Lord, are you looking for a smoke?

In the dark basement, a warm wind suddenly blows in, and the fresh fragrance like peach blossoms lingers all over Ao Zihang's body; strange voice, strange fragrance, strange environment, who could this person be?And why do you want to save him?

Ao Zihang tried his best to open his eyes, a pair of enchanting and bright eyes met his dark eyes like a deep pool.

Ao Zihang realized: "Aren't you... Qima?" He finally saw clearly.

"So you can tell?" She took her hand away from his arm and smiled: "That's right! You are the Dragon King of West Lake, how can you not recognize me if I am Qima!"

"Then who are you? Who sent you?" Ao Zihang asked.

"Here, you don't need to ask too much! Anyway, I'm here to save you from here!" She aligned her hands together, and silently chanted a spell, and a red light radiated from her eyes, smashing the chains on his body into pieces. Broken into pieces, scattered and falling down.

She flicked her sleeves lightly, causing the iron chains that were about to fall to be suspended in the air, and then she quickly jumped in front of her, helped him stabilize, and they walked off the torture platform together.

The suspended chains returned to their original state, and a person with the same appearance as Ao Zihang appeared, with his head lowered, locked on the rack.

Ao Zihang frowned, wondering: "Are you a goblin? What's the purpose of saving me?"

"Do you want to kill the Dark Lord and avenge your father?" Luo Li put his lips next to his ear: "You also know that the current national teacher of Xuanyu Kingdom is the Dark Lord, and he killed your father." Father, you killed Aunt Yu and harmed the common people, don't you want to avenge your father and save the common people?"

Ao Zihang frowned, and forced out a sentence from his mouth: "You know everything... Are you trying to kill him with my hands?"

Luo Li smiled: "Not all! I want to ally with you and get rid of the Dark Lord!"

"Don't think too much about it!... I won't be used stupidly!" He snorted coldly.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time! Go or not, it's up to you!" Luoli's eyes shone with a bewitching light.

"I'll go with you!" Ao Zihang thought for a while, if Xiaolian couldn't be rescued if he waited to die here, wouldn't his insistence be meaningless?Then he might as well escape from here first, before it's too late to make a plan?

Luoli crossed his hands, and on the wall of the basement, he created the same path as outside Jingyuan Mansion, took Ao Zihang's hand, and flew outside.

……

An autumn rain, a desolation.

The bleak autumn wind whizzes out a long tune in the dense rain curtain; the dripping raindrops interweave into silk curtains in the air, blurring everything into blurred colors.

The sudden cold rain made Chia at a loss, she stood up and was about to run to the eaves to shelter from the rain; who knows that wicked woman, she is the maid in charge of the mansion: Auntie Fat, she grabbed her arm and forced her Pushed into the rain, forced her to work, made her wash a big tub of dirty laundry.

The icy cold rain dripped down her cheeks and dripped into her warm arms, making her shiver uncontrollably; the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and she was soaked all over, but she had to push the clothes with both hands and scrub them on the washing board with.

These days, she hasn't had a full meal and is doing the dirtiest and tiring work in the backyard of the mansion.Even so, the fat aunt was still not satisfied and let her live in the stable at night. Fortunately, there was straw in the shed, so she could sleep on it to keep warm.

Her chapped lips were brushed by the rain, turning purple from the cold, and the bitter wind pierced her flesh like ice knives. She raised her hand to wipe off the thin sweat mixed with the rain on her forehead, and then scrubbed the wooden basin with great effort. in the clothing.

The rain above her head suddenly stopped, "Has the rain stopped?" With a lucky smile on her face, she raised her head in doubt, only to see a turquoise umbrella and his dark blue eyes were covered by her head.

Chia Ya lowered her head and continued to scrub and wash the dirty clothes, sighing silently in her heart.

"What? Are you unhappy to see this king?" Cheng Yuanjin raised his eyebrows and said displeased.

Qian Ya rubbed the dirty clothes in the wooden basin by herself, and didn't look up at him: "You are the prince, who dares to see you, isn't it happy?"

"Boom!"

Cheng Yuanjin kicked the wooden basin over, and the dirty water in the basin splashed all over Chia Ya: "How dare you mock me?"

Chia Ya stood up angrily, and looked at him: "Don't think that you are a prince, no one would dare to violate your wishes!"

Cheng Yuanjin pushed away the servant holding the umbrella for him, squeezed her sharp chin with one hand, and stretched out the other ape arm to hug her tightly: "Who do you think you are? Confronting this king like this? I'm really impatient!"

"My lord, calm down!" The servants knelt down on the ground with fear on their faces.

And Qianya struggled in his arms: "Get your dirty hands away, my aunt has endured enough of your oppression these days!" Seeing that she couldn't struggle into his arms, she grabbed Cheng Yuanjin's arm and slammed her Take a bite.

"Ah!~ You bitch!"

Cheng Yuanjin yelled in pain, waved his hand on Qian Ya's pale face, Qian Ya fell into the pool of water, her face was burning with pain, and the cold numbness was replaced.

The corners of her lips overflowed with slender blood, which was washed away by the fine rainwater, and she sneered: "Dead? What a bird! Tell you... Grandma, I have died once before, you can kill me... In this way, everyone Have fun!"

She is not impulsive, nor is she looking for reasons to escape for herself; since she traveled to Xuanyu Kingdom because of the tide, then she shouldn't belong here, so what is death to her?

"My lord, why would you be willing to let you die?" Cheng Yuanjin pulled the corners of his lips stiffly: "Come here! Give me a hundred sticks here, and let her know the rules in Jingyuan Mansion!" He put his hands together Behind her, the eyes are like a knife.

"Yes, my lord!" The servant behind him responded and withdrew.

"Thank you, my lord!" Qian Ya got up from the ground and stared back.

"What a bitch who doesn't know how to live or die!" Cheng Yuanjin's blue eyes shone coldly, aggressively.

After a while, two sturdy servants held Chia's arms.

Qian Ya looked at Cheng Yuanjin with a sneer, with a look of death; and Cheng Yuanjin's heart trembled: that bitch would make him feel pity?Was he blinded by her anger?

He dragged her to the gate of Prince Jingyuan's mansion, pushed her to the ground forcefully, picked up the brown wooden stick, and swung it at her.

"Crack! ~Crack!~"

The sound of alternating sticks hitting Chia Ya's ears was buzzing, but she clenched her teeth, enduring the pain like a knife, hiding the pain in her heart, and groaning.The cold rain was pouring down on her petite body, she was shaking all over, but she still tenaciously endured the pain.She felt that all the strength in her body was slowly dissipating in the dense rain. While being hit by the wooden stick and her body undulating slightly, she forced the corners of her lips and closed her eyes in a 'sleepy' manner.

"Stop... stop it for me!"

A man's strong voice sounded, and the alternating staff beating stopped suddenly.