The prison officer woke up instantly, opened his eyes wide, and cold sweat came out.
"Who are you?!"
Didn’t he rest in the room of the Heavenly Prison? How did these people break in?
The boy smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, we are not bad people."
Prisoner: "..."
Shen Yuting: "..."
The moods of the two people suddenly became synchronized.
The boy continued, "I came to find Chen Wan. I heard that she was locked in the heavenly prison. I didn't find her just now. Do you know where she went?"
A Jian held the sword in his hand, and the cold sword tip was firmly pressed against the prison officer's throat.
The prison officer sweated coldly, suppressing his fear and daring to move: "What's the matter with you looking for County Lord Anping?" Is this here to seek revenge?
The boy was stunned: "Is she the county lord of Beiqin?"
"......yes."
"I haven't heard you say it." The boy tilted his head and looked at the cloaked man beside him.
The cape man's voice was hoarse and rude: "When I saw her, she was not the county lord."
The boy suddenly realized and asked the prison officer again: "So, where is she now?"
"..." The prison officer did not answer immediately, and he quickly thought about his solution.
The boy suddenly came to him and stared at him with his eyes fixed on him.
The prison officer was so scared that he almost screamed.
By the heart.
This young man in white is not ugly, with handsome eyebrows and a slightly baby-fat face that makes him look a little childish.
But when he leaned closer and looked at you with his dark eyes, he had a chilling and terrifying aura.
The boy bent his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, his eyes were like cold-blooded animals: "I hate others lying to me the most, you'd better tell the truth."
The prison officer swallowed hard and said stammeringly: "The county lord... the county lord is not in the heavenly prison, she... she was taken away by His Highness Yi, I... ...I don't know where they went..."
The boy frowned: "Why is it Zhan Beihan again?"
The cloaked man said sinisterly: "I told you a long time ago that Chen Wan and Zhan Beihan are close to each other. Do you believe it now?"
"Hey, as long as you have something to do with Zhan Beihan, things will be very troublesome..."
The boy complained and said to the prison officer: "But thank you."
The prison officer hasn't reacted yet.
The boy waved his hand, turned around and left.
"laugh!"
Without warning, the sword blade entered the flesh.
A Jian held the sword and stabbed forward. The sharp blade instantly disappeared into the prison officer's throat, cutting the artery and trachea at the same time.
The prison officer's pupils were covered with blood, and he stared at the man wearing an iron mask in front of him.
"Puchi!" A Jian pulled out the sword blade, and blood splattered all over the bed.
He didn't look at the prisoner anymore, and turned around and walked out.
"Hehe..." The prison officer was not dead yet. He instinctively covered the blade of the sword on his neck tightly. Blood overflowed from his fingers like a fountain. The cut trachea emitted a strange Hehe. Voice.
On the verge of death, the prison officer tried his best to move his body, stretched out a blood-stained hand, and grabbed an inconspicuous rope hanging from the head of the bed.
Still a little bit...and a little bit...
His fingers were trembling and trembling, and a large amount of blood gushed out wildly, dyeing the entire bed red.
The priest's eyes quickly dimmed.
At the last moment, his body twitched suddenly, his five fingers spasm and grabbed the rope head. The remaining light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and his body fell heavily from the bed.
The head of the rope was pulled by the weight of the corpse and fell down hard!
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