Eternal gate

In the small garden room.

Zhao Yun stood tall, his whole body filled with heat.

The runes of the Earth Spirit Spell have been cultivated, which can absorb more power of the earth. Although it is a pirated method, it is still practical. There is still a lot of time to understand it. One day, he will be able to achieve great success.

"What a great power." Zhao Yunjing felt it.

The power of the earth is not only heavy, but also majestic. Because of its majesty, he feels his own insignificance. He is like a drop in Taicang. What he can absorb at this moment is only an extremely meager breath. He really doesn't know the vastness of the earth. How much power was given birth to.

The moon god has repaired the moon, and the moon is looking at the misty sky.

Her eyes were dim and uncertain, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

What are you thinking about? Thinking about the blessings of the ninth life and the blessings of God, she had a feeling that she was in a situation, including meeting Zhao Yun, everything seemed to be arranged.

As a god, she felt a little confused for the first time.

I don't know when, Zhao Yun opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, a startling light shot out.

When you are in a good mood, you feel like you are inspired to write.

Since I draw talismans, I will stock up on goods when I have time, and all of this is money.

When the sky got dark, he left the small garden, walked around in a big circle, and went to the opposite side of the Qinglou. Because the Royal Shadow Guards were sweeping Huang, the Qinglou was still closed. The superiors said that it would be rectified for three days.

That’s fine, no one is purer.

There are still many people who criticize Wu Qi.

However, that guy had a tough background and was only dismissed from his post.

It was just a formality. According to Zhao Yun's expectation, Wu Qi would be reinstated soon.

This matter...can be big or small.

Night falls quietly.

Zhao Yun sneaked in again, went to the room on the top floor, and opened the window again.

Viewed from the sky, the Tower of Punishment is like a bright pearl embedded in a sinful place. It is the brightest.

Zhao Yun didn't squint, holding a telescope in his hand and staring at the ninth floor.

In a corner outside the Qing Tower, Huan Meng also popped up. He also held a telescope and could see Zhao Yun clearly. He was even more certain that there was a person imprisoned in the torture tower who was very important to Ji Hen.

The night is quiet.

At an unknown moment, a beautiful figure appeared in front of the window on the ninth floor of the Punishment Tower.

It was Furong who was standing in front of the window, gazing at the southern starry sky. She should be looking at Wanggu City. Zhao Yuan was dead, but the Zhao family was still there, and so were her children. I don't know if her life was okay.

"Mother."

It was also at that moment that Zhao Yun's bloodshot eyes filled with tears.

Even though the beautiful figure was blurry, he could still recognize it at a glance.

Maybe flesh and blood are connected, and there is a connection of their own. Even looking at Furong in the south, she subconsciously glanced sideways at the Qinglou. She always felt that someone was looking at her, and she always felt that there was a pair of tear-filled eyes in the darkness. .

"Mother."

Zhao Yun choked up and burst into tears.

The emotions in the world are so strange. Lotus felt a sudden pain in her heart, as if she could hear it. Her eyes, filled with despair, were unconsciously stained with mist, reflecting the bright moonlight, and condensed into frost and tears. In the haze, it seemed that a familiar figure could be seen.

"Someone."

Although he didn't want to disturb her, the moon god still reminded him.

Someone came up, but Zhao Yun at this moment was actually indifferent.

Or maybe he was too concerned about his mother and wanted to take a few more glances, ignoring his senses. As a result, he didn't even know someone came up to her. He didn't even respond to her reminder and just held her tight. The telescope was staring at the ninth floor of the torture tower. His heart ached like a knife, and the emotions he had suppressed for many days turned into endless tears at this moment.

"who is it?"

Furong's tears were also crystal clear and poignant. She was sure that there was a relative in the distance who was secretly watching him. Maybe it was the Zhao family, maybe her child, or maybe... the lingering soul of Zhao Yuan.

"I figured it out."

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the ninth floor of the torture tower.

Listening to the tone, it was the Marquis in Purple Clothes, and his words were cold and majestic, like God's pronouncement.

"I don't know." Fleur's eyes were filled with tears.

"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin." Zi Yihou said calmly, "From tonight on, if you don't answer, I will kill one Zhao family member every day. I don't want to see the Zhao family wiped out, so I will tell you the secret."

"Devil, you are a devil." Fleur's scream was hysterical.

She is an ant, she is weak, so weak that she cannot even commit suicide.

She knew Zi Yihou, the aloof commander of the Royal Shadow Guards, he could do whatever he said... he would really slaughter the whole Zhao family, and all the clan members and children... would become pitiful burial objects.

But she really knew nothing about the so-called secret.

Zi Yihou left, leaving a darkness on the ninth floor of the torture tower.

"The darkness... reminds you of something."

Ziyi Hou said coldly, reflecting the bright starlight, his face was ferocious and scary.

Without the light, Zhao Yun could no longer see his mother.

After a long time, he put down the telescope tremblingly, with tears streaming down his face.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around, because at some point there was a second person in the room, standing not far behind him, like a ghost, looking at him quietly, he didn't know how long he had been there.

"It's him."

Zhao Yun murmured, and even in the darkness, he could still see who it was.

It was the middle-aged, one-armed demon-suppressor whom I met at the small teahouse during the day.

The one-armed middle-aged man was silent. He had indeed been here for a long time and had never bothered him.

"Senior, what a coincidence!"

Zhao Yun said calmly, having wiped away the tears in his eyes, he had also raised the Longyuan Sword. In just a moment, he could kill the one-armed middle-aged man instantly. He didn't want the news about him peeking at the Punishment Tower to spread throughout the entire imperial capital. One wrong move could lead to catastrophic consequences, killing people and silencing them... is still necessary.

"Let's go!"

The one-armed middle-aged man spoke hoarsely and walked forward step by step. When passing by the table, he gently placed his breast shield on the table. The meaning was obvious: This breast shield belongs to you.

Zhao Yun frowned, his murderous intent instantly dissipated.

The one-armed middle-aged man had been here for a long time. He didn't take advantage of him when he was looking at the torture tower, nor did he call for anyone. He obviously didn't want people to know that he was giving him the heart mirror, and he didn't want to be his enemy. He put away his sword. He also took a step forward and passed by the one-armed middle-aged man in the dark. When passing by the table, he also picked up the goggles.

Before leaving the house, he glanced back.

Upon entering, he saw a one-armed middle-aged man standing in front of the window, using a telescope to secretly look at the torture tower.

This may be why he doesn't want to wake up outsiders.

After all, they are the same kind of people, and they both have someone very important to them... They are imprisoned in that abominable torture tower, but they are weak and weak. They only dare to sneak into the brothel secretly in the dead of night. Go and take a sneak peek at the torture tower from here.

He understood Zhao Yun's state of mind.

Zhao Yun also understood his state of mind.

"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun bowed his hands and turned to leave.

If the one-armed middle-aged man didn't expose him, he would not expose the one-armed middle-aged man.

People who have the same story should share the same problem. They are all living like dogs in some humble way. I don’t know when they will live like a human being. This is the case for the one-armed middle-aged man, and he is also the same.