"Yan Bai..." Mu Fan spoke, and he seemed to have an impulse in his chest, wanting to stop the escort car directly, wanting to untie the shackles in Yan Bai's hand, take her away from the high walls, and go to a brand new place, no longer suppressing what he thought, ignore justice and responsibility, and be able to tell Yan Bai himself that he likes her.

But this was just thinking that he was too rational and was somewhat sensible. Mu Fan did not continue speaking, but personally sent Yan Bai to the prison. The unique square iron cage standing in the center of the prison was surrounded by inspectors and rows of other cells, where prisoners of various major crimes were imprisoned.

"Mu Fan, are you leaving?" Yan Bai looked at Mu Fan with a little loneliness in his eyes.

"Do you have anything else to want?" Mu Fan nodded. He didn't want to talk to Yan Bai too much. He was afraid that he would not be able to control the impulse in his heart and crush his reason. In his heart, Mu Fan told him over and over again that this was right.

Yan Bai glanced at the hard bed behind her. She was used to the bed at Ji Baimo's house and sitting on the swing on the balcony of Ji Baimo's house, and she could always see a distant scenery.

"I want a seat." Yan Bai spoke.

After hearing this, Mu Fan was silent for a moment and really went to get Yan Bai a swing seat, which could be swayed gently while sitting on it.

...

As night falls, the moonlight is bright outside the prison. A little bit of it faints. It is almost Mid-Autumn Festival. When the day comes tomorrow, it will be the time for the execution of the death penalty.

Yan Bai sat on the seat, as if she had just felt at ease. She leaned against the swing seat with a lazy expression, her lips raised, her feet hung in the air, and her broken doll was held in her arms. The black length was as long as the silk was above spread. She closed her eyes, and the silver leg rings on her feet were twitching, and the wind blew by her ears, as if she was sitting on the balcony of Ji Baimo's house, and she could see the scenery far and far away.

Her voice was ethereal and singing, her voice was ethereal and penetrating, just like an elf singing chants in the night, summoning the demon.

"God, you must have escaped, with your tail between them. God, you must have escaped, both with your tail between them and you are in a hurry. I must have gone astray, whether it is the stairs to heaven or the perfect rhythm, so I waited hard, and the lost lamb and the liar who didn't know each other were dancing walts. God, you must have escaped, I must have gone astray, whether it is the stairs to heaven or..."

The prison was covered with gray, and shadows were scattered on Yan Bai's face. She touched the doll in her arms, and it seemed that nothing could affect her.

At the same time, the outside of the prison was in chaos, and the lights were all turned on, almost as bright as daytime, and in chaos, everyone in the prison was gathering. In addition to some necessary positions to keep people, there was an obvious emergency situation. The harsh alarm sounded gradually and louder. The prisoners in the prison woke up one by one, not sure.

"Hey, what happened?" A prison guard in the distance asked the other prison guard who had just run in from outside curiously.

"You should keep your guard. Someone outside forced his way into prison. You have to take prison with others!" Another prison guard said hurriedly and ran out immediately.

The face is a binocular.

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Chapter completed!