Nalan Xin dropped the shackles in her hand, and she gestured to the moves in her mind, trying to be exactly the same.

She exercised, a scorching feeling gushed out of the dantian, and all the little internal force she worked hard to recover during this time was concentrated in the palm of her hand, and when she hit it, a gust of wind rose, and the dust in the secret passage continued to surge forward with the generation of a breath of qi, forming a small whirlwind in the narrow secret passage, gushing out of a long place.

The thick dust on the ground, the footprints on the ground gradually disappear as the cyclone moves, leaving a relatively clean road surface.

Nalan Xin, she's a cleaner.

Faced with the fruits of her labor, she smiled bitterly, hammered her arms, leaned her back against the wall of the secret passage, panting deeply and weak.

The power of this palm consumed the internal strength that Nalan Xin had worked so hard to accumulate since this stage.

Or maybe this palm triggered her originally scarred body, Nalan Xin felt a fishy sweetness rush to her heart, and she felt like she was about to break through her throat and erupt.

Nalan Xin hurriedly breathed, forcibly suppressed the fishy sweetness, and swallowed it vigorously, she knew what the fishy sweetness represented.

At this time, she can't fall, absolutely can't.

Nalan Xin put her shackles back on as fast as she could, she couldn't let others discover her secret, which might have saved her life at a crucial moment.

As soon as Nalan Xin stepped out of the door of the secret passage, the stone door closed automatically.

Nalan Xin looked around, she was the only one in the stone room, and she exhaled deeply, and the taut string finally let go: because no one had noticed that she had left.

But the troubles were still to come, and Nalan Xin looked down to see that her hands were covered with dust, and the soles of her feet were also covered with dust.

Usually, the sanitation in the stone room will be cleaned regularly by maidservants, because the divine doctor has instructed the living environment of the injured to be clean, so the floor in the stone room is almost spotless, even cleaner than the boudoir where Nalan Xin lives.

With so much dust sticked, Nalan Xin couldn't tell for a while, what should I do?

Nalan Xin's gaze fell on the stone kettle containing water on the stone table, yes, it was it.

Nalan Xin picked up the kettle as fast as he could, poured out the water inside, and washed his hands.

The water in the pot also flowed to the floor, and Nalan Xin stepped on it to wash his feet using the limited water source.

At this time, the stone door of the stone chamber opened slightly.

Who is it?

Who could have entered the stone chamber at this time?

Nalan Xin was startled, she quickly put the kettle back on the stone table, and used her foot to pluck the water trail on the ground, trying to let the ground absorb the water trail as soon as possible (a bit whimsical!). Although the weather is hot, the slate on the ground is not so permeable. ）

When the stone door was fully opened, Nalan Xin finally saw the person who had entered: a man in a black robe and a silver mask on his face.

Needless to say, he is the supreme ruler of the Phaseless God Sect, the sect master in the mouth of the black-clothed envoy.

He......

He... Why... Appear here... It flashed like a ghost, and there was no sound at all.

The sect master had never stepped into the stone chamber in the past few months, and what kind of wind blew him here today?

Could he ......

Did he know he was running away?

Nalan Xin looked at the silver mask of the sect master, when the sunlight shone on the sect master's mask, the silver light flickered, very dazzling, and then looked at the silver shackles on his hands and feet.

Perhaps, this silver color has some special meaning to the sect master.

Or, perhaps, the suzerain has a penchant for silver pornography.

"What are you doing?" The Sect Master asked in a heavy and stern tone.

"I didn't ...... Not...... Dry...... What! Nalan Xin's eyes flickered, and he replied hesitantly.

But such an answer doesn't seem to be convincing, and even Nalan Xin himself doesn't believe what he says, let alone the sect master?

The sect master's eyes were fierce, like a sword about to swing towards him, and his eyes kept staring at a pile of water marks on the ground.

Nalan Xin knew that if she didn't give the sect master a satisfactory answer today, she would be very sad, and in the spirit that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, she continued to talk nonsense: "The weather is too hot, I splashed the water on the ground, and stepped on it to cool down and cool off. ”

"Really?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of the sect master's mouth, and he slowly approached Nalan Xin, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

The sect master's step by step was pressing, Nalan Xin couldn't guess what he wanted to do, and with the shackles on her hands and feet, she could only retreat, there was no other way.

Nalan Xin stepped back step by step, retreating and retreating, her foot accidentally stepped on the chain on the shackles and tripped and fell.

Because the chains between the handcuffs on her hands were extremely short, only the length of an adult's middle finger, the moment she fell to the ground, her hands hit the ground first, and her palms grazed the skin and bled out.

Seeing that Nalan Xin's hand was bleeding, the sect master's heart was pouting, uncomfortable, he stretched out his hand to help Nalan Xin, but she refused, and moved her body back vigorously on the ground.

The sect master remembered Sister Yun's previous confession, withdrew his hand, crossed his hands behind his back, looked at the blood stains on Nalan Xin's palms, clenched his fists with both hands, and said, "What, are you afraid of me?" ”

"I... I—" Nalan Xin couldn't answer for a while.

Nalan Xin was captured and imprisoned here, which was done by the Wuxiang God Sect.

Nalan Xin's body was covered with dense whiplashes, and the sect master was the mastermind behind the scenes.

Nalan Xin's whole body power was abolished, and the sect master was the culprit.

One by one, one by one, everything happened that was related to the Phaseless Divine Sect, and everything in the Phaseless Divine Sect was controlled by the person in front of him who claimed to be the sect master.

For the sect master, Nalan Xin had a slight sense of fear, she no longer had the courage to look at death as if she were at home when she was whipped.

Perhaps, in the past few months, Nalan Xin has been imprisoned in the stone chamber, and she can hardly see anyone else and hear nothing other than Mo Ning and a few handmaidens who take care of her.

Being held alone for a long time, after a long time, how strong and angular people are tortured to obey.

No wonder there are rumors in the market that once a martial arts master is captured by the Wuxiang Divine Sect, no one will be able to come out alive except for Guishun.

"I... I'm not afraid of you! Nalan Xin squeezed out a sentence for a long time and slowly stood up.

"Really? Why do I feel like you're shaking? Don't have the same ruthlessness as you did when you were flogged last time? "The sect master is getting closer and closer to Nalan Xin, and the distance between the two of them is only the size of a palm.

Nalan Xin held his breath for a few seconds, forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and said: "Anyway, I am already a fish on the board, if I want to kill or chop, listen to it!" If you want to do it, give a happy word! ”

The sect master smiled mysteriously: "I don't want your life, the grudge between you and me will end as soon as I abolish your martial arts." My grievances with the Nalan Agency, I will find him alone to settle them out one by one. As for you? ”