"Ah..." Qibao, who was lying in the corner and sleeping soundly, was thrown out of the dungeon by Mo Junxie with a snap of his fingers, and was pressed heavily against the wall of the dungeon.

Then slide down to the ground in a straight line.

After hearing such miserable cries, several guards quickly opened the iron door of the dungeon and walked back and forth outside the small dungeon where Ye Zhikuang lived.

He stared intensely at Ye Zhikuang, who was lying on the wooden bed.

When they looked at Ye Zhikuang, they could see Mo Junxie holding her.

The guards all thought that Ye Zhikuang was having a nightmare and screamed in surprise.

Several guards looked at each other.

After chatting for a while: "What the hell is that good-for-nothing doing? He's so dishonest even after sleeping."

"Oh, you're dying, why don't you let her scream?"

"It's a pity to say that he looks pretty good, but his heart is too vicious."

"Brother, you don't know that the most poisonous woman's heart is..."

Several people walked out of this group of dungeons with just a few words.

Ye Zhikuang slowly opened his eyes, his black eyes flashing with a cold light.

The hand on her waist held her tightly.

The sound of his breathing came to my ears: "I'll find you something to eat."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt empty beside her.

She held his big palm with her backhand and looked up at the man who had already stood up: "No need."

"Don't want to let me go." His eyes fell on the little hand she held tightly. Her hand was so white and tender that you could clearly see the blue blood vessels on the back of her hand.

Those long and thin fingers just grabbed him tightly.

It was like grabbing a life-saving straw, so tight.

After he finished speaking, Ye Zhikuang let go of him in an instant, and then lay back to his original position.

Mo Junxie's whole body covered her, and his long fingers scratched her fair face: "Don't worry, it will be done soon."

With a few words, Mo Junxie stood up.

The solid white figure, shrouded in white light, penetrated the wall.

It disappeared before her eyes in the blink of an eye.

She closed her eyes and waited peacefully for him to come back.

When Dandan got tired of playing, he jumped into her arms.

Ye Zhikuang slept with it in his arms.

When Mo Junxie came back, she had already fallen asleep.

He sat next to her, lowered his eyes, and looked at her.

Her curved eyebrows were frowning when she was sleeping, and her breathing seemed rapid and unsteady.

He reached out and put her head on his arm.

But it woke her up.

But she just squinted her eyes, and when she saw that the person coming was him, she quickly closed her eyes again.

Seeing this, Mo Junxie raised the corners of his lips slightly. It felt good to be trusted by others.

He rested his head gently on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, but gradually felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

So he set up a barrier first, and fell asleep contentedly in her little arms...

*

At midnight.

The dank dungeon is lit only by a few torches.

The next oil lamp hanging on the side can only be seen after a long interval.

The lights flickered, like a will-o'-the-wisp in the mountains, and the dark background made it feel eerie.

Ye Zhikuang walked with Mo Junxie, his steps light and fast.

Qibao was trembling on Ye Zhikuang's shoulder.

However, Eggy was in Ye Zhikuang's arms, and from time to time it would spit out flames, illuminating the road ahead.

"This dungeon is so big. It seems like we have been walking for half an hour. It doesn't feel like a dungeon, but more like an ancient tomb."
Chapter completed!