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Three hundred and eightieth record: breaking dawn

This statement made Bao Hui and the other two look fluctuate. They looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

He Yansou felt emotion in his heart, and even suddenly felt a little sad. He sighed slightly, playing with the tea cup, thinking about something.

Wen Lushan also pursed his lips tightly, and for a moment, he said softly: "The student has met Mr. Changhuai of Xie's mansion today, and we have talked about this too! He seems to have a bit of affection with my child! So, he proposed a solution!"

Wen Lushan's words taught He Yansou's eyes lit up: "Yes! Mr. Changhuai has a bit of friendship with Chonghuan, why did I forget him!"

"This young master of the Xie family is a bit strange! He actually took the position of doctor in the Ministry of Justice, and was willing to condescend to go and take the initiative to follow the Dali Temple to study. I wonder what the purpose is?" Bao Hui thought of this and said strangely.

"Don't worry about his purpose first. Lu Shan, tell me what method he has?" Jiang Wanli raised his hand and stopped Bao Hui's question.

"He said that this matter can only be done by cutting off the firewood from the cauldron!" Wen Lushan remembered what Xie Changhuai said in the daytime and said slowly.

Cut off the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron?

"How to use the method of removing firewood from the bottom of a cauldron?" He Yansou asked anxiously.

"This is the cooperation of the temple minister. Check it out carefully!" Wen Lushan's lips raised lightly, and a hint of coldness appeared in his deep eyes.

He Yansou was slightly stunned, but soon showed a sudden look, as if he understood Wen Lu's intention of being kind.

Jiang and Bao also looked at each other and felt as if they had some insight.

...

The flames in the sky were still raging the entire boundless forest, and the fiery red light ignited half of the sky. It was like the blood of hell, swallowing up all the vitality in an end.

She was still running barefoot, and the shrill and sharp female voice in her ears was like a ghost following her, pressing against her ears, as anxious as a cone, piercing into her delicate holes, drilling into her bones and blood, like a maggot attached to her bones, and lingering—

"Run!Run!------"

Where should she go?

Where to go?

However, she did not get any answers, so she could only run desperately, running all over the mountains, across the ravines, across the hills, and into the darker night.

Allowing those thorny grasses and branches and leaves to whip and stab her thin body without mercy, until she staggered and fell into the bottomless darkness-----

"ah--"

Zhao Chonghuan opened his eyes suddenly, sat up with a fight, and his whole body trembled slightly.

She looked around in a daze, looked at the dark surroundings, subconsciously stroked her slightly wet forehead, and then she came back to her senses and remembered that she was in the prison of the Imperial City Department.

Suddenly, she laughed powerlessly, feeling a little lucky.

Fortunately, there were no one else around, otherwise Xi Cun or A Zhao might have been beaten with a sharp stern palm again.

She withdrew her gaze and then gently moved her somewhat stiff body.

I heard the straw under me being infinitely magnified in the quiet night, and combined with the heroic snoring of the prisoners, I was wandering in the dim and almost invisible sky light.

Zhao Chonghuan was in a daze for a few breaths, slowly got up and walked to the narrow pane.

She raised her head and tried to stare at the palm-sized world outside the window. The glimmer of light at dawn had invaded, making the dim prison more and more dim and hard to see.

The sharp and loud female voice in the nightmare seemed to be vaguely circling in her mind, as well as her own screams and fears scattered in the darkness.

She stroked her face wearing a human skin mask, and her fair white hands were fixed on the green lotus mark on her forehead, still quiet-

But it feels suffocating.

But, what exactly is this?

What is the intention of a person who grows a Gu?

What secret is hidden in her?
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