Since dawn, he has been sitting quietly on the Yu Lane Pavilion and waiting for Ren Jiutian's arrival.

However, from the sunlight penetrating the clouds and gradually approaching the middle sky, so that the gray dusk curtain occupies the firmament, there is still no trace of Ren clan members on the Yu Lane Pavilion, not even one of them, and the subordinates who sent out to inquire will also report the news they have found to him with a flying pigeon, but the reply on the note is all --- to inquire about the whereabouts of Ren Jiutian and his party.

At this moment, it has been proved that Ren Yanran's determination is not empty words, the father and daughter have already designed an escape route, and even the complete path is so that even if he tries hard, he still can't find his whereabouts. If she has such good skills, why is she willing to take the risk of being left alone to face him and become a hostage? What is the reason for the mixing of such unbelievable practices? Could it be true that she would do this just to be his --- his wife?

"No!" With a wave of his palms, the majestic energy suddenly soared among the trees, sweeping back and forth around the trees, the sand rolled, and the fallen leaves and branches danced wildly.

"No!" He yelled again. The ghostly wind whistled through the sky and spread throughout the sky.

After a long time, he stopped panting, but his chaotic thinking did not disappear.

How should he deal with himself? How do you deal with the enemy's daughter? He had said that if he hadn't arrived, he would sacrifice her as a substitute, and he would ---

At this time, there was already an inanalyzable contradiction in his heart, and he could not think quietly or even decide because of the disorderly rules. Why?

"Ren Yanran ---" came out of the chaotic frenzy, reaching the sky.

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Her delicate body shrank sharply, causing her to raise her cloak to keep out the cold. In this damp cage, the momentum seeped out from the ground and was very cold, which was very hurtful.

The lock of the iron prison suddenly sounded open, and after a while, a white-faced man in black, holding a plate of fragrant food in his hand, walked into the prison.

"Supper." The jailer at the lowest level of the Ice Flame Gate put down the food in his hand.

"Thank you." The dinner he brought included fish, meat, and a few side dishes, and it seemed that Bingyanmen was not stingy with the prisoners who were waiting to be slaughtered, and his attitude towards the prisoners was not as cruel as the legend outside, and it seemed necessary to reevaluate this sect that made murder a business.

"To drink or not to drink?"

Ren Yanran raised her head suddenly, the black-clothed jailer who delivered the meal was still in place, and her dead face was still grinning.

"No need." She shook her head and raised her spoon to her supper.

He still stood still, with no intention of leaving.

"Are you okay?" She put down her chopsticks and looked up at him, a strange message coming from all over her body.

He stepped forward, crouched down in front of her and looked at her, and said, "You are beautiful, I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you in my life." ”

"So what?"

What does he want to do?

There was a strange aura blooming in his pupils, and he said strange words that violated his identity word by word: "Do you know that this dungeon has always been a place to imprison the traitors of the Ice Flame Gate?" The only fate for those who are locked up here is death. ”

"Death?" The corners of her beautiful lips were shallow.

"You're not afraid?" He frowned and looked at her strangely. "Don't you want to dig out of here?"

"You mean, you want to help me?" It's strange, how could she meet a good person in this sect that is famous for its ruthlessness.

"Yes."

She looked at him fixedly, and shook her head. "Thank you, don't bother me, if I wanted to escape, I wouldn't have followed Wuxin to the Ice Flame Gate in the first place." However, Ren Yanran was curious about his actions. "If my judgment is not wrong, I have no intention of having a high position in the Ice Flame Gate, and you actually dare to disobey his orders, and you are not afraid of being punished by him?"

"As long as I can save you from danger--- he said abruptly, and stepped forward to help her up, ignoring her hospital and surprise. "Come with me, otherwise you won't be able to leave after you come back without intention---

With this cry of despair, there was a reddish flying swift sword shadow --- Red Flame Returning Sword.

"Brother Zhan--- Ren Yanran's surprise did not subside, and he saw that the body of the jailer was kicked out of the cage.

She looked at the corpse in a different place with wide apricot eyes, and said tremblingly: "It's the same one, your methods are too cruel." "How can he treat human life as an ant?

"Distressed?" The condensed tone was raised high.

"That's not what I meant."

His demeanor began to be terrifying again.

"If I'm too late, maybe you'll have run away with him." Zhan Qingyuan pressed forward step by step, threatening her. If she didn't show her style, where did this little minion come from and be willing to take her out of prison?

"There is no such thing."

"I heard it, and I saw it." A large palm was handed out, clasping her beautiful chin, and the condensation was accompanied by a fiery rage, and the horror brushed on her face. "You dare to open your eyes and deny it, you are really despicable---"

"Shut up! How can you ---" she shouted, her voice trembling.

"How am I?" He laughed wickedly. "Maybe I should have learned what kind of soul seduction magic you have, and you can actually lure the people of the Ice Flame Sect to surrender under your pomegranate skirt, even at the cost of your life."

"You don't want that." It hurts, he deliberately bullied and wanted to insult her dignity, her little hands clenched into fists, beating desperately, trying to force him to stop, but no matter how hard he struggled and beaten, he still couldn't stop him---

Blood oozed from her lips, and the salty taste swallowed into his mouth, but the wounded lip wound did not eliminate his anger and roughness, and the constant beating made him pinch, and the tall body clung to her, making her unable to move, and in the complete inferiority, the silver silk cloak to protect against the cold was removed by him---

Thinking of the minion ...... just now, his eyes flashed, everything about her, everything, can only be his, no other man is allowed to overstep, no one wants to take a step closer, he has such a domineering thought.

Ren Yanran couldn't bear the force of his grip on her arm, what did this person want to do?

"Let go, it hurts." She let out a cry of grief, and she fell down. The iron arm suddenly supported her fallen body at the moment she fell, and Zhan Qingyuan finally regained his composure--- although he resisted death, he would not admit that the anger just now was out of jealousy.

"It's a show again." He said contemptuously.

Ren Yanran's whole person collapsed weakly in his arms, and her empty and blank eyes attracted pity.

"Why bother with garlic. You're still not tall. ”

"You ---," she murmured in pain. "I know you hate the Ren family so much, so you want to kill me, I have no complaints, maybe you shouldn't have wronged me for no reason, I have never been sorry for you, I haven't even thought about it---" she choked.

"It better be." He said coldly. "Better remember! Now I am your master, only I can control everything about you, the torture just now is just a warning, and I will not forgive you so easily next time. He left her and walked out of the prison, his proud figure without half a point of pity.

Ren Yanran leaned against the wall, slowly slid down in prostration, and leaned against the corner of the wall. She took a deep breath, thinking about his ruthlessness just now, maybe she overestimated herself, thinking that with her own ability, she might be able to release his warm and passionate side.

However, --- body that was being escaped hit her self-confidence and thought that the cold and gloomy Zhan Qingyuan was still half unchanged.

Her body curled up, her eyes slowly closed, what the hell should she do?

Because of his wholehearted concentration, he failed to notice that there was a pair of evil eyes that were unwilling to pass away.