Leng junao didn't want to hide from her. His expression was calm and nothing happened.
"Well."
Zhao Wanxi
Now that there is a situation, I don't want to go and have a look. Why should I calm down?
"That direction, where does it lead to?"
"Zhen Youjie's private prison."
"Dungeons built by individuals?"
What's unusual about a broken dungeon?
The answer is somewhat unexpected, a bit unexpected to Zhao Wanxi.
But in a moment, her heart suddenly moved, thought of another thing.
Looking at that pair of shining glass eyes, Leng junao had a very bad premonition.
"You..."
"Why don't we go there?"
Sure enough.
"I remember Xie Nanbei and his brothers were trapped in Zhen Youjia's private prison. They could be rescued by the way."
"Well..."
Smell speech, Leng Jun Ao ponders a little, originally intended to tell her, those people in the dungeon, after natural someone to save, completely don't bother her to move.
But for Zhao Wanxi's eager eyes, she can only sigh.
Just then that night owl cry, Zhao Wanxi only reflected that she was one of her own, but she didn't really taste the meaning.
I don't know the night whistling sky that she was yearning for. At this time, people were there.
Although Leng junao didn't understand why he wanted to hide there at this time, he didn't want to let go of the people who dared to move his bottom line.
Only a little unhappy, do not want to let their own little lady with him to take risks.
However, it's not realistic to leave her now. Whether it's reluctantly or not, she finally gives up her head.
The road to the dungeon is also quiet, and there is no resistance.
It's a dungeon, but there is no half guard at this time. Although the door of the dungeon is locked by the thick iron chain at the mouth of the bowl, it can't stand. Leng junao's internal force is shocked, and it becomes a scrap iron decoration.
It's dark, damp, disgusting and moldy, and the environment in the dungeon is really very flattering.
It's a pity that Zhao Wanxi is a master who can endure hardships. Otherwise, she will be smoked out for the decadent and bloody smell.
The first thing you see is the same arrangement in the Dungeon - rows of ferocious instruments of torture. Further inside, you will find the prison where the prisoners are locked up.
The enemy of the enemy is a friend, Zhao Wanxi ran to the purpose of rescuing the accomplice, all the way forward, the matter of guard, handed over to Leng junao.
Even passing by a few empty cells, finally looking at someone.
But, it seems, it's not her goal.
I saw that the man was not very old. He was dressed in a white inner garment. He was not dirty, but he was far from the image of a prisoner.
Hair is also neat and meticulous, is not a bit embarrassed.
"Why is this man here?"
Looking at Wen Wen's weak appearance, he is by no means a traitor.
It's strange that Zhen Youjie has been shut in even though he doesn't look like a member of the army.
That is to say, the idea flashed by. After a quick glance, she decided that the other party was not the one she wanted to rescue. As soon as she lifted her feet, she was about to cross over.
Unexpectedly, before we took a few steps, the people in the cell took the initiative to speak.
As soon as he made a sound, Zhao Wanxi was shocked.
"Are you here to rescue me?"
"What did you say?"
A stagger, Zhao Wanxi almost fell to the ground.