Looking at the frightened human head that rolled to his feet, Tang Ning resisted the urge to kick it away, and silently took a step back.

Dead man's head, it's ugly.

"Shut up! If it's noisy again, this is the end! ”

The man held a blood-dripping sword, glanced coldly at everyone in the prison, reached out and grabbed a person in the corner and pushed it out: "Get out!" Hurry up! ”

The man who stretched out his hand to push the person glanced at the little monk on the side with a strange look, and secretly wondered in his heart: Why did you get a little monk here?

Downing blinked, pretending not to see the man's strange gaze staring at her head. She stood there quietly, not noisy, not alarmed, and seemed extremely calm, but her clear and pure eyes gave people a feeling of ignorance and ignorance of the sinister world.

lowered her eyes, lowered her head and quietly followed everyone out of the dungeon to the open space outside, but Rao wanted to be a little transparent in a low-key manner, but her shiny little head still made her look extremely special among the more than 20 people.

No, it's on her bare head.

Alas! This kind of high-profile feeling really makes her miss that long silky hair!

"How can there be a little monk? Who got it? ”

One of the men with a sword stared at the little monk with a black face but a small bald head, smiled inexplicably, stepped forward to the little monk's side, reached out and touched the shining head, and mocked: "Little monk, you said that you didn't recite the scriptures and worship the Buddha, why were you so unlucky to be taken captive?" Why didn't the Buddha you believe in bless you? ”

Tang Ning resisted the urge to chop off that claw, took a step back slightly, and let the claw that was messing with her head touch the air, and then said seriously: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" ”

"Hahaha! Good one, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell! ”

The man with the sword raised his head and laughed, laughed, stared at the little monk who didn't know what he was afraid of, and said, "It's really interesting!" I want to see if there are really people in this world who are not afraid of death! ”

Seeing the man turn to leave, Tang Ning lowered his eyes. What she was thinking now was that there were thirty or forty of these sword-wielding people, and it seemed that they should be good, how could she save herself under the hands of these people?

As she pondered, more than twenty people had their hands tied to a thick rope, and she was no exception.

To her surprise, a girl about twelve years old with messy hair did not know whether intentionally or unintentionally, as if frightened, bowed her head and retreated to her side, tied in front of her.

Maybe it was the killing intent shown by these people, as well as the cold-bloodedness of treating human life like a mustard, that made everyone fearful, and they didn't dare to resist, but they just lowered their heads uneasily, not knowing what was waiting for them?

Tang Ning looked around, and the people were all standing firmly, no other movements, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Looking at these sword men standing straight and their bodies full of bloody murderous aura, she knew in her heart that these people were only afraid that they were from unusual backgrounds, after all, even if they were guards from a century-old family like the Tang family, they were not as strong as these people in terms of momentum.

These people are like a blood-stained sword, sharp and breathtaking!