took half a step back, crashing into the arms of the person behind him.

Of course, this was not waved by Song Qingan himself. As soon as she finished saying that, Pei Qing took her whipping hand, and while pouring out her internal strength, she took her and whipped her fiercely.

Thanks to Pei Qing's internal strength, Song Qing'an's eloquence will not be shocked. But her arm was out of force due to a whip, her five fingers were slightly loose, and the long whip fell to the ground.

Pei Qing grabbed her in time, and pressed his palm on her shoulder to slowly inject internal force. Song Qing'an only felt a warm current surging through his arm, and the fatigue and soreness dissipated.

"Such a dirty thing should not be done by the princess."

Pei Qing's tone was light, and he took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped Song Qingan's hands carefully.

Song Qingan pursed his lips and smiled, and said warmly: "As long as I can help Mu Zhi." ”

Pei Qing made a move, then turned her over and looked at her deeply.

Somehow, Pei Qing felt that Song Qing'an's mask was very eye-catching at this time.

Unsightly.

Pei Qing thought expressionlessly, or her true face was pleasing to the eye. If Song Qing'an used her face to say what Fang Cai said......

Pei Qing had no waves on his face and let go of Song Qing'an's hand.

"The princess is cautious."

He ignored Song Qing'an and walked towards the wooden frame. The person had been silent for a long time, and Pei Qing probed a few inches under his nose to confirm that there was still some faint breath.

"It's hard."

He scoffed, and with one hand he violently pierced the silver needle on the man's acupuncture point.

This can be regarded as forcibly forcing him to wake up, Pei Qing stood in front of him with his hands in his hands, and the jade belt of his robe was not messy at all, which was in stark contrast to the person whose flesh and blood were blurred and embarrassed.

In this gloomy dungeon, Pei Qing seemed excessively noble, but this nobility was even more terrifying.

"Still don't want to...... Who is your master? ”

Pei Qing said slowly, clearly in a gentle tone, but with invisible oppression.

Song Qingan frowned and retreated into the shadows.

In order to prevent people from committing suicide, the people of Dongchang had already removed the man's jaw. Pei Qing clapped his palm, and a figure appeared again in the originally unmanned corridor.

In addition to the original eunuchs, there were two more people who were bound.

They were pushed into the prison, and at Pei Qing's signal, the eunuch took down the cloth from the mouths of several people.

"Brother!"

Tears welled up in the woman's face, and she screamed as soon as she could speak. Song Qing'an glanced at it and saw that the person on the wooden frame moved.

She hid away, and no one noticed her. The eyes of several people were on Pei Qing in the middle.

There were a few children among the people brought by Dongchang, and when they saw such a terrible scene, they were so frightened that they stopped crying, and their eyes were round, and they looked ahead in shock and fear.

Pei Qing urged the long whip on the ground with internal force, and then held the whip in his hand again, and slowly approached those people.

Although several people were tied up and knelt on the ground, they subconsciously struggled backwards when Pei Qing was. It's a pity that behind them are the Dongchang factory guards, they were pressed in place and could not move, and their eyes crossed with despair.

The barb on the whip makes a screeching sound as it drags on the ground, making the scalp tingle. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Song Qingan simply leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and looked at her coldly.

The person on the wooden frame visibly struggled, Pei Qing glanced back, and threw the long whip to a certain factory guard.

He didn't retract the whip, but inevitably slashed a child's face with his barb, leaving a horrible streak of blood.

At last the boy began to cry because of the pain, and this cry began, and the rest of the children began to weep one after another. The piercing cry echoed in this small space, and it was a headache.

Pei Qing muttered in his mouth, as if he was talking to himself and deliberately said to that person: "Who should start first?" ”

The malice in the words was hard to ignore, and the man actually made a voice for the first time. Like roaring and begging, Pei Qing ignored it and bowed to the woman.

"Just her."

The factory guard will not pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and immediately fell a whip. The woman screamed in pain, the flesh on her back was torn, but her clothes were still intact.

With this sound, the person on the wooden frame was also shocked as if he had been whipped.

Song Qingan slowly walked out from the shadows. A factory guard noticed her, but remembered that the palm print allowed this person to enter before, so he didn't care what Song Qingan was going to do.

She walked under the wooden frame and looked up, and saw that the man was shaking slightly with his eyes wide open and looking ahead.

"Are they your relatives?"

Song Qingan raised his head and asked softly. The man's eyes moved to see her dressed, but he was silent.

Song Qingan was not annoyed, and still said kindly: "I can help you save them, but... You're going to give what we want. ”

His gaze was suddenly sharp, and he could almost penetrate Song Qing'an. Song Qing became more and more sure that this person must not be a eunuch of the Needle Work Bureau, and it was strange that Pei Qing attached so much importance to it.

This is clearly a figure similar to a dead man, and the person behind it placed it in an inconspicuous position in the palace, which is really ill-intentioned.

"Don't you believe me?" Song Qing'an hooked his lips and smiled, and his plain face showed some demonic feelings for no reason.

"But you'd better think clearly, now that you're alone, I'm the only one who might help you."

Song Qing'an's hand pointed at him, and then pointed at himself.

"As long as you say it, I can keep them from dying."

Song Qing'an came closer and tiptoed to him: "If you don't say it, they will be burdened by you." I know you're worried that even if you say it, Pei's palm print will still be extinguished, right? ”

Song Qingan hooked his lips and smiled: "You'd better believe me, because it's only me...... can save them. ”

"Willow ...... Willow..."

The man finally spoke, his voice so hoarse that it was hard to tell.

Song Qingan put away his smile and looked solemn: "What did you say?" ”

"Xuan ...... Willow ......"

He obviously had no strength, and his jaw was lifted again, and the words he spoke were extremely indistinguishable. Song Qingan turned his head sideways and met Pei Qing's gaze.

Since she accosted the man, Pei Qing has not given any more orders. But the children's cries were so loud that they overshadowed Song Qing'an's whispering.

Pei Qing looked at Song Qing'an and was looking at her.

So the factory guards saw that the inconspicuous little eunuch hooked his finger at their palm prints.

The factory guards looked gloomy, staring at the little eunuch's face, as if to write it down so that they could get rid of it later.

Pei Qing's feet moved, and he walked towards Song Qing'an in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"What's the matter?"

"Lord Palm Print, he recruited it."

Song Qingan deliberately pinched his throat and made a flattering gesture, which made Pei Qing squint.

"You want to protect them?"

Pei Qing didn't care about this, and looked at Song Qingan condescendingly and asked.

"Since Lord Palm Print has heard it, can you agree?"

The corners of Pei Qing's lips hooked: "If you enter the Criminal Prison Division, you won't be able to get out alive." ”

"Do you think you can make an exception for our family?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, Lord Palm Print misunderstood."

Song Qingan smiled flatteringly, but quietly pulled Pei Qing's sleeve by covering his figure.

"Everything...... Naturally, it still depends on the meaning of the palm print. ”

Song Qingan smiled, but his hand reached into the sleeve of his shirt, and his fingertips slid lightly on the back of his hand.