Chapter 465

This is Luo Wuyou's third time in prison since her rebirth. For the first time, she was put in the prison of Qindu. The second time, she went to the prison of the Ministry of punishment to visit Luo Xianer and send her on the last journey.

The third time, however, was to see Nangong Jingyu in the dungeon of Beiyue, the first person who should have ascended the throne eight years later.

In the brightly lit dungeon, Nangong Jingyu was tied to his head, feet and limbs by a thick and long iron chain, and was firmly bound to the stake. The whole person was still in a coma, and naturally no one would take medicine for him. However, it may have been too long, so it has automatically solidified and no more bleeding.

Only that body's white robe is already dyed red with blood.

"You go out. I want to talk to him alone." Luo Wuyou stood behind the door of the dungeon, staring at a moment's light mouth, but the words were said to the two people behind him.

Zhuo Dehai hesitated: "prince, concubine and empress, although the thief is in a coma, it is hard to guarantee that he will not have any other tricks. Otherwise, the slaves will stay outside the prison. If there is an accident, the princess and empress will just call and the slaves will come in again?"

Your Highness has deliberately told us to protect the princess's safety. He is proud to keep watch, otherwise, he is really afraid that if something happens again, his highness will cut him directly.

She will not leave her mother's face, but she will not leave her mother's face.

Sure enough, Yu Yao thought, and the girl's voice began to ring again.

"Do you think that his half dead appearance can still hurt this palace? Don't you all think that this palace is made of clay? Get out of here Luo Wuyou's voice is full of dignity and no doubt. They can only take orders to retreat.

The quiet space is only a girl, and naturally there is the comatose Yu Wang Ye in the prison.

Luo Wuyou looked back, and then walked into the dungeon. The red skirt swayed lightly, and the exquisite embroidered shoes fell on the cold floor and stopped in front of the bound people for a long time without any movement or sound.

The girl's bright eyes fell on Nangong Jingyu's body, looking at the head that drooped to one side, looking at the face, once handsome and gentle no longer, the only thing left was pale confusion. She was so familiar with the face and the facial features that she could remember clearly without looking at it.

His broad forehead, sharp eyebrows, high nose wings, thick eyelashes, and his thin red lips are closed together. His lips are very thin. I don't remember when I heard someone say that a person born with thin lips is naturally cold and thin!

Once she was just a joke.

But after she was imprisoned, she suddenly looked back and felt that it was really so. At least, Nangong Jingyu was such a person. She was extremely selfish and cold-blooded and cruel to the extreme! Compared with her, than the king Jing Lan, that murderer is even more cruel and merciless.

It also makes people feel hateful to eat its meat and drink its blood!

She married him at the age of 14, and tried her best to plan for him. It took him five years of hard work to help him defeat other princes and ascend to the throne of Prince Qin. However, he turned her into a living dead person the day before he ascended the throne, on the day when she gave birth to her son.

He turned her into a living dead man!

It is said that one day husband and wife have been gracious for a hundred days. For six years, the husband and wife have no kindness, no affection and no righteousness. That is to say, he hates her. When she marries him, his reputation is damaged, he loses his face and his dignity, and he is not worthy of being his queen.

But it's OK to kill her with one knife.

However, he cruelly handed her over to luoxian'er to suffer torture. She suffered from the pain of separation of flesh and bone. She was sent to the brothel by them. She was imprisoned for ten years. She was disfigured, flogged and imprisoned. The same thing happened. They made her taste the cruelest and coolest punishment in the world one by one. She was forced to take the bone biting poison and become human, ghost and ghost!

Let her struggle for 11 years in that dark brothel and dungeon.

Eleven years, eleven years

How many eleven years can life have?

Her short life, nearly half of her life, a woman should be the happiest, the most beautiful, the most peaceful, should enjoy the happiness of her family, but all thanks to him, had to spend one hell after another in the dark!

If you don't stop him, you can't help him! The death of her ye'er has no dignity, and his execution is watched by tens of thousands of people, and her son is a prince of the country, but she ends up with a stigma and no corpse!!!

Every time I think about it, the girl's whole body is even more fierce. Her hands are tightly pinched into her palms. In her deep and dark pupils, she is rolling with a terrifying dark stillness. Even her eyes are red with hate, and her whole face is tensed to the extreme. Thinking about the wound on her cheek, it is full of endless strangeness and ferocity.

As the bloody clothes brushed, Luo Wuyou's ten fingers suddenly loosened. A silver needle fell on the man's acupoint quickly between the movements of her bare hands. When she stopped, Nangong Jingyu had awakened quietly. The sharp pain in his chest made the man's chaotic brain more clear and bright. The heavy eyes were lifted, but he was facing a piercing cold silver light Fang's open eyes are instinctive and ruthless.Qiang -

the following cold and sharp sound shocked him. His eyes suddenly widened to the largest extent. Looking at the twisted face in front of him, all the memories in his mind were instantly recalled.

"Luo Wuyou, you set me up!"

Nangong Jingyu gave a gloomy roar and struggled to move. However, he found that he was bound to death with a rope chain. He not only had his limbs and body, but also had iron ropes on his neck and neck. It was like a bolt dog, which made people feel a sense of humiliation to the extreme of anger.

"What if I set you up

Luo Wuyou drank, waved the dagger in his hand and stabbed into the man's palm without hesitation. The sharp dagger went straight through the palm. Listening to the man's deep pain, the girl's heart was filled with endless pleasure of revenge.

"Nangong Jingyu, have you ever thought that you have today? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha? You tried your best to plan to ascend the throne, but I destroyed it. Nangong Jingyu, today, I Luo Wuyou will end my previous life feud with you. You owe me, you owe me ye'er, I will ask you to give it back to me one by one, to ye'er! "

The girl's voice is strange, cold, fierce, with a little hoarse, dark, sad, as if from the 18 layers of hell, that thin body, the scar face, as if dense with dark black breath, the black breath instantly enveloped her whole person, let her whole person show a twist and madness.

Let a person look at the body will be unconsciously out of a cold.

Nangong Jingyu's palm was pierced. His face was as white as gray, and his whole face was twisted and spasmodic. Looking at the young girl who had already fallen into madness, she was anxious, angry, resentful and frightened. With such crazy and hateful eyes, she wanted to peel and tear him apart.

The girl's red eyes looked at her eyes, as if he was her father and mother, no, the enemy of her family. The whole person had been twisted to the point of complete madness.

The cold voice, harsh and dark eyes, as well as the crazy appearance, fell into the two eyes hidden in the dark, so that the two pairs of Ye Ye Ye's eyes could not help shrinking.

Suddenly, only heartache is left!

"Luo Wuyou, what do you want to do? You didn't frame me enough. You wanted to kill me. If you start a dispute between the two countries, don't you fear that the prince of North Vietnam and the king will never let you go? I have no enmity with you. The death of your brother has nothing to do with me. Are you out of your mind when you put all these into your own king

"You are not afraid that after you kill this king, my people will announce what you have done to the world. At that time, what will happen to you? You should be able to think of it without telling me Nangong Jingyu is worthy of being Nangong Jingyu. He is nailed through the palm. He has no pain to breathe out. On the contrary, he can recover quickly and scold and threaten.

"Oh, ha ha Why? Why did you ask me why? Ha, ha ha, ha... "

The girl was slightly stagnant and pulled out the dagger in her hand, and suddenly burst out a series of low and hoarse laughter, with endless hatred but mixed with endless pain and helpless pain. Yes, Nangong Jingyu or Nangong Jingyu. However, he doesn't remember who ye'er is at all. He doesn't remember what he did or what he committed.

All of that, the memory of the previous life, only she remembers, only she knows, and she is the only one who struggles and suffers in hell. He can still live with peace of mind when he does such a thing, and interrogates her with such a reasonable face!

On what basis?

What makes him question her?

Why is she the only one in pain?

Why should she bear all the pain alone?

Hate crazy sweeping, Luo Wuyou tightly bound, struggle, jump out, can only sink, and then sink, bit by bit sink deep, no direction, no end.

Can only forever sink deep

Her eyes widened, her eyes protruded, staring at the face of the man in front of her. Suddenly, she was crazy, and kept waving a dagger into the man's body.

Puff, puff

In the dark space, the sound of sharp edge stabbing into the flesh, and the knife cutting into the meat scraping bone. The red blood gushed out and splashed on the girl's face, as if with the endless hatred of the girl's previous life and this life, she gushed out in a loud voice, but she didn't notice it from the beginning to the end, just kept stabbing.

Nangong Jingyu's face became whiter after the girl stabbed her. Her indignant eyes were staring at the person who was wielding his knife in front of her, leaving only weakness and shock.

In the end, how much hatred she had to have for him in order to achieve such madness, such a resolution?

Until Nangong Jingyu breath more and more weak, until the girl has stabbed some out of force, the falling dagger finally stopped, did not wave again. At this time, Nangong Jingyu was covered with blood holes, dressed in a white robe, dyed red, almost became a blood man.

However, Ning eyes look carefully, those wounds are not fatal, Nangong Jingyu only breath, about because of blood loss.In the dark shadow, a pair of eyes fell on the girl's body from the beginning to the end, watching her crazy and cruel behavior, holding hands of the dungeon door iron bars were pinched into powder by men, even when luoxian'er died, she had never been so excited.

What did Nangong Jingyu do to her? How could you hate him like this? Fragments of the past flashed in the man's mind one by one, making his heart almost painful to stop breathing.

Past life, past life

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