I have a portable prison

The young man's soliloquies seemed to be murmuring, with a relaxed and carefree expression that Xianminglou couldn't understand at all, as if it wasn't his body that was seriously injured and bleeding, or the young man couldn't feel the pain at all.

The slender figure walked towards the prisoner with a sharp knife in his hand, and a strange picture appeared in front of Mingminglou's eyes.

The bloody footprints and the wet and exposed wounds on the body formed a great contrast with the young man's relaxed gait.

This person... isn't afraid of death to such an extent?

It was obvious that he was not the one who was injured, but what happened at this moment and what the other party said made Xianminglou terribly painful, as if those few shots had actually hit him in the chest.Maybe he is really weak and incompetent?Don't deserve to like him?Don't deserve to think about him?

Years of hard work and changes disappeared in an instant, and Mingminglou seemed to have suddenly changed back to Mingjing, still a weak person with no power to resist in the face of unknown circumstances.

is it?

Suspicion and agitation suddenly appeared in his expression, Mingminglou's eyes swept across the surrounding ground like electricity, a sneer appeared on his lips soon, and finally he took a heavy step and picked up an inconspicuous piece of debris from not far away. stone.

Turning over the stone in his palm, a colorless seal character inscribed suddenly appeared on the back.

In an instant, the gravel was shattered in Mingminglou's hands, and the sharp debris fell from between his fingers. Before he could let go of the last one, bright red blood dripped from the fresh wound to the ground.

Puppet One propped itself up on the ground.

Chuan Yue's forbidden magic circle was broken, and a large amount of spiritual energy quickly filled the small area.

"Huh..." Seeing this scene from the corner of his eye, the young man turned his head to look at Mingminglou thoughtfully: "I didn't expect you to be quite useful."

Mingminglou's thin lips were pursed suddenly, and the foggy eyes could not reveal a gleam of light, and he just stared at the young man without blinking.

The other party only focused on Mingminglou briefly, and soon ignored him, turning Chuan Yue over with his feet.During this period, Chuan Yu struggled with all his strength, but was completely ignored, especially the intact arm, which was randomly grabbed by the young man. With only a few crisp crackling sounds, Chuan Yu's limbs were all severed, and he was completely useless.

Like killing a pig, the young man held down Chuan Yu's broken arm, and aimed the knife at Chuan Yu's heart.

Chuan Yue stared at the young man above his head with bloodshot eyes, and said word by word: "I, Chuan Yue, will not let you go even if my soul is gone!"

The young man smiled slightly: "In addition to being scattered, there are many other ways to die."

The ordinary response immediately made Chuan Yu's expression even more terrifying, but the only thing Chuan Yu could do was panting, waiting for the sharp blade that would stab into his body in the next second.

It was also Chuan Yue's panting voice that was too loud, so that it seemed that the surroundings were too quiet, and the time was extremely frozen.

Just a second before the blade advanced, Mingminglou saw the side face of the young man, and his always calm expression finally changed.

Become eager, determined, and desperate!

when------! ! !

The golden ring on his finger suddenly became hot, and Mingminglou's ears trembled. Along with the long ringing of the giant clock, the sound of countless glass breaking at the same time also sounded chaotically.

Xianminglou's body and mind trembled violently, and he barely raised his eyes, only to see an even weirder scene than before.

Beside Chuan Yue, the young man's body suddenly burst into countless bloody flowers amidst the sound of shattering, as if some extremely violent energy erupted from the young man's body, directly splitting his flesh and veins.

The skin was rolled up, the previous gunshot wound was completely indistinguishable, and the young man became a blood man in an instant.

But Mingmingjing looked at the firm arm of the opponent, and knew that the young man hadn't given up on killing Chuan Yue, and even expected the accident. The young man forcefully supported his body. Only Chuan Yue screamed in the blood rain, and he couldn't tell whether it was shock Still happy.

Mingminglou looked at this abnormal scene not far away, his whole body was stiff and his heart was in a state of confusion. At this moment, the scorching sun above his head seemed to dim for a moment.

An extremely angry and extremely severe scolding suddenly sounded——

"stop!!"

Under the unresponsive gaze of Xianminglou, the always indifferent young man covered in blood raised his head as if he had become a little flustered.

When the sound started, it was far away, and when it fell, it was already close. It can be seen that the speed of the person coming was extremely fast, so the moment the young man raised his head, a palm with five fingers spread mercilessly pressed against the young man's face, directly The young man was pressed hard on the gravel on the ground, almost crushing the ground into powder.

"I said—stop!"

The sound was almost squeezed out between the teeth, accompanied by a slight clang, Mingminglou saw that the young man let go of the dagger in his hand and let it fall to the ground.

But at this time, the young man was already extremely docile, as if he had completed some extremely important task, he relaxed all over, and sighed to the person who suppressed him: "It's good to see you again."

After a few seconds of silence, the person behind was obviously suppressing his anger, and said to the unresisting young man: "After all, you are a prisoner at the level of the red cell. I underestimated you."

Hearing the other party's voice again, Xianminglou's body swayed suddenly, and slowly fell to his knees as if he lost his strength.

The blood in his whole body finally warmed up. Mingminglou closed his eyes for a moment, and looked at the person who rushed over—the figure and attire were still extremely familiar, but this time, the discordant feeling he felt from the young man in the black shirt before. But completely disappeared.

So that...is the real five hundred years.

After figuring this out, Mingminglou, which had been crushed by one incident after another, regained some clarity in an instant, and silently looked at the blood-stained youth on the ground.

What about this one?

Who is this person who speaks nonsense, has unusual methods, and is cruel and desperate? !

The desperate person really had only one breath left, and was so weak that he could hardly even speak, but Mingminglou could hear inexplicable grievances, and pretended to be five hundred years old: "Brother...I'm sorry...but I...I'm very happy... ..."

"Don't be too happy."

Wu Bainian, who was familiar with Mingminglou, interrupted the other party coldly. The fake Wu Bainian couldn't help coughing, but before continuing, Chuan Yu, who had a hole in his chest and was supposed to be dead, suddenly took a deep breath. Twisted, mouthed and mouthed now.

Fake Wu Bainian's originally obedient attitude changed instantly, and even his voice became extremely gloomy: "Did you... die?"

He immediately struggled to touch the dagger again, but a few golden lights flashed, and he couldn't move it even a hair's length away.

Wu Bainian said coldly: "You are not dead, so naturally he is not dead either."

Chuan Yue regained his consciousness a bit, and his hoarse voice was also full of puzzlement and confusion: "Why...you..."

No one answered him, and the two young men of the same stature looked at each other, seeming to be in some kind of stalemate.

In the end, it was the young man in black who showed weakness first: "You shouldn't have come so fast."

Wu Bainian said: "...you shouldn't have learned so quickly." After a pause, he was a little annoyed and irritated: "All you learn are superfluous things like human beings. I remember that I have taught you a lot, how do you do not remember?"

The young man on the ground lay quietly for a while, and finally, as if compromising, under the gaze of Mingminglou, his figure changed little by little, and finally became the figure of a child.

……It's him!

Ever since hearing the voice of brother, Mingminglou had already realized something, and seeing the series of thin gold rings appearing on the child's wrists and ankles, Mingminglou suddenly felt a new chill behind him—— If the number of golden rings represents the level of inmates in the youth prison or the difficulty of detention, then what kind of monster is this child in front of him?

And why did he become like five hundred years ago, that face... what happened to Zhao Qiqiu?

Little did he know that Zhao Qiqiu's heart was also broken at this time, thinking of the iron rule that he hadn't recited for a long time-never let down his vigilance against monsters.

Even Zhao Xiaoqiu, who was once ignorant, learned to disguise, hide, and other superfluous things at some point—such as avenging himself, his lethality suddenly reached the top.

Zhao Qiqiu had already found the door of the black box's house, but suddenly received a warning that the prisoner was about to relapse. After a little induction, the shock in his heart was suddenly extraordinary.Zhao Qiqiu would not be surprised if it was any other prisoner, but Zhao Xiaoqiu, he did not expect it at all.

If today is a little late, when Zhao Xiaoqiu kills Chuan Yue, under the iron bars of the prison rules, Zhao Xiaoqiu will be cut into flesh and his soul will die.

Also because it was Zhao Xiaoqiu, Zhao Qiqiu looked at the little face that was waiting to die, and countless thoughts were churning in his heart.

In any case, Zhao Qiqiu bent down, first picked up Zhao Xiaoqiu's wrist, and slid his fingertips across one of the gold rings at random, and in an instant, the bloody rag-like body of the young child returned to its original state.

Unexpectedly, one wave is not smooth, and another wave will rise again.

"Zhao...Qiqiu?"

A call from behind without ups and downs made Zhao Qiqiu's whole body stiff. After a while, Zhao Qiqiu put down Zhao Xiaoqiu's hand and turned around slowly.

Forget it, if you extend your head with a knife, you can also shrink your head with a knife.

When Zhao Qiqiu came, he saw Puppet No. [-], and naturally also saw Mingminglou with a bleak face, so he knew that Mingminglou had also suffered a lot before, but more importantly, Zhao Qiqiu noticed Zhao Xiaoqiu's face just now.

With that face just now, I can see some clues when I look in the mirror every day.That's not Wu Bainian's face, it's the face that belonged to the 28-year-old "Zhao Qiqiu" when he was spied on by the scavenger and before his death in his previous life.

In this life, he was an adult when his soul left his body, but the Xianminglou he met was still a child.

Convenience is indeed very convenient, but on the other hand, some embarrassing scenes like today are inevitable.

... In particular, Zhao Xiaoqiu has learned so much from human society, but he just hasn't learned what is called a "white lie".

Zhao Qiqiu brushed his hand across the face, it was just a slight gust of wind, but a storm was set off in the gaze of Minglou opposite.

After a long time, Mingminglou said hoarsely and mockingly: "I don't believe it."

Zhao Qiqiu moved his lips, didn't explain, and didn't intend to apologize, because he didn't really feel sorry for the other party in his heart, but Mingminglou's expression at this time was really incomprehensible, as if he had suffered a very big blow, which made him suddenly feel a little embarrassed. Could not bear.

Unexpectedly, with a gloomy fire burning in the eyes of Mingminglou, he walked towards him step by step.

"Maybe you are not him, maybe this is just a trap...I want to see..."

Mingminglou looked like he was in a daze, Zhao Qiqiu couldn't help taking a step back even though he was worried, and his voice hesitated: "What do you want to see?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qiqiu's wrist suddenly tightened, and his arm was raised high, causing him to frown.

"you……"

Immediately, he felt a gust of cool wind in his abdomen, and Zhao Qiqiu was stunned for a moment——Xingminglou is fine, why lift his clothes? !

But Mingminglou whispered strangely in his ears: "It turns out that this is really...the place where you were injured."