The glaciers behind Jiahuang Mountain are hanging upside down, which is extremely magnificent.

However, Jing Che was trembling in the ice and snowy glacier, and she felt despair in her heart.

It seems that Baili Fengma Shi was determined to let her die here. He was afraid that he had already hated himself and repeatedly used Jing Che's news to make fun of him.

The sky gradually sinks, and Jing Che almost loses consciousness in the howling cold wind. A bright moon rises on the top of the valley, and the clear light shines on the glaciers, which makes it feel desolate.

She seemed to have heard the sound of horse hooves. She thought it was her own illusion, but the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer. It was not until a man rushed from a distance that she was sure that she was not wrong.

The man ran over without tying his horse, took off his cloak and wrapped Jingche around him. With the exceptionally bright moonlight, Jingche saw his face clearly.

"Si Ming? Why are you..."

She was amazed by this surprise and felt that her strength had also come back. Si Ming carried her onto the horse and said, "Today, a letter came to the Shura Field, saying that she would come to the back mountain of Jiahuang Mountain to save you."

"Then you come?" The immortal binding rope on Jing Che's hands and feet was finally untied. She rubbed her numb wrists and drank heat into her palms.

"Yeah, here we come."

Jing Che felt a little moved - although Si Ming was really bad at this time than a thousand years ago.

"Where is that letter? Let me show it." She was a little confused, and said that only Mizumaki knew that she was trapped here. Could it be that Mizumaki sent a letter to Shurachang?

It's impossible. He never did such a roundabout thing. If he really wanted her to live, he would come over and take her out by himself, instead of asking Si Ming to save him in such a tortuous way.

The piece of paper in Si Ming's palm had been wrinkled and was soaked in the sweat in his palm, and even the ink traces were oozing open. Jing Che only took a look and knew who it was.

Such neat and regular handwriting is undoubtedly a practice. She told him that she had been in the Shura Field for four years, and he had no choice but to try to write a letter to the Shura Field to inform the Lincang clan of the Lincang clan to save her. Fortunately, the person who received the letter was Si Ming.

"Xiao Jin has returned to the imperial capital. Almost everyone thinks you are going to die in Jiahuang Mountain. Xiao Jin is ready for your death." The wind on his face cuts his face like a knife, and Si Ming's body leans lower to block the coldness for Jing Che.

"Almost," Jing Che smiled self-deprecatingly again, "I've died a lot."

He had already returned to Lincang, but Jing Che was unwilling to go back to the imperial capital and insisted on going back to the Shura Field with Si Ming. Si Ming naturally refused, but this time, Hongyi was one level higher than him, so he had no choice but to turn back to the Shura Field on the way to the imperial capital.

Instead, she returned to the darkness separated by thick stone gates in the Shura Field, and Jing Che felt a sense of familiarity, which immediately brought her pain - because the companion she killed with her own hands, Hua Ruyan.

The torches on the wall swayed more and more as the people walked around. Si Ming had taken Jing Che through this road many times, and the last time he sent her away, and sent her from Eighteen to Red.

It was about to come to an end, but Si Ming suddenly stopped and stopped leaving.

"What's wrong."

Si Ming's voice sounded a little embarrassed: "Xiao Jin is here."

Jing Che shivered for a moment.

I saw Xiao Jin's huge figure paced out from inside, with a smile on his face and said, "Oh, Hongyi, so you are still alive?"

Jing Che raised a calm smile: "What, didn't you say, if you don't come back alive, do you know the consequences? How dare I die so easily? Wouldn't you be sorry for your cultivation in Shurachang and Lord Xiao?"

"You still remember what I said. I said at that time, but you were obviously returning to the imperial capital alive, right? You returned to the Shura Field... What does this mean?"

The aisle made of stone walls was very cold, and people could hear the wailing sounds of fighting from afar. Xiao Jin's voice was sarcastic. Jing Che was wearing Si Ming's thick coat, but a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Xiao Jin probably suspected that she wanted to use fake death to gain freedom, while Si Ming was an accomplice. With his suspicious personality, she probably couldn't explain it clearly no matter what.

Many fully armed soldiers suddenly surrounded the surroundings, and Jing Che's heart sank more and more. The reason why she was able to gain Xiao Jin's trust in the past four years was because she was like a puppet, who could only perform tasks and had no thoughts of her own. Once the puppet had its own thoughts, the master would probably be determined to kill.

"Why don't you speak?" Xiao Jin sneered and looked at Jing Che up and down, "Fu Ye told me that the last moment of the star track has appeared, and it is still in the direction of Jiahuang Mountain - you can't take it."

"I didn't get it." Jing Che forced a few words out of her teeth, but she was not very polite to Xiao Jin.

"You'll know if you look at it." A sinister light flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes.

A soldier immediately came up to search Jingche's body. The strange man's hand touched his body and felt an inexplicable disgust. Jingche subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but was imprisoned by greater force.

But Si Ming got angry first and knocked down a soldier: "My Lord Xiao, on my territory, you have to obtain my consent."

After Si Ming said this, the soldiers behind Xiao Jin kept rushing forward, firmly subduing Jing Che and Si Ming.

Xiao Jin threw a token from his sleeve and threw it in front of Si Ming. This was the emperor's token. Seeing the token was like seeing the emperor, and no order could be disobeyed. Si Ming's face turned a little ashen, and he could only any of these soldiers put iron chains on his hands and pressed into the torture room.

Si Ming stopped moving, Xiao Jin glanced at Jing Che and ordered: "Search."

Jing Che knew that he would never escape from this place because he was afraid of implicating Si Ming, so he could only let a group of soldiers take Xiao Jin's orders and peel off all his clothes unruly.

The carbon in the brazier in the center of the torture room made sparks splash. Jing Che was firmly fixed on a torture chair, and his hands were locked by iron chains. The snow-white and delicate ** were exposed to the greedy eyes of the men, and she was trembling all over.

Si Ming, who was fixed on the punishment rack, could no longer bear to open his face and closed his eyes.

Xiao Jin picked up Jing Che's clothes on the ground and shook them. Without shaking anything, he threw them into the charcoal basin and burned them. He said, "Wow, it seems that he didn't carry them with him."

"But I said red clothes, these traces on your body are so interesting."
Chapter completed!