"I found out later."

Xie Ci stood up unhurriedly and swept the creases on his body.

was caught by Yuan Miao, and there were a lot of creases on Xie Ci's body.

Looking at his slow movements, it seems that he has completely failed to take his existence to heart.

Yuan Changhuan closed his eyes and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want to do, do you want me to die?" ”

"You can't kill me now, I can't kill you, and you and I hate each other, so it's better to die and never get along, how about it?"

"Our mother and son will not get in your way."

Knowing that he would not agree to the thanks, Yuan Changhuan dared to say such a heart-wrenching remark.

She understands the thank-you speech.

Xie Xi knows her better.

"Are you finished?" I asked without being salty.

Then he put away his slender fingers and stood idly on one side.

The eyebrows and eyes are cold and lonely.

There is a faint coldness of the gloomy.

It's like a hidden hunter who can strike a fatal blow when you're not looking.

In Yuan Changhuan's view, the thank-you speech is now such an image.

Hearing his words at this time, Yuan Changhuan frowned.

Hands curled up under the sleeves.

Hold it tightly.

The vivid face was dyed a little depressed, "What do you mean?" ”

"I don't mean anything, I'm done, I'll meet a few people with me."

As he spoke, he walked towards the outside of Xingzhixuan.

The direction happened to be known to Yuan Changhuan.

Exactly the dungeon.

She had resigned with Xie at the beginning.

The hand in the sleeve made a simple gesture.

He followed.

Because she had an ominous premonition.

The more you get to the dungeon, the more suffocating the air becomes, and the iron doors are on both sides, solid and indestructible.

It's even more expensive than gold.

Thanks: Use dark iron to build the prison door......

Yuan Changhuan closed his eyes and said coldly, "You have accumulated a lot of money over the years, and the position of the emperor is quite fat." ”

Some people are accustomed to making war profits.

Regardless of the suffering of the common people.

Now.

In Yuan Changhuan's eyes, Xie Ci seems to have become such a person.

It sent chills through her heart.

She thought that Xie Ci was still a good official for the benefit of the people.

Now it seems.

People will become, or they are too deeply hidden in the past.

Even he was deceived by him.

"I've won the award, but it's a pity that no lady has spent money for me over the years, so I spent it elsewhere, do you like Xuantie?"

Then he didn't wait for Yuan Changhuan to answer, and continued.

"There's still a lot of prison doors left, just enough to refine a cage, what shape do you like?"

"Round or square or irregular?"

"I don't like any shape of cage." Yuan Changhuan gritted his teeth and replied.

She knew that she could really do it.

After all, he didn't lock himself with chains back then.

Over the years, his temper has definitely become more and more perverted.

It's not surprising that he can come up with any kind of dark iron cage.

It's a pity that she is no longer the Yuan Changhuan who can be slaughtered by others.

Xie Ci wanted to lock her up, but it wasn't that easy.

"I don't like cages, but I still like chains, you have a lot of affection for these things." The smile was bland, and the smile was evil and evil.

In a dark and damp dungeon.

It's like walking on the road of hell.

The cells on both sides are like flowers on the other side to welcome the undead.

It's weird everywhere.

It's gloomy everywhere.

It's like the person who thanked him now.

Not at all mild and sunny.

It's all darkness and boundlessness.

"Hehehe, then you're wrong, I'm not affectionate about anything."

Read between the lines.

The original pale face of the resignation was about to drip ink.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring her away, it would not be easy to take it again next time, how would I endure it.