The promised lockup was actually to lock Mo Jiu in his bedroom, not a prison.

This is obviously not because Han Qingyan and the others are kind, but because they do not have the prison. Even if Han Qingyan is planning, he dare not blindly imprison the emperor.

That doesn't mean that the word "rebellion" is written on your face? Even if Mo Jiu is an absolute tyrant, it is not ruled out that someone is still loyal to him, just like Ye Rumeng.

"Say, where did you lock Kobayashi up?"

As soon as he pushed open the door of the bedroom, Pei Feng, who had been holding Mo Jiu, was no longer ruthless and pushed him in. Mo Jiu staggered forward a few steps, but he still fell to the ground and rolled half a circle on the ground, spreading out with his long hair.

He was lying on the ground with his limbs, suddenly turned around and stared at Pei Feng coldly. The slightly accelerated breathing revealed that his mood must be very angry at this moment, but his face was calm and his emotions were not revealed.

"I have said that I have no impression of the person you are talking about." Mo Jiu said coldly and slowly stood up from the ground.

Han Qingyan nodded slightly: "He did not lie."

Mo Jiu glanced at her.

Pei Feng's words were a little anxious: "Where is Xiaolin now?"

"Don't panic, I can guarantee that he will still be alive now." Han Qingyan closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and his five fingers flexibly and cleverly pose in various shapes.

Seeing this, Pei Feng fell silent and did not bother her.

"What is she doing?" Mo Jiu said in confusion.

Pei Feng opened his mouth and scolded: "Shut up!"

Mo Jiu's face darkened, but when he thought of his current situation, he still shut up.

After a while, Han Qingyan opened her eyes: "He should be locked in prison now."

"What are you waiting for? Go and save Xiaolin quickly!" Pei Feng said anxiously.

"Then your Majesty needs to lead the way for us." Han Qingyan looked at Mo Jiu, and the meaning of the words was self-evident.

If you want to go to the dungeon without any obstacles, you can only rely on Mo Jiu.

Pei Feng was about to say something, but Mo Jiu suddenly said, "Okay, I will lead the way for you."

Han Qingyan smiled: "Your Majesty can bend and stretch."

Mojiu remained silent.

When I get to the prison, I will make you die without a place to bury!

Han Qingyan stared at Mo Jiu and suddenly said, "Does Your Majesty plan to find a way to capture us after you arrive in prison?"

Mo Jiu's calm pupils suddenly trembled.

Can she know what he is thinking?

"This is not a mind-reading technique. I just learned a little about His Majesty and knew that His Majesty could not surrender like this." Han Qingyan smiled faintly. Although she also called herself a 'member', she was obviously sarcastic.

As she said, she slowly walked towards Mo Jiu and came to him.

Facing Han Qingyan who was so close to her, Mo Jiu still remained calm: "Why, are you planning to kill me?"

"Your Majesty still needs it now, not for the time being, but..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qingyan suddenly took action, and his movements were so fast that Mo Jiu didn't react at all. His lips were pried open and a round thing was stuffed into it. His throat was suddenly a little bit, and he couldn't even spit it out, so he swallowed it.

"Um..." Mo Jiu raised his hand to cover his neck with some pain, and said angrily, "What did you feed me?!"

Han Qingyan chuckled and said, "A small poison pill, this is to make His Majesty obedient."

"So, Your Majesty is better not to think about catching it or throwing us away. If there is no antidote from me, in just twelve hours, Your Majesty will enjoy the taste of life worse than death."

Mo Jiu's face changed a little, and at the end he said hoarsely: "This is the method of Military Advisor Han, I have learned it..."

"What nonsense, go away!" Pei Feng said in a deep voice. She no longer wanted to waste any more time here.

Mo Jiu had no chance of resistance, so he had to take Han Qingyan, Pei Feng and the others to the prison.

"His Majesty!"

When the two guards guarding the prison gate saw Mo Jiu, they were shocked first, and then they knelt on one knee.

Mo Jiu didn't have an explanation, but just said lightly: "Open."

The guard quickly opened the door, not daring to hesitate at all.

They heard the reputation of the tyrant, but how dare they ask Mo Jiu what he was going to do? Just follow the orders honestly.

Mo Jiu stepped forward and was stepping through the iron gate of the prison. Han Qingyan accelerated his pace, walked with him, and stepped in at the same time.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of the reason why she did this.

She was worried that he would just close the iron door after going in first.

But he has been fed a poison pill, so what can he do if he gets rid of them?

Mo Jiu couldn't help but sneer: "Mr. Han is really cautious."

Han Qingyan responded with a faint smile.

The three of them walked in the dim prison, passing by more than a dozen dungeons, and there was a woman who was detained alone, with a beautiful face, but her face was too pale, ragged clothes, and messy hair. Many people's spirits were a little abnormal under long-term detention.

Seeing this, Pei Feng and Han Qingyan frowned, their faces slightly dark, and they felt the tyrant's desolation, lust and cruelty at close range.

Mo Jiu looked plain, and regarded these people's lives as if they were grass on the roadside.

Finally, after passing several dungeons, Pei Feng and Han Qingyan stopped in front of a dungeon at the same time, and saw a thin figure curled up in the corner, her cheeks hidden under her messy hair were so fragile, as if they would break with a slight touch.

Mojiu's eyes moved slightly.

He also felt a wave of luck unique to this person, even much richer than Pei Feng's body.

The daughter of luck?

No, they say he is a man, could he be the son of luck in this world?

No wonder they wanted to kill him and provoke the son of luck in this world. Who can survive?!

"Kobayashi!"

Under Pei Feng's call, the man's body trembled suddenly, and then slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face, and the pupils in his dim eyes were constantly trembling, as if incredible.

"Pei Feng..." he nipped hoarsely, as weak as a dying cat.

Han Qingyan's tone also became a little cold for the first time: "Where is the key?"

Bang!

After hearing a loud noise, Pei Feng directly removed the prison door, rushed in, and hugged the boy tightly in his arms.

"It's really you... it's really..."

Hearing the boy's words in his heart, even Pei Feng, the iron-blooded war god, had a hint of sourness in his eyes, and he gently coaxed: "I'm late, it's okay, it's all right."

Under her comfort, the boy who had been frightened and restless for a long time finally relaxed and fell asleep peacefully in Pei Feng's arms.

Mo Jiu looked at this scene quietly: "He was dressed as a man and was caught by the people I sent."

This is a simple explanation. He wants to minimize Pei Feng's murderous intent on him.

But I saw Pei Feng carefully lifting up a corner of the boy's clothes, revealing the purple skin below it.

His breathing suddenly stopped at this moment.
Chapter completed!