The two were sure that Jiang Fukite was at the end of the crossbow, and the conversation did not avoid her.

Seeing the two rats grinding their fists and palms, with an ugly face of a sperm worm, Jiang Fuyuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and said softly: "I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

"You are now a prisoner, and you still think you are a high-ranking phoenix goddess?" The jailer had a sarcastic smile on his face, and his fat fingers rubbed against each other maliciously, as if he had touched the jade-like skin that could be broken by the blow.

The other jailer's saliva was about to come down, and he approached Jiang Fukite with a wicked smile: "Uncle, I can think about it, let you have a good meal and be a full ghost, but before that, you have to let our brothers eat ...... first"

Just as he was about to pounce on the wolf and kiss Fang Ze, Jiang Fuyu, who had been sitting quietly and weakly on the broken wooden board, suddenly jumped up and circled behind him with lightning speed, the shackles between the two plain hands became ready-made weapons, and under a few entanglements, the chains between the shackles tightened the jailer's neck, and when he strangled his face, the blue tendons on his face burst out, and quickly filled with the color of pig's liver of death.

The torture instrument that binds others has become a weapon of murder in her hands.

The change came so suddenly, and by the time the other jailer reacted, his companion's body had gone limp, and he was completely out of breath.

Jiang Fuyuan smiled at him, and only then did he feel that Qin Yan's facial features were terrifying in the eyes of the jailer at the moment, like a ghost who summoned spirits by the Lechuan River.

The memory that was left behind occupied his brain again, yes, how dare he, the woman in front of him was a phoenix goddess that everyone talked about, and the blood of the ancient gods flowed in her body.

He is really lustful to try to get into the gods!

The jailer's knees were paralyzed, and the adrenaline rush of fear of dying at any moment attempted to run out of the cell.

But he stumbled and didn't run out a few steps, Jiang Fuyuan casually picked up the pottery bowl containing the glutinous rice and smashed it on the ground, kicking lightly on his toes, and the sharp broken pottery shards flew like a sharp blade in the direction of the jailer.

Thorn -

The last jailer felt a chill in his throat, and then a waterfall of warm liquid splashed down on his chin, cheeks, and hands.

The blood detached from his body, quickly losing its temperature in the cold wind, and the jailer looked down in disbelief at his bottled chest, which was as speckled as a red plum blooming, and with a grunt in his throat, he slammed straight to the ground, startling a puff of dust.

Solving the two miscellaneous pieces in the blink of an eye, Jiang Fuyuan wiped the rice on his fingers on the corpses of the two in disgust, and said dissatisfiedly: "Daughter-in-law, can you dream of something good, dare to eat this kind of thing for me in a dream, it's really itchy." ”

In fact, she really blamed Zhong Yongfeng, although the mirage dream is based on the deepest obsession in the holder's heart, the details cannot be controlled by the dream master, so her current identity setting is indeed related to Zhong Yongfeng's feelings for her, but the details she encountered in the dream are completely mirage.

Let others plot against Jiang Fuyuan or something, and it is impossible for him to agree to kill Zhong Jifeng.

Looking at the two miserable corpses on the ground, Jiang Fuyuan didn't take the two corpses to heart at all, even if the power of faith was sealed, the memory of the previous life training body was still there, and she was still able to deal with the ordinary jailer who had no mana and wandered around in the dark prison all day long.

It's just that if there is a person who has internal strength or is physically strong and practicing martial arts, it is difficult to say.

What's more, this body is so scarred.

The adrenaline rush when she erupted just now, Jiang Fuyuan temporarily ignored the pain in her body, and now as soon as she calmed down, she began to protest frantically everywhere on her body, and the pain in her shoulder blades made her sweat coldly.

Under such circumstances, it is absolutely an impossible challenge for her to leave the prison alone.

Jiang Fuyuan was thinking about how to find Zhong Jifeng in his dream, when a series of panicked shouts suddenly erupted from the direction of the gate of the prison.

"King Mu Ke has led his troops to break through the palace! The Western Land is destroyed! ”

"So what do we do? Do we run? ”

"The emperor and his son have been killed, don't we run and wait for death!"

After a period of chaos, most of the people in the prison ran away, except for the prisoners who were locked up and could not get out, there was not a single guard left, and all of them fled for their lives.

A trace of doubt flashed in Jiang Fuyuan's eyes, this Mu Ke King came at the right time, as if he had come specifically for her.

Mu Ke, Mu Ke, together is not Ke.

Since it is Zhong Jifeng's dream, nine times out of ten, this Mu Ke King is the person next to him, or rather, himself.

Unexpectedly, her daughter-in-law still had a heart to rebel against the king, and she also had to bear the surname of her deceased husband, and the intention to replace her was simply obvious.

The corners of Jiang Fuyuan's lips hooked up a smile, and he took out a bunch of keys from the corpse on the ground to untie the shackles on his hands, gathered the scattered broken hair, and left this small cell as if he was walking on a splendid carpet.

The pain on her body made her walk very slowly, and when the prisoners on both sides saw who it was, they were all stunned, and then immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed.

"The Phoenix Goddess, it's the Phoenix Goddess!"

"Goddess Wan'an, please bless the goddess and save us......"

"The Phoenix Goddess is blessed with mountains and rivers, the Western Land Kingdom is disrespectful to the Goddess, the country should be destroyed, and the Emperor of the Western Earth should be frustrated!"

The shouts on both sides were reverent, respectful, or indignant, but no matter what emotions they had in their hearts, the object of their gaze was the Jiang Fukite who moved step by step.

They called her the Phoenix Goddess, and they were her devotees.

A subtle warm current poured in from the dantian in her body, which felt that Jiang Fuyuan was all too familiar, and it was the power of faith that nourished her body.

Your own believers must be saved.

Some of the keys collected from the jailer must have been used to open the prison door, Jiang Fuyuan was patient, and experimented with the past one by one, replacing the next one if the key was wrong, some of the prison doors could be opened, and some of the keys of the prison doors were not in this set of keys.

After a long while, Jiang Fuyuan trembled his hands and opened more than a dozen prison doors.

The freed people gathered around their phoenix goddess, tears of excitement glistening in their eyes.

At this moment, the sound of heavenly prison killing shook the sky.

Mu Ke's army was unstoppable, and under the leadership of the leader man, he slashed all the way and went straight to the prison.

The right general rode his horse with difficulty to keep up with the leading man, and his voice almost broke in the cold wind.

"Your Majesty, there is a heavenly prison ahead, not the Jinluan Palace-"

The man at the head of the group had eyes as black as a deep pool, his gaze was firm and eager, and he held a long knife in his hand, and he mercilessly cut down anyone who stood in his way to his goal.

The speed was so fast that the generals who followed him all the way were almost thrown off by him.

"Your Majesty, the King of Xitu is dead, and the courtiers are waiting for you to ascend the throne in the Jinluan Palace-"

Bang –

In response to the general, the long knife smashed the gate of the Heavenly Prison of the Western Earth Kingdom with an extremely fierce momentum, and after a burst of dust, the north wind carried Su Xue and poured into the Heavenly Prison in a hurry.

He saw a woman in a thin prison robe, with a calm complexion, and her facial features were not as beautiful as mortals in the panicked crowd of the prison.

It was the moon in the sky crumpled in the water, the plum in the snow stained by blood and rain, a beautiful body and a broken bone, slender and delicate, shrouded in a broken feeling that people couldn't bear to touch more.

Ke Xuesheng stood at the door of the prison, quietly watching the starry women of the prisoners.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced sideways slightly, and suddenly raised a light smile, looking at him through the crowd and broken snow.

The two are separated by a distance of more than ten meters, separated by a snowstorm, separated by a heavy crowd, and it seems that they are only separated by two layers of skin.

It's so quiet, so close, there are only two fiery hearts left in the heavens and the earth beating in sync.

General You, who was a step late, was stunned for a moment when he saw the people in the prison, and muttered: "Your Majesty, she is the legendary goddess of calamity, Mu Cizhan." ”

General Right: Your Majesty, this is a demon girl!

Mu Kewang: I don't listen, I don't listen.