In the west of Liangzhu City, in the middle of a large river with turbid waves, a thick mist wraps a small stone island.

The island is seven or eight miles wide at its widest and more than twenty miles long, and according to the topography of the island, the alien race has built a castle with a strange shape, and more than a dozen spired towers and skinny pestles are in the castle, pointing straight to the sky like the finger bones of a dead man.

There is a barracks in the southeast, south, and northwest of the castle, and there is a sacred tower with a height of three hundred zhang in the middle of the barracks, and the scarlet vertical eyes on the top of the four divine towers slowly rotate, and a circle of invisible ripples sweeps across the earth, always monitoring the movement in all directions.

In the middle of a tall tower in the castle, De Lorang sat in a small cell with a dead face, staring blankly at a light waterfowl on the river in the distance through the palm-wide ventilation window.

There was a soft 'poof', and the waterfowl were still more than a mile away from the high walls of the castle, and a red ripple flashed in the air, and the waterfowl were beaten into a wisp of green smoke by the strong electricity, and a few messy feathers rolled away by the strong wind.

Di Loran's body twitched slightly, and from the body of this water bird, he seemed to see his tragic fate.

"I'm stupid...... I shouldn't have come back. Di Loran muttered vaguely, "Why should I be so stupid as to return to Liangzhu? Why didn't I strangle him when he was born?"

A piece of talismans more than a foot long, made of the softest leather on the dragon's abdomen, forged by a secret method, and became as thin as cicada wings and almost transparent, and stuck to Di Luolang's forehead. Traces of extremely thin black light erupted from the talisman, like a huge spider web covering De Loran's face.

The natal eye was sealed, all the magical powers could not be used, and the pampered Yu nobles were physically weak, and in this well-defended prison, Di Luolang did not even have the slightest chance to escape.

As an elder of the Emperor Clan. De Lorent is also quite favorable. Even if he is a prisoner, the strict class nature of the alien race is still fully revealed. De Lorent was able to have a separate cell on a tower with a clear air and a 'wide view', even if it could only fit a single bed, which was at least a privilege.

Beneath this castle, there is a huge and complex underground prison, where tens of thousands of members of the Emperor clan are imprisoned in a place where there is no light of day. Including direct descendants of De Laurent. His sons and daughters, his grandchildren, were imprisoned there.

"How much time is left?" Di Luolang wrenched his fingers, gritted his teeth and secretly calculated: "According to the tradition of our Yu clan, since we have borne all the charges, then we must kill people as soon as possible and eliminate all possibilities of overturning the case." ”

"Well, we shouldn't have much time. We must find a suitable day to behead all the people of our Emperor Clan...... Of course, in order to squeeze the last bit of profit out of us. This is also the best tradition of our Yu tribe - in order to squeeze the last little bit of profit from us, we should be used as a sacrifice!"

"I, Di Lorang, the elder of the Emperor clan, a descendant of the noble blood of the Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor flowing through my body, have actually been reduced to being treated as a sacrifice! It's the same as those lowly slaves, lowly livestock. As a sacrifice!"

De Loran's face turned purple with anger, and he clenched his fists almost hysterically and slammed them against the wall.

"Ah, my hand!" a ghostly light flashed across the solid rock wall, and De Loran's fist grazed a large piece of skin, and he crouched on the ground with his fist clenched in pain. Tears flowed involuntarily from his eyes.

There was a small window in the wooden door of the cell, and a figure suddenly appeared outside the window, squinting into the cell.

De Loran let go of his hand, coughed lightly, and stood up. He pulled the crumpled robe on his body, and tried to maintain the demeanor of an elder of a wealthy family. He looked at the people outside the window and asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?"

"Elder DeLoran?" a slick voice came in.

De Loran's face changed slightly, and he took two steps forward, leaned over the window and looked out. Standing in the narrow corridor outside was a young man of the Yu tribe dressed in a gorgeous costume.

The bloodline has been optimized from generation to generation, and the nobles of the Yu clan are many handsome men and women, and their bodies are tall and beautiful. But this young man of the Yu tribe standing outside the door of Di Luolang, his body is a head shorter than that of a normal Yu man, his body is a little bloated, and his face is also a little fat, in the group of Yu nobles who pay great attention to appearance, this guy is destined to be isolated and despised by everyone.

Di Lorang happened to recognize this guy, this young man of the Yu clan belonged to a low-level small aristocratic family, this family itself did not have much power, and the clansmen mostly relied on acting as clerks for the big nobles, or serving as tax collectors, commercial managers and other auxiliary official positions in the territory of the big lords to make a living.

Compared with a top wealthy family like the Emperor Clan, the family to which this young man of the Yu clan belongs belongs to a small existence that can be erased with a word.

If De Loran remembers correctly, this little guy once asked for marriage from one of De Loran's side descendants. That collateral descendant was the descendant of a great-grandchild whom Di Loran did not value, and a maid of humble status.

With such an identity, such a bloodline, that collateral descendant is no different from a servant among the descendants of Di Loran.

But Di Lorang blatantly rejected this little guy's proposal, and also used the power of the family to suppress the family behind this young man of the Yu clan.

"It's you...... Your name ......" De Lorent remembered the 'ugly' face, but he couldn't remember his name.

"Gru. The young man of the Yu clan smiled very smoothly: "The lowly Gru salutes you, Your Excellency Elder Di Lorang. Ah, what's the environment like in the cell? This dilapidated cell is just right for you. ”

After a few sneering laughs, Gru glanced at the caretaker standing at the end of the corridor in the distance, lowered his voice and said softly, "Your Excellency the Elder, do you remember your favorite granddaughter, the Emperor? ”

De Loran's face twitched suddenly.

Di Fei, that is the youngest daughter of his favorite son, Di Yu's maternal family is noble, born in the Yemo family, among all the descendants of Di Lo Lang, Di Yu's bloodline is the most noble, and naturally received the greatest care from Di Lo Lang.

"We, a total of twelve poor creatures who admire Miss Diyu very much, we have made up a sum of money. Gru smiled obscenely and looked at Di Lorang with a distorted face defiantly: "This amount of money is very considerable, so the Lord of the Lords here believes that Miss Di Yu died of a serious illness because she did not adapt to the prison environment." ”

"We will pamper Miss Diyu well. Gru trembled with excitement, he looked at De Loran, word by word, and roared in a low voice that was almost cursed: "Trust us, we will take turns to pamper her!"

De Loran's face was so pale that he couldn't say a word. (To be continued.) )