The visitor sneered and asked no more questions. He turned around and said, "bring him out."

The thief was dragged up abruptly, and his appearance of wandering in the sky could not be made any more.

He pushed the people beside him feebly, and constantly stressed, "you won't get what you want from me, and you don't have to work hard."

But the words like wheels of the car said several times, he was still pressed in the prison with no expression.

"Tell me, who sent you." Someone asked, with a long, thin face.

The thief looked down at a dark mark under his feet and thought about the origin of the color.

"You are loyal," he said with a wry sneer.

This is probably the blood of the man before, the man thought in his heart, and raised his head at the same time.

"You don't have to ask much," he said without expression. "I heard other people's words and wanted to come to Ling Tianwang's study to find out. There was no other person behind me."

After that, he lowered his head again, fingers tightly clenched, teeth collided with each other, making a creaking sound.

He could even hear his heart pounding, like someone beating a drum in his chest, which made him upset.

The man took a deep look at him and said, "you protect the man behind you, but you don't know where your parents and children are now."

The previous determination disappeared in an instant, and the thief quickly raised his head, so fast that people nearby could even hear the sound of bones colliding with each other.

"What have you done? They don't know anything He began to shout, despair spread rapidly in the eyes, but the glory of hope, though weak, has been firmly flashing.

"Where are they now?" The man asked in reply and said with a smile, "isn't the person behind you more clear about this?"

The thief glared at each other fiercely, but he just got a few meaningful eyes from each other.

He slowly lowered his head, nerve like gnawing his hand, the body is a spasm.

"The master will protect them very well. They will never be OK!" He repeated these two words vaguely, but the despair in his eyes was more and more intense.

The wisps of black air gathered into a mountain, heavily pressed on his back, waiting for the moment when he could not bear the burden.

The man was not in a hurry to say anything. He slowly knocked on the table next to him, one after another.

I don't know how long it took for the thief to hold on.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, red eyes looking at the man in front of him.

"Enough!" He waved his hands irregularly and cried, "I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything

Such a situation was not unexpected. He drew his lips slightly, and his eyes were a little complacent.

"In that case, say it," he began.

The person in charge of recording beside straightened his shoulders, and his writing brush was dipped in ink and hung on the paper, waiting for the final moment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the thief could only smile bitterly.

He bowed his head and was silent for a long time. His voice was hoarse and he said, "I'm not a Ranger who likes chivalry and justice, and I don't have so much thought of serving the country and the people. I won't be an ordinary person. I like gold, silver, jewelry and power."

Speaking of this, he could not help but pause, eyes staring at his thumb, after a long time and then began to speak.

"What do you do with that," he said with a low smile, sarcastically, "I work for the third prince."

As Ling Tianwang's confidant, the man didn't think the answer was so surprising, and even had some feeling.

But the people who recorded around him didn't have such a good mentality. The brush made a long mark on the paper, making the whole paper dirty.

The third prince? Song Ci? Wang Ye? He kept repeating these three words in his heart, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Why do you behave like this," said the thief, staring at him straight away. "Your Lord has great prestige among the people, but he doesn't know that he has offended your majesty."

Because of his action, the man next to him also turned his head and looked heavy.

Under such circumstances, the man suddenly calmed down.

He squeezed the brush's finger tightly, and said in a cold voice, "what do these things have to do with you! Why talk nonsense here

The thief gave a sneer and was stopped when he wanted to say something.

"Think about your parents and children. Be honest!" The man reproached.

The thief's face was distorted for a moment. He couldn't help looking at each other. He had an irrepressible expectation in his eyes."I said that. Can you protect them?" He asked, "I do things by myself. They don't know anything."

"If you were honest, they might have a good time," the man replied, but it was not the answer the thief wanted to hear.

"You He pointed to each other, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Since both sides are dead, I might as well get a loyal name!" He gritted his teeth and cried, his lips shaking.

"Loyalty?" The man sneered, a little bit closer to the thief.

Under the authority of the other side, the thief shrank back uncontrollably.

"Your loyalty is to let you frame the king who is loyal to his country? Have you ever thought that you are also a common people protected by the Lord? If there is no king Ning in this country, how can he survive to the present stage? How can their people live and work in peace and contentment? "

"Our emperor is so generous that people can't help admiring him!"

He said slowly, the tone of uncontrollable with a bit of resentment, at the same time for lingtianwang feel a bit unworthy!

The thief drooped his eyelids, his strength slowly dissipated, and he fell to the ground feebly.

"What can I do," he murmured in a low voice, "what can I do if he doesn't know how to restrain himself and violates the Royal taboo?"

"I'm just an ordinary person. What's wrong with me if I want to find a chance to get the gold, silver, jewelry and wealth I'm looking forward to."

As he said this, his voice grew louder and louder. In the end, he almost screamed. The sound wave hit the wall next to him. It took a long time for it to disperse slowly. During this period, it was even mixed with crackling ash.