Shen Yuting also had an idea. Seeing these three people coming and going freely in the prison, she wanted to use them to take her out. The reasons she gave were naturally nonsense. As soon as she left here, she immediately made excuses to escape.
The boy's black eyes flashed, and he retreated to Shen Yuting's prison door, approached and took a closer look.
"Is the wound on your face corroded by poison powder?"
Shen Yuting subconsciously covered her face, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes: "Yes!"
The boy praised: "It's so beautifully hurt!"
Shen Yuting: "..."
"A Jian, let her come out, let's take her with you." The young man said with a smile.
The tall and thin man with no expression on his face raised his hand and a sword.
A sword light flashed past like lightning, and the heavy iron lock on the prison door instantly split into two and fell to the ground.
The prison door creaked open.
Shen Yuting was stunned: "..." Is it that simple?
The boy smiled and waved to her: "Come out quickly, let's go find Chen Wan together."
Shen Yuting gritted her teeth and walked out.
The boy didn't ask where she was looking for it, and walked out with a smile, and the man named A Jian next to him followed him closely.
The cloaked man looked at Shen Yuting sinisterly: "Chen Wan's sister...hehe!"
He laughed strangely twice, his tone was hoarse and resentful, and he shook his sleeves and followed.
Shen Yuting was puzzled and thought to herself: "What a group of weird people!"
But, what if he doesn't...
As long as she can escape!
The group walked out and just walked out of the Tianzi Prison, two patrol jailers suddenly came over the passageway in front of them.
Shen Yuting's face turned pale because of fear that she would be discovered to be out of prison, so she had not had time to hide.
"Swish!"
The sword light passed by.
Shen Yuting watched a prisoner's head fly out, and a large amount of blood spurted out of her neck, splashing on her companion's face.
A Jian flashed in an instant in front of the surviving jailer, grabbed the jailer's neck with one hand and lifted it in mid-air.
“Good evening ~”
The young man in white walked over with a smile and said to the prisoner: "Sorry, I want to ask where you prisoner is?"
"Um! Um..." The jailer's neck was strangled to death, his face turned purple and red. He instinctively kicked his legs and scratched Ajian's wrists desperately.
"Tell me where the prison officer is, or you will die!" the young man said seriously.
A Jian's face was expressionless, and his five fingers tightened inch by inch.
The fear of dying made the prison guard shed tears. He struggled and instinctively pointed his finger in a direction.
The boy bent his eyes: "Thank you."
The jailer's eyes showed the light of hope, the next second—
"Crack!"
A Jian twisted his neck and threw the body aside with his hand.
The boy passed by with a smile and walked towards the direction the prisoner pointed, with A Jian and the cloaked man following behind him.
After walking a few steps, the boy turned his head and looked at Shen Yuting, who was limp and sweating in confusion: "Why don't you leave?"
Shen Yuting's pupils tightened: "!!"
She trembled and said, "I...I'll go..."
She rolled and crawled up.
Soon, the boy found the room on duty at the prison officer, and A Jian broke into the door.
The jail officer who was sleeping suddenly woke up, and a sharp sword tip hit his throat, and the young man with red lips and white teeth stood by the bed with a smile.