Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 136 Hero

Chapter 136 Hero
Wang Ping didn't even look at Manager Lin, who was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, and walked straight towards the cell.

"Clang!"

He drew his knife and chopped at the iron lock of the cell. He reached out and grabbed the chain, threw it on the ground, and then walked in.

After entering the cell, he looked up at the little girl huddled beside Jiang Liuer, frowned slightly, and walked over with the knife in hand.

Seeing the sharp blade raised, Hong Zhao closed his eyes in fear and huddled into a ball.

"If you kill her, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide immediately!"

But soon, Jiang Liuer's cold voice rang in his ears.

Jiang Liuer stared at Wang Ping in front of her, her whole body trembling slightly and her eyes full of coldness.

She recognized this man; he was the culprit who had abducted her into this prison!
Just one punch made her lose her fighting power at her prime.

Jiang Liu'er couldn't even block a punch from Wang Ping when she was in her prime. Now that her body was tied up, her blood was depleted and she couldn't exert any strength at all. How could she deal with Wang Ping?
But seeing that Hong Zhao was about to die at the hands of Wang Ping, she could no longer sit still.

Jiang Liuer is gambling.

She had no idea why this tall warrior in front of her, or the people behind him, had kidnapped her and brought her here.

But your life should be valuable to the other party!

After Jiang Liu'er said this, she stared at Wang Ping, as if she would bite off the root of her tongue immediately if Wang Ping struck her with the knife.

If the bet went wrong, then both she and Hong Zhao would die, and it wouldn't make any difference.

But luckily...she made the right bet!
After hearing her words, Wang Ping showed displeasure on his face.

But he still turned the blade to the back and slashed at Hong Zhao's neck.

The little girl's eyes rolled back and her body fell forward limply.

Wang Ping walked up to her, hooked his toes around her slender waist, and casually kicked her aside. She landed on the haystack in the cell with a dull sound.

Then he walked towards Jiang Liuer, raised the knife and swung it at the chains that bound her hands and feet.

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

After a few sharp and creepy sounds of metal clashing, the hard iron chain was cut off.

Wang Ping stretched out his left hand, grabbed the iron hooks on both sides of Jiang Liuer's shoulders, and pulled them out...

Jiang Liu'er's face turned pale with pain immediately. She bit her lower lip and groaned in pain. Her lips were broken by biting so hard that the skin was broken. She could only feel a sweet and fishy smell of rust spreading in her mouth.

The wound was torn open again, and blood gushed out, sticking the clothes to the body.

Pain, hunger, thirst, blood loss...

She only felt her body getting colder and colder, and the things she saw in front of her eyes became dizzy, and finally her consciousness became blurred, and she fell forward.

……

I don’t know how long it took.

When Hong Zhao woke up from her coma, she felt as if her whole body was falling apart. Her waist was in such a searing pain that she almost curled up and couldn't straighten up for a long time.

But she still forced herself to get up from the haystack, looked up at the place where Jiang Liuer was imprisoned, but found that the person had disappeared.

Broken chains and fresh blood that had not yet dried were scattered on the ground.

"elder sister……"

Hong Zhao suddenly panicked.

She wanted to get down from the haystack, but in her haste she stumbled and fell to the ground, and it took her a long time to get up, holding her waist.

When she stood up, she looked around the cell blankly.

She was the only one in the cell; Jiang Liuer and the tall man were nowhere to be seen.

The cell door was open and swinging slightly, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Hong Zhao's lifeless gaze gradually fell on the half-open prison door following the sound.

There was light in her eyes.

"Can I...get out of here?"

Hong Zhao never thought that the freedom she had longed for was so close to her.

It seems like I can touch it if I just stretch out my hand.

She felt that all this was so unreal that she didn't dare to have such a beautiful dream even at night.

She even thought that if she ran away now, she would be caught the next moment, severely taught a lesson, and thrown back into the cell like a piece of rag.

She...didn't dare to go out.

Hong Zhao sat back in the haystack in a daze.

If everyone has a home, then this small pile of hay with a rotten smell is her home.

It is the only place that can give her a sense of security.

The fire outside seemed to have spread to the cell. Thick smoke poured in from the small window above the cell. The choking smell was mixed with the smell of fire, making people cough uncontrollably.

"Little...Little Scarface..."

Just at this moment, a faint sound was heard in the corridor outside the cell.

But this weak voice made Hong Zhao tremble all over, and then he curled up on the haystack like an ostrich.

"Come here... ahem... the fire is coming... I'm asking you to come over here!"

When the voice became fierce, Hong Zhao could no longer suppress the fear in her heart, and the painful memories of the past made it difficult for her to think.

As long as you listen, you won't be beaten.

As long as you are obedient, you won't be bullied.

As long as you are obedient, you will be rewarded.

She stood up like a puppet, hesitated for a moment, and returned to the haystack, and picked out the broken tile from under the pile of withered licorice.

Apart from the linen clothes on her body, this small piece of broken tile was all her belongings.

……

Outside the cell, Manager Lin sat weakly on the ground, his back against the wall.

Wang Ping's palm strike did not take his life, but it did break several of his ribs and put him in a coma for a while.

At the moment he didn't even have the strength to stand up, he just gasped for breath until he saw Hong Zhao coming out of the cell, standing by the cell door holding a piece of broken tile in his hand, looking at him helplessly.

He smiled and waved at her: "Come, come here."

Hong Zhao showed hesitation on his face, but finally he walked over obediently.

"Good boy, good boy, you didn't run away."

Manager Lin reached out and gently touched the red birthmark on Hong Zhao's face.

The rough fingertips stroked across her tender and smooth face. She seemed a little resistant and tilted her head slightly, but finally endured it silently.

Manager Lin coughed hard a few times, and it took him a long while to recover. He said weakly, "The fire is coming, cough cough... I'll take you away, I'll keep you alive."

He bowed his head and gestured, saying, "I have a red pill in my inner pocket. Please take it out for me and let me take it. I can regain some strength."

Hong Zhao did as he was told numbly and reached into Manager Lin's arms. After groping for a while, he felt a hard box and took it out.

When the pill box was taken out, a piece of cloth was also taken out and fell lightly to the ground.

Hong Zhao suddenly acted like a child who had done something wrong and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

But when she saw that thing, she froze in place.

That is... a piece of white silk.

The white silk was stained with spots of bright red blood, like plum blossoms.

Manager Lin didn't realize anything was wrong and urged, "Little Scarface, give me the red pill quickly..."

Dang Hongzhao seemed to have heard nothing, staring at the white silk in a daze, his whole body trembling, his eyes gradually filled with tears. "I'm talking to you, you hear..."

When the voice gradually became impatient...

But he stopped abruptly halfway through his words.

Manager Lin opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at Hong Zhao in front of him.

That face that he loved the most, in front of him in the past, it was either a bright and innocent smile, or a submissive and submissive, or a pitiful face with tears in the eyes...

But it has never been like this before, letting the tears flow freely down his face, but his face is full of ferocity and his eyes are full of hatred.

Hong Zhao grabbed the broken tile with both hands and thrust the sharp end into Manager Lin's throat.

The tile was originally complete, but she polished it day and night, causing it to break into pieces and have sharp corners.

She had kept it for herself.

Manager Lin looked at her in astonishment and wanted to say something, but his cut throat could only make a hissing sound.

He slid down the wall weakly and fell to the ground.

Hong Zhao knelt on the ground, grabbed the broken tile with both hands, pulled it out, raised it above his head, and then dropped it again with force.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The originally sharp tip was smoothed by the flesh and blood, and in the end it just smashed into the throat, smashing the flesh and blood in the throat into a blur.

Hong Zhao's hands were cut by tiles, the wounds were very deep and blood kept flowing out from his palms.

But she seemed not to feel any pain, and just numbly repeated the actions of lifting and dropping.

Until the body beneath him stopped moving.

Until the flesh and blood that caught my eye had been mashed into a state that was difficult to look at.

She seemed to have lost all her strength and knelt down on the ground, with the broken tiles in her hands falling silently to the ground.

"Woo~"

Her shoulders trembled slightly and she let out a whimpering cry.

Then, she slowly raised her head, tears flowing uncontrollably.

The crying sound changed from sobbing to crying loudly, and finally to just wailing...

The fire outside collapsed the roof of the cell and fell next to the thin figure.

The outside world is already a sea of ​​fire!
And in the sea of ​​fire, that figure was still kneeling on the ground, and the wailing sounds were still ringing.

She didn't want to escape anymore.

There has never been any great hero; all of that is just a lie to deceive ourselves and others.

She knew it, she knew it from the beginning.

The beams of the house eventually collapsed and fell straight down towards Hong Zhao...

……

But sometimes, accidents always come faster than expected.

At the moment when the thick wooden pillar of the roof was about to fall on his head, it was hit hard by something and deflected in the direction, brushing past Hong Zhao's body and falling to the ground.

Hong Zhao turned her head blankly, only to see a man in a white robe holding a huge golden bow standing behind her.

He was neither strong nor bearded, and although he had a sword on his waist, it was not the big sword with nine golden rings on the back that would make a clanging sound when he swung it...

Before she could come to her senses, she was hit hard on the head.

"Damn it! Didn't you see the fire? Are you crying? If you want to cry, go outside and cry."

Hong Zhao covered his head in pain, was stunned for a long time, and suddenly asked a strange question: "Can you... breathe fire?"

"Huh? What stupid stuff?!"

The man was both angry and amused, muttering, "I didn't save a fool," then picked up Hong Zhao, held him around his waist, and rushed outside while cursing.

……

When Zhao Guanxiang rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, he handed the rescued little girl to his men and said, "This girl is being held in solitary confinement by the Gao family. We need to investigate her identity. Send someone to watch her first. She is probably scared out of her wits. Don't scare her."

Most women were kept in pavilions.

The people being held in solitary confinement in this prison have suspicious identities, so we naturally have to be more careful.

But Zhao Guanxiang didn't bother to ask too many questions at this time because he didn't find Jiang Liuer.

But now the fire is raging and no one can enter the prison.

Zhao Guanxiang's heart sank instantly.

The Xiaowei had almost completely searched Yifeng Royal Farm, and all the other places that had not been searched were turned into a sea of ​​fire.

This prison is the last hope. If even this place doesn't exist...

Jiang Liuer either died in the sea of ​​fire or was taken away from the secret passage of Yifeng Imperial Manor.

No matter which one it is, it is difficult for Zhao Guanxiang to accept.

"Fourth Young Master, another woman was rescued. Is this the one you were looking for?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guanxiang hurried over.

……

"Are you... the Second Prince's men?"

"Your Highness has not forgotten me, has he?"

"Did His Highness ask you to come and rescue me?"

When Zhao Guanxiang arrived, a woman with a very beautiful face was holding a guard and asking something excitedly.

He only took one look and was immediately disappointed.

Although this woman has taken good care of herself and has a beautiful appearance, it can be seen that she is not young at all. How can she be associated with Jiang Liuer, who is less than 30 years old?

Zhao Guanxiang immediately lost interest until Xiao Wei whispered something in his ear.

He was immediately stunned: "The Second Prince's Consort?"

Only then did Zhao Guanxiang take her seriously and looked the beautiful woman up and down.

Although he had never seen the Second Prince's Consort, he had heard from his Third Sister that the Second Prince's Consort was well-educated, gentle and generous, and was pregnant...

Although this woman is beautiful, she is more charming. Her age is obviously inconsistent with the age rumored to be the second prince's wife. She looks much older.

And she doesn't look like she's pregnant.

But the current second prince does not have only one princess consort.

The previous prince's wife was divorced and sent back to her parents' home because she had no children for seven years. She was forced to become a nun by her family, and lived with the company of green lamps and ancient Buddhas. From then on, she disappeared from the city of Kyoto.

But if this woman was really the Second Prince's wife, why was she imprisoned in the Yifeng Imperial Manor?

This Yifeng Royal Manor is the property of the Third Prince.

Zhao Guanxiang sensed the infighting among the princes.

This matter has nothing to do with him, but his godfather might be interested.

Zhao Guanxiang didn't care about the Second Prince's wife, so he ordered, "Take good care of her. After we bring her back, let our foster father make the decision."

"Yes."

Just as Zhao Guanxiang finished giving his orders, a thunderous sound suddenly rang in his ears:
"Zhao Guanxiang!!!"

I will resume updating today. This chapter is two chapters in one. There will be another chapter later.

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