The cell was very dark, the oil lamp on the wall was emitting a dim light, the whole dungeon was lifeless, and there was a dead silence, the guards guarding the door stood like wooden stakes...

Zhuang Qingyun stepped down the steps step by step on the stone slab, stood in the shadow, and looked at the people locked in the dungeon.

What surprised him was that the poisonous sacs hidden in the teeth of those captured dead men had been pulled out of their teeth. After Min Huizhu entered the dungeon, the whole dungeon seemed to be glowing with vitality, which was the desire for life...

Min Huizhu was not bullied by these death row prisoners as he thought, and he didn't know what method this woman used. Not only was she not tortured, but she was sitting in the cleanest part of the dungeon like a queen, leaning against the on the wall...

The writing brush on her shoulder had already been pulled out, and the wound was also bandaged.

The summer and spring clothes are thin, and her outer shirt is slightly opened, revealing the big red bellyband where the mandarin ducks are playing in the water, and the delicate skin that is lined with frost Saixue is more and more radiant and jade-like. With an alluring luster.

In front of her were a few black and yellow miscellaneous corn buns. Those were the only food that was brought over in the afternoon to fill the stomachs of the condemned prisoners. Zhuang Qingyun couldn't imagine that these people would leave it to Min Huizhu without eating. Eat, as if she can eat a mouthful of face is a great gift to them death row prisoners.

Zhuang Qingyun's whole body was messed up. In the past, he only saw her as glamorous, but later heard from Qin Wuyan that she had a heart of snakes and scorpions, and her wrists were vicious, so he didn't react too much.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhuang Qingyun understood how powerful Min Huizhu was. No wonder Min Zhixing doted on her so much, he would rather raise her as a son than adopt a nephew from his cousins ​​and put it under his knees nourish.

When Zhuang Qingyun was even more impressed, facing such a woman, Qin Wuyan not only did not indulge in it, but retreated completely, and even hated this woman extremely, which is also a rare sobriety in the world.

The dungeon was dark and damp, it was summer, and it was extremely hot.

Several death row prisoners took off their tattered clothes and spread them on the straw, Min Huizhu threw the clothes aside with some disgust, and said coquettishly: "It stinks, Miss Ben can't stay in this place for a day. "

As he spoke, he straightened his satin-like black long hair, lay down on the haystack, and closed his eyes.

Zhuang Qingyun could clearly see that when these men looked at Min Huizhu, their eyes shone like hungry wolves, but few of them dared to do anything to her.

In just half a day, she was able to make these death row prisoners fascinated by her.

The woman was lying on her own, with half-undressed clothes, lying on the haystack, probably because of the pain from the wound on her shoulder, she hummed twice from time to time, and every time she hummed, the Adam's apples of these condemned prisoners would roll up and down several times.

Mosquitoes were flying around in the dungeon, and these red and swollen death row prisoners who were bitten by mosquitoes even used their own clothes to drive away mosquitoes for Min Huizhu, and some death row prisoners fanned her.

If it weren't for the poor conditions in the dungeon, Min Huizhu would have been treated like a queen...

This scene completely confused Zhuang Qingyun's three views, and made him finally understand the horror of Min Huizhu.

The brothers and sisters of the Min family live in two extremes, how kind Min Rui is, and how evil Min Huizhu is...

Zhuang Qingyun turned around, walked up the steps step by step, and left the dungeon.