Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

"Weichen has sent him back to No. [-] Prison." Meng Yi replied respectfully.

"Take me there. I have something to ask him."

"Yes!" Meng Yi agreed, and he obediently led the way.

After leaving the execution room, he turned another corner and came to the deepest part of the cell.

Opening an extremely thick iron door, a faint smell of blood floated out. [

Feng Lingyan's heart skipped a beat, he tightened the cloak on his body, and walked into the iron gate.

The four stone walls in the prison are narrow and extremely dark>

The sun was fierce outside, but there was not even a little light coming in here.

The cold air is overwhelming.

Some hay was spread in the corner, and Gong Yanmo was sitting on the hay with the set of refined iron shackles on his body.

He was still wearing the white shirt, which was spotted with dark brown blood stains.

The four nails on the wrist are still firmly nailed there, and the wound has already festered...

He sat there with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Hearing the three of them coming in, he didn't open his eyes at all.

Obviously in such a mess, with chains and shackles added to his body, not only is he not half-destroyed like a prisoner, but he is a little bit elegant. >

Except for his pale face, he is still elegant and handsome, which makes people's heartbeat.

"Hey! Those surnamed Gong, are you still being rude when you see the prince?!"

The leader of the jailer tried his best to curry favor with Feng Lingyan, the fake prince, and shouted loudly.

Feng Lingyan swept his eyes away, and said coldly: "Is there room for you to speak here?"

Her voice was light, but she had a royal majesty.