Chapter 1217： eternal

But they can do nothing.

After a fight, Hu Yuer passed out. The soldier wielding a whip picked up a bucket from his feet and sprinkled a bucket of water on him. Ye Hao Hu Yueer was helpless, but that was a violent scream.

It turned out to be a bucket of salt water!

Han Lun doesn't want to cry anymore. It's what he meant. No matter how much, it's completely useless at this time. Soon afterwards, her eyes turned white and he fainted again. The whipped soldier splashed out salt water again, but the shape of the jade only fluttered for a while and could not wake up again. After a long time, the soldiers finally stopped. Han Lun looked at Ye Haohu and wanted to cry loudly.

But this group of people only had less than a piece of incense kung fu left, so another group of people came. There were about six or seven people, and Han Lun didn't see much, holding a big wooden stick in his hand. As soon as they entered the prison, they were divided into two groups, one group from left to right, and the two groups were beaten in turn. These people were too ruthless, Han Lun only felt that all the bones were broken, and Linghu Yueer was motionless. It was like a corpse hanging on a pillar, whimpering at it, but she had no reaction at all.

The second group of people finally retreated, and Shishi returned to calm. Han Lun seemed to be able to hear the blood dripping from the corner of Linhu's mouth to the ground. Although Han Lun didn't have the strength to speak, he wanted to raise his eyes. He wanted to see her all the time. He worried that Jed could not bear such severe trauma.

"Mooner"

Han Lun's voice is as delicate as silk, even if it doesn't, it's almost like whispering to someone. But in this silent dungeon, it seems to be really audible.

His face was full of blood, and when he spoke, he vomited blood in his mouth, and there was no meat on his body. Kneeling on his knees, but because his hands dangled, he couldn't kneel down. He could only lie down between the two copper pillars.

Ye Hao Hu Yueer hadn't woken up yet, Han Lun swallowed a mouthful of blood, and was choked by his own blood. Suddenly he coughed and blood spurted wildly. The sound in this dungeon was too loud, and the shape of the fox moved. Seems to be awakened by Han Lun's voice.

"Han" Ye Hao Hu Yue'er had a hoarse voice in her mouth, which looked like exhaled words. Although there is only this word, Han Lun's heart is already ecstatic. After all, he knew his jade was still alive.

"Jed, are you awake?" Han Lun seemed to suddenly become stronger and shouted a few words.

Ye Hao Hu Yueer took a few breaths, and Han Lun seemed to hear her swallowing his own blood. After a while, she said softly: "Uh-huh."

Then, they have no power, but the silence of death in the whole cell. But what made Han Lun happy was that he could finally hear Ye Hao Huyue's gasp. Although the voice was painful, it made him feel like a knife. But there was no sound, and his world seemed to be gray.

When there is pain, at least the witness is still alive. At least there is hope.

In the dungeon, the smell of moss and blood are intertwined, which is an inexplicable and terrifying smell. The smell is suffocating. The water droplets on the wall fell to the ground, and the entire dungeon seemed to be slow to the extreme, as if it was in a static state at the moment. Pain, torture, now seems to have become eternal