Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Because of the special nature of Yin Ci's identity, when he was first captured, Ansha directly placed him in the innermost part of the prison, the most secure place.

It is surrounded by copper and iron walls, leaving only a small window for ventilation.

Yun Si walked through the long passage. The cells on both sides were empty. Those who had been captured had been sorted out, so it seemed extremely quiet here.

Darkling leads the way.

Soon, the captured Qiankun Sect disciple appeared in sight.

The outer disciples with low martial arts skills were placed together, while the inner disciples and direct disciples were separated.

One by one, they all sat on the ground and meditated.

When they saw her appear, they stood up quickly one by one and stared at her with strong murderous intent.

I wanted to cut her to pieces immediately and throw her into a frying pan for frying.

"Devil! You finally showed up! You, the thing that can kill a thousand swords, you shameless bitch!"

"Who do you think you are a bully? If you can, let us out! Let's fight!"

"You Fusang Palace are just a bunch of evil-minded beasts! Female devil, I curse you to die!"

"Bah! Dirty woman!"

The palace master, who was scolded as a female devil, had a cold expression and looked intently.

He didn't seem to pay any attention to those ugly and abusive words.

She folded her hands, and the gorgeous gauze skirt on her body bloomed like coquettish blood.

Three thousand flowing clouds are pouring from the temples, the beauty is bone-deep, and the charm is natural.

After passing by the group of people who were cursing and shouting, she stopped and looked back, half-smiling but not smiling.

His eyes were thin, cold, and his smile was strange, like a bloodthirsty goblin.

In front of them, she sneered and raised her fair and delicate hands.

An Xiao immediately accepted the idea and walked out.

The voice of the person who was still cursing suddenly stopped.

They looked at each other, unable to figure out what this female devil meant.

The female devil in a red dress continued walking along the long passage into the depths of the prison without saying anything.

She passed through the cages nearby, and finally, she stopped in front of one of the cages.

His pale eyes were slightly lowered.

A hairpin with blood phoenix tassels on the temples is swaying gently, with graceful curvature and a subtle fragrance.

She stood in front of the cage and looked at the people in the cage quietly.

In the cage, a thin man huddled in the corner.

The clothes were in tatters and the body was dirty, covered in black mud.

He curled up like an insecure little beast, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Under that messy hair, a pair of extremely clear eyes stared at her like a simple deer.

There was no sound at all, it was quiet.

The stunningly beautiful Palace Master narrowed his eyes, folded his hands, and stood there, looking at him intently.

In the silent prison, the voices of abuse over there became louder, and there seemed to be sounds of pulling, and sounds of whipping and pain.

The fierce whip, with its sharp barbs, was whipped down with a snap.

Along with the yelling and yelling, the man huddled in the corner seemed to tremble.

It was as if a whip had struck him, and he couldn't help but hide.

Trembling and pitiful.

The Lord Palace Master calmly lowered his eyes and lowered the expression in his eyes.

After standing quietly for a while, An Xiao soon strode forward and came behind her, clasping his fists.

"Palace Master."

I saw the extremely charming Palace Master in front of me. He raised his chin slightly, gestured to the person in the cage, and asked, "Who is he?"

"Why are you here?"