The Thief Concubine 【End】

dim space.

The weak candle flames flickered outside, and wooden railings were erected tightly around it. The air was filled with a rotten and damp smell, which pierced the nose and made people sick.

In the depths of the dungeon, there was an endless stream of screams and cries.

The difference is that this time, it is a female voice.

Compared with the roar of the man outside the dungeon, it seemed so weak and helpless.

The bottom prison.

Five or six burly guards each grabbed a woman and tore her up and down.

That set of exquisite and gorgeous palace clothes turned into rags in their hands, and it couldn't cover the beauty's delicate and charming body.

The beauties were crying and struggling with pale faces.The man in prison uniform was unmoved.

Despair flashed, and the women had lost hope.

The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the princess of the subjugated country was captured as a prisoner of the enemy country. What else could they hope for.

The jailer laughed wantonly, unaware that in the dark corner of the prison, the teenage girl who was knocked out by them because of her age was undergoing a sudden change.

Fighting souls, hidden and fantasy.

The girl's clothes were disheveled, broken and messy. I don't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, but the face that originally had an alluring appearance was real. The weak and pale face couldn't see the original alluring appearance. Slowly seeping blood.

A lewd smile burst out, even the person who broke in suddenly didn't notice.

"I really didn't expect that the people under my command would have such courage. Hehe, that's really good..."

The magnetic and warm soft words crashed into the eardrums and pierced into the heart in vain.

The entire space seemed to shake. The jailers who were about to fight for [-] rounds trembled, their expressions suddenly changed, and they were about to push the woman away in a hurry.

This, this, this... this voice is not...

The jailer looked terrified and turned his head with a stiff neck.

I saw a handsome man slowly walking out of the corner of the prison.He was fixed outside the prison, his slender figure set off by his white clothes, just blocking the flickering candlelight.

Mo's hair hangs casually behind his shoulders, and his deep and misty eyes are staring at the man's body with a half-smile.

Wherever his faint eyes swept over, there was a slight tremor.

Behind him was a group of guards in yellow clothes, but the leader was a man in black with a cold face.

Without any expression, it seems that he was only born for the master.

Several people turned pale and made a plop.

My feet are weak.

"My lord, my lord, my lord—"