Fang Ling was so moved when he heard this, and he didn't want this topic to be too heavy, so he smiled and said: "I knew this was the case, I would have sent the note to Brother Lu and them, let you come over, it's really like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, haven't you seen Zhang Xiaosheng's eyes, I can't wait to swallow you." ”

Song Ying'er heard what he said interestingly, she couldn't help but sneer, the jade wrist moved slightly, and a silver needle was revealed between her fingers, and there was a faint light in the dim light in the tower, she chuckled: "Your Highness can say that Ying'er is too useless, Ying'er's flying needle is not vegetarian, and the flying needle is still stained with venom, the body of the middle person will be instantly paralyzed and unable to move, if the surname Zhang really dares to hit the idea of the concubine, the concubine will definitely let him leave!"

Fang Ling heard the evil anger in her words, and his heart was a little relieved, Song Ying'er's flying needle was originally taught in Tsing Yi Fang, and in the past few years, under the teaching of Dong Canghai and other guards, plus the elixir refined by Fang Ling, the cultivation has been promoted to the rank of the rigid power realm, and within dozens of zhang, the flying needle has been hit by hundreds of shots.

This silver needle is a hidden weapon designed and created by Huang Jian, it looks no different from an ordinary silver needle, but it has a hidden mystery, coupled with the paralyzing toxin concocted by Song Ying'er herself, even Fang Ling has to be careful to deal with it.

As soon as Fang Ling thought of this, he said, "Since the matter has come to this, then we can only act carefully. ”

Song Ying'er nodded and said, "Then what are your highness's plans now?"

Fang Ling's gaze turned around in the tower hall, fell on the stairs of the ninth floor, and said lightly: "The plan depends on whether grandpa they are above this tower or not, I have already seen the first eight floors, it seems that there is no place to hide people, so only this ninth floor." ”

Song Ying'er said, "Then let's go up and have a look." ”

Fang Ling nodded, walked down the tower hall towards the stairs, and when he turned the corner and came to the entrance of the ninth floor, he found a heavy fine iron gate blocking in front of him, and there was a heavy lock on the door, and the door was still wrapped with a long and thick chain.

Song Ying'er fixed her eyes and said happily: "Your Highness, there are traces of someone touching this chain, someone must have opened this big lock." ”

Fang Ling actually had a premonition in his heart, because when Zhang Xiaosheng delivered the meal before, judging from the footsteps, he was coming towards the ninth floor, that is to say, there must be someone imprisoned on the ninth floor, but I don't know if it is my grandfather.

He stretched out his hand and touched the iron door, three meals a day, Zhang Xiaosheng had to send it, if he found that the iron door had traces of destruction, then it would be troublesome.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the wall next to the iron gate, and when he saw the neatly stacked bricks, he immediately had an idea, which were much more inconspicuous than the iron gate.

Fang Ling took out the dagger and inserted it along the gap around the brick, fortunately, the length of the dagger was longer than the width of the brick, so that after the sharp blade slashed along the four walls of the brick, the brick loosened a little.

However, it is not easy to pry out tightly bonded bricks. So Fang Ling had to destroy the bricks in the end, of course, from the bottom of the most inconspicuous wall.