Nalan Xin stayed in the dark room for five or six days, without the slightest sign of fear, collapse, or madness.

Everything is the same as always, it is time to eat, to sleep.

Even the black-clothed messenger guarding the door of the dark room was secretly exclaiming: who is she? At a young age, without crying or making trouble, he was able to withstand the punishment of murder without seeing blood!

Nalan Xin has this kind of concentration, and it is all thanks to Ye Ghost Axe.

Before the Anyu Kingdom was destroyed, Ye Ghost Axe was the Lingsi.

Ye Ghost Axe's father won the appreciation of the lord of the Beigong with his superb Luban skills, and let him be responsible for the construction of the imperial tomb, and gave the Ye family descendants to inherit the position of the mausoleum for generations.

Sometimes, the detection and collapse of the ground and the hole occur from time to time.

Being trapped inside, that's a normal thing.

How to fight against the darkness when no one is around, how to save yourself, Ye Ghost Axe has rich experience.

Ye Ghost Axe's skill, how could he not teach it to Nalan Xin?

Another bowl of porridge was handed to Nalan Xin, her eyes were still covered with pink ribbons, and she never took them off: What time is it?

Still no one will answer her!

Whenever a black-clothed envoy entered the dark room, Nalan Xin would ask the same question, but never received an answer.

The black-clothed messenger would not say a word to the prisoner who was imprisoned here, otherwise the punishment would lose its original effect.

Every time the black-clothed messenger came in to deliver porridge, Nalan Xin would silently recite it in his heart and count it.

After many times, Nalan Xin calculated that the black-clothed messenger would send her porridge twice in one day, and the time of each delivery of porridge was not fixed, but there would be no difference of about two hours.

Even this small gesture gives Nalan Xin something to do, and it will not let her live like a year every moment, and time will pass faster.

Over time, she will not be cranky, will not fall into a state of fear and depression, and will still be a normal person.

Nalan Xin took a sip of the porridge, the porridge was already cold, and it should have been prepared and put away for a long time before it was sent in.

As a prisoner, what else is there to find fault with?

As long as it is an edible thing, even if it is a bad thing, in order to survive, it must be swallowed.

After drinking a few more mouthfuls of porridge, Nalan Xin's brows furrowed, this porridge seemed to be different from the previous asks, and when it entered his throat, he felt a little cold.

In order to verify her idea, Nalan Xin took another big sip of porridge, and she tasted it carefully, which seemed to be mixed with ice slag or something.

Although his body is weak and his appetite is not good, he can still taste it without losing his sense of taste.

Perhaps, the terrain here is higher, and it is a cave, which is colder, and it is possible that the porridge has been left for a long time, and there is a little ice slag.

Nalan Xin still drank the porridge in the bowl, because she knew that the sect master would not kill her now, let alone do such a strenuous thing as poisoning the porridge.

The time for Nalan Xin to drink porridge was very short, because the black-clothed messenger would stare at her after eating and then take the bowl away, and they would not leave the bowl alone in the dark room, for fear that the prisoner inside would kill himself with the fragments of the bowl and chopsticks.

After the meal was full, Nalan Xin was also tired and tired.

She lay flat on the thick haystack, stretched her waist, and said: "As the saying goes: you will get sleepy after you are full of wine and food, which seems to have some truth." Although there is no wine here, at least there is something to eat and not starve to death, which is enough. Think about the royal concubines, they are also pitiful! If you don't get the king's favor, you stay in the house every day, and you still face the same handmaidens with the same faces every day. Day after day, year after year, I couldn't do anything by either eating or sleeping. What is the difference between this day and my current situation? The biggest difference may be that their houses are brighter, more splendid, and their food and clothing are thousands of times better than mine. ”

With such comfort, Nalan Xin fell asleep, and a slight snoring sounded, leisurely!

I don't know how long it took, Nalan Xin in the dream felt colder and colder, and she hid in a haystack with a good hay on her body.

But that wasn't enough, she curled up, her hands clasped tightly around her arms, her body trembling incessantly.

"It's... What the hell is going on?

Why does the temperature in this darkroom drop so quickly?

It's summer, and even though the temperature difference between morning and evening is big in this cave, why wasn't there such a day ago? ”

Nalan Xin felt colder and colder, she felt that her whole body was about to be frozen, and even her teeth were chattering, making noises, and she couldn't speak.

In order to resist the cold, she piled as much hay on the ground as she could, but it seemed to be useless, and she felt her hands and feet slowly begin to stiffen, and she did not obey the call.

"There is something strange in this porridge! Hold on, Nalan Xin, you have to hold on! You have to stay alive, go back to Tianyuan Kingdom, go to see your father, and your master Ye Ghost Axe, they are all waiting for you! ”

Nalan Xin kept muttering this sentence, and her lips were biting out blood, and the blood seeped through her pale lips.

Nalan Xin screamed a few times, and the blood in her body seemed to slowly appear ice cores, with a tendency to coagulate, gradually frozen, without a trace of temperature, the skin on the surface of her hands had condensed into ice.

After the half-burnt incense, Nalan Xin had turned into an ice sculpture and remained motionless.

I don't know how long it was, "Ah! With a sound, the ice slag around Nalan Xin shattered, splashed out, and hit the stone wall.

Move, she started moving!

Something didn't seem quite right with her, though.

The pink ribbon that covered Nalan Xin's eyes emitted a purple glow, illuminating the entire dark room.

She......

The chill stimulated the mysterious power that was sleeping in her body, and the purple feather in her body awakened her soul again!

At night, Feng Xueyi is reading a book, which is his habit of thundering before going to bed every day.

It was late at night, Feng Xueyi put down the books in his hand and blew out the candles on the table.

The lights in the room dimmed a lot, and he got up and walked to the bedside, and when his hand was about to touch the belt of his clothes, the "cold light" on the knife holder kept shaking. ("Cold Light" is his blade, his saber.) ）

The wind and snow clothes flashed in front of the "cold light" and grabbed the "cold light".

But the shaking of the "cold light" did not stop, as if something was calling for the "cold light".

Feng Xueyi's brows furrowed: For more than ten years, "Cold Light" has never responded, is it ......

Could it have reappeared?

Feng Xueyi grabbed the "cold light" and rushed out of the door, he wanted to find out.

"Senior brother, where are you going?"

Su Yu also came out when she heard the movement, but she was wearing bedclothes, so it was difficult to chase after her. (The wind and snow clothes in the Su room are not far away, and the Su language's hearing has been specially trained and is very keen.) ）

Under the guidance of "Cold Light", Feng Xueyi came to the vicinity of the cave where Nalan Xin was held.