"Oh? Since the beginning, the palace master seemed to be very worried about your disciple and the prince. ≧How are these two people? I wonder if I can tell me?"

At some point, Zhuge Wei and I had already come directly to Tao Zhaide. The eyes stared at Tao Zhaide without showing any weakness, with a sneer on the corner of my mouth.

Tao Zhaide was stunned, and involuntarily shook his head and said, "No! No... nothing is wrong!"

"Not ~~~~~~~~?"

Zhuge Weiwo dragged his long voice, and the cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth still solidified—

"Since it's okay, please don't worry too much~~~! Speaking of which, I really have a premonition. We should not be able to find the disciple of the Palace Master in a short while, right? The disciples of Guanghan Palace are extremely powerful, so naturally there is nothing to worry about. Just...hehe..."

He took another step forward, directly pressing against Taozhaide, his eyes emitting light without showing any weakness—

"I hope that at that time, there will be no terrible things on your eldest disciple. I also hope that the prince...hehehe, I hope that the body will not be broken too hard and too difficult to identify at that time, right?"

Tao Zhaide's eyes widened: "You!"

But the next moment, Zhuge Wei, I had turned around, walked under the eaves, and shouted loudly with my back to everyone-

"Okay! The Palace Master and General Ding have been running around for days, and I guess they are very tired. I thought that we will participate in the third competition tomorrow, so the Palace Master and General Ding should go back and rest for a while, okay? After tomorrow's competition is over, I will send a large amount of manpower to search, and it will definitely not take long to find those two people. But..."

Humph, accompanied by the heavy rain falling from the sky—

"It's just a pity that the prince's prince doesn't seem to be able to catch up with tomorrow's third test, right? Hahaha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Accompanied by this extremely proud laugh, Zhuge Wei-I left, leaving only helpless Ding Dangxiang... and Tao Zhaide with his fists clenched. He was still standing under the heavy rain...

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In the dark stone room, Murong Minglan's eyes were extremely firm.

His breathing also seemed to be very heavy, and every breath seemed to blow his chest and hollow it out.

His fists were clenched slowly, and his whole body was tense straight and he was fully alert.

Now he is like a hunter... a hunter who has aimed at his prey and is about to pounce on it, tearing his prey to pieces. He has a full meal and uses his blood and muscles to fill his stomach sac called "Hate"!

Slap...Click~~~

The sound of flints sounded, and the originally dark stone room suddenly became light.

The prince appeared in the corner of the wall with a piece of candle. Perhaps the light seemed too dim. When he turned around with the candle, he could not see the expression on Murong Minglan's face at all. After roughly confirming the disciple of Guanghan Palace, he held the candle in his hand and kept wandering in the stone room.

"It seems there is no door here? Then how did we come in? There must be a door somewhere here, Mr. Murong. Let's look for it quickly."

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"Damn... can't find the exit? Damn! Who locked us here? We've been here for a few days? I'm so hungry... What should I do? Will we starve to death here directly?"

“……………………”

"Mr. Murong, will your master come to save us? I have heard of Guanghan Palace. Your master is really strong! Such a big piano, he almost showed up as soon as he lifted it. It's really surprising."

“……………………”

"It's so disgusting. If I know who locked us up, I must report to His Majesty Houtu after I go out. I will arrest all the thieves and execute them! Humph! What a brave man."

“……………………”

"Mr. Murong, why don't you speak? Why are you..."

The prince turned his head. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Murong Minglan, who had always stood in the distance and was not close to him, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Then……

He finally saw the murderous and hatred look on the child's face. The next second...

His throat was directly stuck by these hands, and he hit the wall next to him hard!

With a loud bang, the entire stone chamber seemed to start trembling!

The prince without mental power is just a mortal. How could he withstand a murderous immortal? But in this moment, he vomited blood, his muscles all over his body were soft, and his whole body was twitching due to severe pain, and he couldn't even move for a while.

"It seems like you're too cheap to kill you."

As soon as his fingers were loosened, the prince's body rolled onto the ground weakly, and the candle in his hand fell to the ground. He gasped and his coughing sounded even very hoarse.

Murong Minglan's face turned ashen. He bent down and slowly picked up the candle. After that, the mind power in his body rose, and the small light of the candle immediately rose, completely illuminating the entire stone chamber.

Then, Murong Minglan sat on a chair beside the stone chamber, staring at the prince struggling on the ground. Her eyes were no longer the look of a living person, but more like a dead object, looking at a very despised and lifeless thing.

After a long time, the prince finally recovered. He stood up with difficulty while holding the wall. Every step he took would cause pain all over his body. Obviously, his spine had broken and it was impossible for him to go far.

Murong Minglan continued to look at him coldly, and said coldly while looking at him with pain on his face—

"I suddenly realized that it's very troublesome to not be an immortal. Because the power difference between me and you is too great. If I torture you a little, you may be killed by me. It's quite troublesome to torture you for a long time."

The prince could not walk anymore, leaned against the wall and sat slowly on the ground. He covered his chest and said hoarsely, "Why...? Guanghan Palace... Why...?"

"It has nothing to do with my master."

Murong Minglan stood up and walked directly to the prince. The prince wanted to escape, but where could he escape? Murong Minglan raised her foot and kicked him at his left foot very easily. With only a sound of Kara, one of the prince's legs was broken immediately, and he also let out a miserable cry.

"Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable? Is it full of hatred in my heart? Do you think I am scary? It's cruel? Do you think you are innocent?"

The child squatted in front of the prince, and his eyes were no longer as innocent and serious as before. Instead, there was a trace of...it made people feel a little scary...cold-blooded.

"But what are these pains, hatred, and helplessness compared to me? What are the pains in you compared to me?"

He stretched out his hand, gently grabbed the prince's broken leg, and grabbed it with a little force! The pain caused by the broken bones piercing the muscles and nerves made the prince scream again.

"I won't kill you so simply. I have endured so much crying, and I want to learn more advanced immortal techniques day and night, and I work hard every day, for this moment! I have endured so much, what are the small pains you have suffered now?"

The prince screamed, and finally Murong Minglan's hand finally let go. He gasped heavily, and the sweat on his forehead fell like rain. Tears were flowing out of the prince's eyes. He covered his legs and after a choking...

"You...you are...murong...murong? I...get it...it turns out...the Murong family...is not dead..."

"Ha, are you disappointed?"

Murong Minglan grabbed the prince's hand directly, pressed his hand on his fingernails, and gently lifted it up, and a piece of nails was directly turned up, radiating blood.

"Do you think that the Murong family, which has been killed all, has been completely destroyed, will have a dead leftover person to stay. Do you think it's incredible? Very disappointed? Very regretful?"
Chapter completed!