The weak candlelight flickered outside, and wooden railings were tightly erected around it. The air was filled with a rotten and damp smell, which pierced the nose and made people sick.
Deep in the dungeon, an endless stream of screams and cries could be heard.
The difference from the past is that this time, it is a female voice.
Compared with the roar of the man outside the dungeon, it seemed so weak and helpless.
Lower level prison.
Five or six burly jailers each grabbed a woman and tore her up and down.
The set of exquisite and gorgeous palace clothes turned into rags in their hands, unable to cover the beauty's delicate body.
The beauties were crying and struggling with pale faces. The man wearing something like a prison uniform was unmoved.
Despair flashed, and the women no longer had hope.
The country was ruined and the family was destroyed, and the princess of the country was captured as a prisoner by the enemy. What else could they expect?
The jailers laughed wildly, unaware that in a dark corner of the prison, the teenage girl whom they had knocked unconscious because of her age was undergoing a strange change.
Soul fighting, hidden and mysterious.
The girl's clothes were disheveled, torn and dirty. I don't know whether it was accidental or intentional. However, her face that was supposed to have an alluring appearance was not. Her weak and pale face could not see the alluring appearance that it should have had. There was a large conspicuous red patch on her forehead, slowly.
Slowly oozing blood.
He laughed so loudly that even the person who suddenly broke in was not noticed.
"I really didn't expect that my people would have such courage. Haha, that's really good..."
The magnetic and gentle whispers hit the eardrums in vain and pierced the heart.
The whole space seemed to be shaken, and the guards who were preparing to fight for three hundred rounds trembled, their faces suddenly changed, and they hurriedly tried to push away the woman in their hands.
This, this, this... this sound is not...
The jailer looked horrified, stiffened his neck and turned around to look.
I saw a man with an attractive face slowly walking out of the corner of the prison. He was stationary outside the prison, his slender figure set off by his white clothes, which just blocked the flickering candlelight.
His black hair hung casually behind his shoulders, and his pair of deep and blurred eyes stared at the prison full of women with a smile but not a smile.
Everywhere his faint eyes glanced was trembling slightly.
Behind him were a group of guards in yellow clothes, and the leader was a man in black clothes with a cold face.
He has no expression and seems to be born only for his master.
Several people turned pale and made a splash.
My feet are weak.
"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life -"