Chapter 894: Do you want to burn a fire stick or me (four thousand characters, 2 in 1)

The origin of prisons can be traced back to ancient times. Prisons are thresholds or caves where primitives tamed wild animals. After reaching the clan society, they were used to imprison prisoners and drive them to work. After the state was born, as a part of the state apparatus, prisons were also born.
A few rays of the setting sun shined there, but was swallowed by the boundless darkness. There was no ripple on the broken mud wall. There was like a coffin sitting in this remote corner. It was short and full of depression. A prison where no one pays attention to the bombing gang.
This seems to be a corner forgotten and spurned by the world, separated by a wall, outside the wall is shining bright, and inside the prison is rot, vivid irony.
The rocks around the prison building are white, and the tree trunks are also white. This is to prevent prisoners from escaping from the prison. The rocks and trees are painted white, so there is nowhere to hide even in the dark.
The wall around the prison building is very high, at least 20 meters upward, tighter than the scum cave. On the top of the wall, hideous barbs are faintly visible to prevent prisoners from climbing up.
It was late, and occasionally a slight cold wind blew in from the cracks in the wall, and rubbed the tragic harmony of "Woo...Woo...", blowing up the ground dust, floating in the air, filling the entire dungeon, mixed The sour, rotten, decayed smell penetrated into the psychology of every prisoner, and the fear was inexplicable.
In this quiet evening, a sudden jingle or a prisoner's unwilling roar is like awakening a sleeping ghost for years and stinging people's eardrums. Only the darkness that penetrates into your heart is your eternal partner!
Yang Ming walked into the prison alone, and went to the dungeon set up underground in the prison.
"DaDaDa, DaDaDa, DaDaDa!"
The sound of footsteps echoed continuously in the deep and narrow corridor.
Hearing the movement outside, the prisoners in the prisons on both sides of the corridor raised their heads unanimously. Through the dazzling long hair that was not combed, pairs of numb pupils stared at Yang Ming who was passing by, in their eyes. , Has long lost the yearning for freedom, like a walking dead.
It is impossible for every force to be bright forever, the more glamorous it is on the surface, and the dark side that is unknown, there is an unimaginable darkness.
Most of the prisoners imprisoned here are people who are hostile to the bombing gang, some are members of the sect, some are nobles and officials in the empire who are dissatisfied with the bombing gang, and some are enemies captured in previous wars. Army soldiers, and even a small part of them are civilians, but they were secretly arrested and detained here because of spreading rumors that were unfavorable to the Bombing Gang.
Each cell is a rectangular room, three meters long and two meters wide. There are two windows. A toilet with plaster peeled off is built against the wall. In the room is a plank bed with dry wooden boards, which is taken up. Most of the space is covered with a thin quilt. Because it hasn't been exposed to the sun all the year round, it has already become moldy and smelly, exuding an unbreathable smell.
The ground of these cells was much lower than the ground outside, and even lower than the trenches, so it was very humid. There were only one or two small windows that allowed light through. The windows were high and the prisoners raised their hands. A little bit of sky light that came out of the window hole was very faint. Even at noon, if there was no place, the other parts of the bombing gang station hadn’t darkened in the evening, and this place had changed a long time ago. It's black.
Only the candle in the door of the cell was still swaying with a igniting light. From the dim light, one could faintly see the rusty iron fence and the blackened floor.
Every prisoner wore shackles and chains to prevent them from breaking out of prison. At the same time, in order to prevent them from using spirit power, everyone was temporarily sealed off from the flow of spirit power in the body.
Yang Ming glanced at the corner of his eyes. In the third cell on the left, there were two gray bones left in a fettered iron fist, probably human leg bones, and another prisoner was still being held in the cell. He got a little fat, and he seemed to have eaten it.
Yang Ming went all the way, according to his strength before he went to prison, the more powerful the prisoner, the more he was held in the depths of the dungeon.
Once the beast Emperor Tian was given this honor, and he was imprisoned in the deepest part of the dungeon alone, and there was no prisoner in the nearby prison.
And now, this treatment is the turn of the dragon king Ziji to enjoy.
There were no lights, or even windows, in the prison where Zi Ji was staying.
Rats, cockroaches, and geckos crawl around in the dark, making a "rustling" sound. Zi Ji is also a woman. She is not afraid of powerful enemies, but she is afraid of disgusting creatures such as mice and cockroaches. One person hugged his legs and curled up in the corner of the wooden bed.
For other prisoners, these rats, cockroaches, and geckos are rare snacks, but for Ziji, they are absolutely unwilling to see creatures. Every time she hears a rat call, she always feels hairy in her heart. The mouse was deliberately grabbing her, so he crawled to her spine and jumped on her shoulder again, making it tremble all over, constantly changing positions, trying to get rid of the mouse.
Zi Ji was so focused on dealing with mice that she didn't even notice Yang Ming's footsteps.
Perhaps, she had already prepared in her heart, so even if she noticed, pretend she didn't hear it.
The smell in the dungeon is weird, it is the dampness after the rain and the smell of dried blood. The entire corridor space is very dim, only a few oil lamps on both sides are shining faintly. When the wind blows, two of them are extinguished. It is here all year round. Even the air is muddy in the dark. A normal person can’t stand it for a while. People detained here may not get out for a lifetime. So here is not only the smell of humidity and blood, but also a kind of death. breath.
Yang Ming paused outside the cell where Zi Ji was being held, leaned into his arms and took out the key, inserting it into the rusty keyhole.
"Crack!"
The door opened and Yang Ming stepped into the prison.
It wasn't until this time that Zi Ji stopped her busy movements and turned her head stiffly. Those charming eyes, which were infinitely charming in daily life, were now full of deep anxiety and fear and looked towards Yang Ming.
Only by staying with Yang Ming can we know Yang Ming's horror deeply.
Yang Ming’s horror is not about his strength with almost no bottleneck, but also the seemingly endless hole cards. Whenever people around him think he knows Yang Ming well, Yang Ming can always take out an alternative. The hole cards came out, so everyone looked at it with admiration.
Prior to this, Zi Ji was forced to stay with Yang Ming for a period of time to protect Wang Qiu'er. She was a witness who saw him step into the Dragon God site where he was alive and well, and completed the almost impossible Dragon God Nine Trials step by step.
To say that Zi Ji is not afraid, that is entirely self-deception.
Zi Ji understood that in front of Yang Ming's bizarre pupils, no one could keep the secret. She only hoped that before she revealed the secret, Tang San had left with Wang Qiu'er and returned to the Star Dou Great Forest.
Zi Ji pressed her plump and lips tightly, and said:
"Yang Ming, you kill me, I won't say anything!"
Yang Ming looked at the trembling shoulders in front of her who was obviously afraid, and the beauty who still raised her head stubbornly, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and said:
"Let me guess, is Wang Qiu'er back in the Star Dou Great Forest?"
Hearing this, Zi Ji's heart trembled, and even her trembling eyes had already betrayed her thoughts.
Regarding the possibility of Zi Ji taking Wang Qiu'er away, Yang Ming had already prepared in his heart. The reason why he put Wang Qiu'er and Zi Ji by his side was to wait for today.
Because he was looking for an excuse to completely quell the hidden dangers of the Star Dou Great Forest!
At the beginning, the beast Emperor Tian led a million soul beasts to invade the Tiandou Empire. Although Yang Ming led a large army to win the battle, and also captured all the leading beasts, after all, a million soul beasts are not a small number. Many soul beasts fled back to the Star Dou Great Forest.
Due to the heavy losses of the Tiandou Emperor team and the Zhantian Gang at that time, as well as the sea spirit beasts on the southeast coast and the spirit beasts of the extreme north, Yang Ming could only choose to withdraw his troops temporarily at that time, instead of killing them all.
But this does not mean that Yang Ming will lightly spare the soul beasts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Even if the soul masters need to hunt down the soul beasts, Yang Ming cannot kill all the soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, but at least they have to capture them all, imprison them in the zoo, and put them under control.
Otherwise, if these spirit beasts saw the Heaven Dou Empire and the Zhantian Gang deceived, they wouldn't be able to follow suit in the future. If this were the case, there would be no peace in the future.
Having said that, perhaps Yang Ming hadn't even dreamed about it, but in the incident of taking Wang Qiu'er away, there was actually a shadow of Tang San in it.
Regarding Wang Qiu'er being robbed, Yang Mingle has seen its success for a long time, so he did not use the kaleidoscope to write the moon reading ability to read the thoughts in Zi Ji's mind.
Looking at Zi Ji in panic, Yang Ming took out a long and thick fire stick from Youhaina Ring. With a pinch of his fingertips, the Qinglian geocentric fire ignited the tip of the fire stick. Crimson fireworks lit up in the smoke.
She seemed to have noticed that Yang Ming had some bad intentions, and Zi Ji wrapped her arms around her chest, curled up in the corner a little timidly, and said uneasy:
"You... what do you want to do to me?"
"What am I going to do?" Yang Ming tilted his head and looked at the ragged woman in front of him. The beautiful figure that could not be concealed made people feel the rush of blood, and said: "You take Wang Qiu'er away as punishment. , Of course I have to punish you."
"Let's talk, fire stick or my stick, which one do you choose?"
Yang Ming raised the fire stick to Zi Ji, and the hot breath of the flame rushed towards her face, reflecting on Zi Ji's face of national beauty and heavenly fragrance, two fascinating faint reds appeared.
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"no!"
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The entire world power level of the recovery warlock is very low, and the only thing that Yang Ming is looking forward to is the gems owned by the Demon King, which contains the power to travel through time and space, and it is said that there is also the mighty power to make a wish come true.
Just wanting to get this kind of treasure, the probability is too low, and even if you get this gem, after coming to the Douluo Continent World, there is a high probability that the effect will be greatly reduced, and Yang Ming naturally did not put it. In the eyes.
With such thoughts flashing in his mind, Yang Ming looked at Zi Ji again.
"Well, if you don't make a choice, then I will help you make a choice."
The flame at the tip of the burning stick reflected Zi Ji's rippling cosmetic contact lenses, but seeing her two slender thighs rubbing restlessly for a while, it seemed that she wanted to refuse.
Yang Ming leaned forward, covered Zi Ji's wet lips, and threw her onto the wooden bed.
The fire stick was no longer held by anyone, and fell on the blackened floor. After a while, the fire was extinguished, and the entire dungeon plunged into darkness again.
At midnight in early spring, the wind withered and blue trees.
Between the heaven and the earth, the woods are bleak.
In the secret room that looked like a prisoner, there was a sudden spring.
Chunyue seemed unbearable for this shame, but was gently covered by black clouds, and the pond fish was unbearable for this dryness, swallowed by the clear water with a "puff", and then swam hidden among the black water plants.
The long night passed, and the dungeon door reopened.
Yang Ming was neatly dressed and walked out of the dungeon calmly. Behind him was the plump woman lying on the wooden bed like ooze, as if she had just been fished out of the sea, sweating all over her body, and even her hair was hanging down wet. On shoulders.
Zi Ji leaned against the wall, panting heavily, she didn't know if she was tired or satisfied, she showed a crimson look, her scattered sideburns set off the face of the country, which made her index finger move~www. EbookFREE.me~ Her red lips are moisturized, and she lowers her head and looks down at the torn clothes on the ground, with a very complicated mood brewing in her heart.
At this moment, I suddenly heard Yang Ming's footsteps, and a word came out lightly:
"From now on, you will be my slave."
Abandoning this sentence, Yang Ming's figure drifted away, disappearing at the end of the dungeon corridor, disappearing into the eyes of Zi Ji's dim twin pupils.
"A slave?"
Zi Ji stroked the blue marks on her arm, and still felt a little pain until now.
Regarding that she would end up like this, Zi Ji agreed to join Tang San to rescue Wang Qiu'er from the moment, she had already realized that she was not dead now, just becoming Yang Ming's slave, maybe it was a better result. .
Zi Ji lay down on the wooden bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling blankly, and secretly said:
"Hopefully, after Qiu'er returns to the Star Dou Great Forest, the Lord's injury will heal faster."