Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 140: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (7)

Bizhu kept her word, and after An Ning got dressed and went out, she really disappeared.

An Ning asked, "Where did the Palace Master ask me to go just now?"

The servant girl waiting outside said, "It seems like a dungeon. I heard that the palace master has captured a killer, and now he is interrogating overnight."

Killer?
After thinking about it, it has nothing to do with her, she hasn't had time to train the killer to kill Xuan Xieyu!It is even more impossible for the original owner to send someone to assassinate him, so——

What's the point of looking for her? !

An Ning turned back to the room gracefully, stopped abruptly at the door, suddenly remembered something, caught someone and ordered, "Take me to the dungeon!"

As soon as An Ning appeared, the guard in front of the dungeon knelt on the ground. I have to say that the original owner's father really made her very mysterious and powerful. will live comfortably.

The night was silent, but the dungeon of Jingshang Palace was brightly lit.

There is flying sand on the clean ground, no need to ask, a large group of people just left.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and the deeper you go, the more disgusting you can't help it.

"Where's the killer?" An Ning asked calmly, with a veil covering her face, making it impossible to guess her emotions.

"Saint, please come down with me."

In the deepest part of the dungeon was a prison cell, surrounded by black iron, so hard and indestructible that not even a ray of moonlight could shine in.

That's where felons are held.

Through the fence, as far as An Ning could see, the scarred young man was hung up in the air, with a pool of blood dripping from his body.

There was a lot of blood, and the limbs, waist, and neck were all bloody.

The black iron chain passed through the lute bone, and thick blood dripped down.

When he was being questioned, he waved the whip, and the thin blade on the long whip pierced into the young man's body, overturning a layer, and even the flesh was bloody in an instant.

This is the torture in Jingshang Palace!
The young man lowered his eyes and said nothing, his face was bloodless, but his expression was indifferent and terrifying, as if he was not the one who suffered the torture.

An Ning frowned and opened her lips, "Enough."

The whip-throwing man knelt down, "Saint!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting beautiful eyeshadows, the eyelids lifted, and his eyes seemed to fall on her, a ray of light flashed through his dark and deep eyes, but in an instant, they drooped down again.

Indifferent and alienated, rebellious and fearless, he treats everything around him indifferently.

An Ning said calmly, "Go down."

"Forgive me for being difficult to obey!" The man clenched his whip and clasped his hands into fists.

"Oh—?" Other than Xuan Xieyu, there are people who don't listen to her!So angry!

The man said again, "The palace lord has an order, if he doesn't speak up, the punishment will continue!"

Forcing the mute to speak, probably only Xuan Xieyu can do it, huh...

"Did the question come out?" The person who wanted to kill her before has now become a prisoner and suffered all kinds of torture. She should be happy, but now she is bored for no reason. She attributes it to Xuan Xieyu's fault , there was some yin and yang in the mouth, and the face was slightly cold, "The method of the palace master, is it useful?"

"Never, he is very tolerant." The man said, "This subordinate has never understood why the assassination failed, but he never committed suicide by taking poison, why he was captured without a fight all of a sudden, and why..."

"Then get out." An Ning interrupted in a cold voice, "Jingshang Palace does not keep useless people!" After a pause, he stared at the man, his eyes were piercing, not arrogant, "Or, do you still want to continue the interrogation? "

Continue to interrogate and continue to ask questions, doesn't that mean he is useless?Now going out can be said to be forced by the saint, the man thought about this, and immediately offered his whip respectfully, "I obey the order of the saint!"

"Well, let's all go out and wait." An Ning pretended to hold a whip and gestured at the boy.

Seeing this, the man was heartbroken, and pulled everyone out of the cell.

There was no one else in the prison, showing a deathly silence, the fire was burning brightly, reflecting the young man's stunning and indifferent face.

"Little dumb, do you know who I am?"

An Ning stepped closer, curled her lips and said with a smile, "The Saint of Jingshang Palace, Xuan Xieyu's mortal enemy, should be one of your targets this time."

The boy's black clothes were stained with blood, and there was no good flesh in his body, except for his eyes, which were surprisingly clear and bright.

He looked at her, as he had done so many times before, without much emotion.

An Ning deliberately pulled the iron chain on his body.

He should be in pain, but he still didn't react much, his eyes stared at her for a moment.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, An Ning wanted to get back on the spot, but fortunately he threw the whip and groped his upper body with his hands.

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and ice blue flashed in his eyes.

"You didn't kill me, so you don't regret it later?" An Ning leaned closer, crooked her eyes and smiled enchantingly.

The faint fragrance sprayed on his face through the gauze, and the young man lowered his eyelids and turned his face away slightly.

An Ning's fingers moved slightly, pressing on his wound.

The warm blood flooded the fingertips, and the skin under the fingers seemed to tremble.

An Ning asked with a smile, "Does it hurt?"

These words finally got a response.

An Ning watched him shake his head in a very small arc, a little silly and a little dazed.

peaceful:……

Finally, he said angrily, "You are a fool!"

The young man raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his ears were filled with her voice.

"Are you really following the path I pointed out to kill Xuan Xieyu?"

"You are still so willful and reckless in killing people, don't you know what it means to be well-planned? Just go after resisting the sword?"

"It's all right now, I didn't kill people and made myself into such a ghost!"

"Little dumb, big fool! Stupid!"

The girl's equally pale and fragile face under the veil reflected the light of the candle, adding a bit of warmth.

He didn't feel any pain at all, on the contrary, he just felt a little hot, especially where he was touched...

An Ning stopped scolding, and was spraying medicine on his wound, but he didn't expect his eyes to follow him.

"What are you looking at?! I'll dig out your eyeballs!"

After being yelled and stared at by her, the boy looked into her eyes.

Their eyes met, she was fierce and he was innocent.

Anning lost.

She took the pulse of the little mute, and it turns out that this person is not invulnerable to all poisons at all, he is just resisting, maybe when he fights with Xuan Xieyu, the poisons she injected will work together , making him unable to move for a short period of time, Xuan Xieyu had an opportunity to capture him directly, and even ordered people to torture him to death.

In other words, she is actually Xuan Xie Yu's accomplice.

"Ahem..." I'm a little unhappy, how wonderful it is that Xuan Xie Yu is the prisoner, and how wonderful it would be if Xuan Xie Yu died, hey!

It's a pity that Xuan Xieyu not only didn't die, but she might take advantage of it and act obediently, insisting on the ulterior relationship between her and the little mute, and framing her!

An Ning sighed frequently, shook her head, gritted her teeth, furious.

The dungeon was very cold, and it made her cough from a fake to a real cough.

"Ahem——" An Ning gathered her clothes, and she was even more annoyed by her frail and sickly body.

The young man's eyes sank, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and his long arm moved involuntarily, pulling the chain and pulling the wounds all over his body.

tick-

Blood dripped from the wound, bright red and warm.

"Hey, what are you doing?" An Ning raised her eyes angrily, "What's wrong?" Such a big movement was obviously abnormal.

(End of this chapter)