"You, you bitch, dare you cut my face!" Ning Chunan covered her broken cheeks, her voice changed a little, "I am Luo Yufei's son. Could you forget that you were a member of the Luo family too!?"

Luo took a step forward and lifted him up directly. In front of the qi-sensing person, the fourth prince had no room for resistance. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not let the other party's hand loose.

"I'll go outside to solve this matter, and it will be over soon and will not delay the retreat plan." Luo gently looked at the two behind him.

Xia Fan gave the encouraging look, "Go."

"Thank you." She whispered as she passed by Xia Fan.

Opposite the aisle was an empty prison cell. Luo gently threw Ning Chunan to the ground and then summoned the Dragon Scale Blade.

"You, what do you want to do? Luo Qingqing! I am the Prince of Qiguo!"

Ning He had ever been treated like this. His cracked cheeks were like tens of millions of needles. Every time he opened his mouth, it was unbearable to have pain. The continuous gushing blood covered his palms, and the sticky touch made him feel nauseous.

"Does it hurt?" She walked to the fourth prince, "...this sword was swung for the maid."

"Ship, maid?" Ning Chunan thought for a while before remembering that night, he seemed to press the maid's cheek with a dagger and forced Luo to submit gently. "What a joke! She is just a slave. You actually compare her with me? Even if I crush her to death, what if you kill me? You just attacked me because of this kind of thing!? Cough uh."

Before he could finish his words, his chest felt cold.

Ning Chunan lowered his head in disbelief.

A golden sword blade poked out from his chest, and at the same time, a tingling pain that was ten times more severe than on his face spread from behind.

"This sword is for Luo Changtian."

Luo said word by word.

The fourth prince felt that his back seemed to be torn apart. He couldn't help but open his mouth and scream, but what he shouted was not a scream, but a ball of blood.

This sword penetrated his chest and lungs.

Ning Chunan was frightened to find that he had even difficulty breathing.

Every time I open my mouth, it feels like I am cutting myself with a knife, but the air I sucked in is minimal.

"Cough, cough... I don't know anything about Luo Changtian..." He was unable to support his body anymore, and lay down on the ground in a rolling manner. "Cough... I didn't think of robbing you on the road... That's my mother... cough... "

"But this matter arises because of you, you should pay the price."

Luo raised his head gently, and behind Ning Chunan, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Luo Changtian stood a few steps away.

He was not wearing a priest uniform, but the blue feathered robe of the Luo family, and the smile on his face was gentle and quiet. There was no trace of a knife wound on his chest.

Is that right? It turns out that you have been waiting for this scene. Luo gently lets the dragon scales return to his palm, so please see the end.

"Cough... don't, don't come over..." Ning Chunan struggled to retreat. He had an absurd and terrible thought in his mind, that was, the other party really wanted to kill him. Neither the emperor's bloodline nor the prince's identity could stop the crazy woman in front of him!

When he was born, he was told that he was a noble person and was different from other sentient beings. Until now, he also knew that countless people hated him, but so what? Rebellion, offending, and disrespectful, no matter which one could make life worse than death, or even implicate the nine tribes. Under such a general situation, no one dared to touch him at all. No matter what extraordinary thing he did, as long as he did not involve the seat of the Supreme Hall, he could be forgiven.

The eldest brother and the second brother might be happy to see this.

When Ning Chunan realized that the people he relied on no longer existed in front of this person, huge fear squeezed his heart. For the first time, he said the words of begging for mercy that only the inferior person would have been talking about, "Please... cough cough... let me live..."

However, the Fourth Prince soon couldn't even make such a sound.

The dragon scales turned into a golden light, rubbed through his neck, and divided it into two against his cervical spine, leaving only half of the skin and flesh still connected together.

The blood suddenly spurted high, and a red fog spring formed above the incision.

"This sword is for Luo Tang."

Luo Tang's figure also appeared beside Luo Changtian. She looked at Luo Qingqing with gentle eyes and stroked a paper crane that was parked on her shoulder with her right hand.

At this time, Ning Chunan had already vented more air and had less air intake.

The large amount of blood loss blurred his consciousness. No matter how he opened his mouth, he could only make a turbid "drinking" sound in his throat. Judging from the shape of his mouth, what he wanted to say seemed to be "free life" and "I don't want to die."

Luo gently held the dragon scales with both hands and raised them high

"The last sword is for justice and order that you trampled on!"

She leaned over and stabbed, and the sharp blade easily penetrated the fourth prince's chest, nailing him to the ground.

After a violent tremor, Ning Chunan's body finally stopped moving.

Luo stood up gently and looked at the two people opposite him. Luo Tang and Luo Changtian looked at each other and turned around and walked towards the distance. Their figure became increasingly faint, as if they were about to dissipate.

"That's it...it's over."

Luo closed his eyes gently and whispered.

However, when she breathed a long breath and opened her eyes again, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Opposite was the location where the cell was stone wall, a white door stood quietly.

Compared with the uneven walls around it, it is pure white all over and smooth and smooth on the surface. It should be extremely abrupt when the two are put together. But Luo Qingqing couldn't feel the strangeness, as if the door itself was part of the room.

She took two steps forward and tried to reach out to touch the door.

But the moment her finger touched the door, the door disappeared without a trace, and the wall returned to its original appearance, as if what she saw just now was an illusion.

Only that cold and hard touch still remains on the fingertips.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the prison.

Xia Fan threatened him slightly and asked the prison chief to present the key.

He walked to Olina, shook the keychain in his hand, and the crisp collision sound made the other party slowly raise his head.

The injuries on her body were much worse than Yan Qing. There was almost no intact skin below her neck. Bruises, whip marks and marks were left everywhere on her exposed arms, legs and feet. Many places were already inflamed and thick, and blisters were bulging. Her prison clothes were also torn and ragged, and the cracks were consolidated with blood scabs and could not be torn off. Even her silver threads lost the luster of the past.

Obviously, in order to ask about the news, the Privy Council has interrogated her a lot recently.

"So it's you, the despicable Central Plains man." After identifying who the person in front of him was, Olina was weak, "Why, are you here for interrogation today? What I can say is clearly already..."

"I'll just ask one question." Xia Fan went straight to the point, "Do you want to leave here?"
Chapter completed!