Chapter 1376: Conspiracy (3)

Chapter 1376 Conspiracy (3)
The five emperors roared in their hearts, and the anger was about to be mad. The palm of the hand was photographed on the iron bar of the small window. The slender fingers were about to twist when they grabbed the iron bar. Their eyes suddenly saw something, and his face changed. Anxiously called: "Two emperors, two emperors... look at there..."
"What's wrong?" The second emperor turned and looked down at his gaze. He saw a gray figure wearing a coarse linen and walked outside the prison. He walked around and panicked and looked around. Ghosts and ghosts look like thieves...
In particular, this gray figure like a thief is slender and delicate, and it is a woman at first glance.
The two emperors and the five emperors looked at each other with a glance at each other. The bottom of the scene flashed a touch of interest, and the blue sky, what did she do in such a sneaky way? Stealing things? In the prison, besides the criminals, they are criminals. They don’t think that she has the ability to steal criminals under the watchful eyes of many jailers and visit relatives. Doesn't that need to be so sneaky? I have changed the clothes that I don’t fit very well, and I don’t even say that I wear a veil. Is there anything that is hard to say?
The so-called unspeakable secrets usually represent secrets that cannot be told.
The second emperor and the five emperors once again looked at each other and walked out of the small room, quietly keeping up with the gray figure. I saw the gray figure walking through a cell and came to a relatively tight cell. This cell was refined. Made of iron, the iron bars are dense and dense, and the cells are wrapped in layers, so that only the little mice can't get into them.
In the middle of the cell, there was a layer of hay. A man in a black cloak was kneeling on the hay. I don’t know if it was dead or alive. His cloak was ragged, revealing one after another wound, red blood. Unstoppable spillage, reddening the hay underneath...
Gray figure carefully looked around, seeing no one nearby, then squatting in front of the cell, hands on the mouth, forming the shape of a horn, pressing down the voice and shouting the cloak man: "Friends of the underground palace... wake up, wake up... ...wake up..."
Under her persistent resentment, the man in the cloak in the cell gradually woke up and slowly looked up and looked at the gray-faced woman with her face covered. The scorpion under his hood was full of alert and vigilant: "You are Who?"
The gray-haired woman smiled and said: "My name is not easy to disclose, but I can tell you, I am here to help you..."
"Help me?" The man in the cloak was surprised by her answer for a moment, then he calmed down again and said coldly: "How are you going to help me?"
"It's natural to use this to help you." The gray-haired woman smiled and said, taking a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and throwing it through the iron bar to the man in the cloak.
The porcelain bottle is pure white, exquisite and delicate, without any pattern on it. Under the background of the hay, it exudes a lustrous luster, and the red cork is red and red, with a touch of gold on the top. At first glance, this is a boutique, but the man in the cloak did not touch the porcelain bottle, only looked at it faintly: "What is this?"
"Injury." The gray-haired woman smiled and said: "The best medicine, take it, no matter how many injuries, it will be better than half..."
"Is it?" The cloak man slanted gray woman: "Are you sure that the face is filled with wound medicine, not a poison?"
The woman's face in the gray coat sank instantly: "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I want to poison you?"
"Isn't it?" The man in the cloak was ridiculed.
"You..." The woman in the gray coat sighed and couldn't speak. After a long while, she calmed her mind and looked back at the man in the cloak. The man in the cloak was cold and seemed to have an insight into everything, let her go again. If you can't say deception, just break the jar and break: "You're right, it's really poison here..."
"Oh." The cloak man looked coldly at the woman in gray, indicating that she continued to say that the gray woman’s chin was lifted and said proudly: "After you are caught in the prison, you are being punished every day. Secondly, there is no one-inch intact skin on the whole body, and it is also subjected to extremely serious internal injuries. The technique cannot be used..."
"So, you will poison me..." The man in the cloak was ridiculed.
The woman in the gray coat did not care, but also the appearance of a savior: "Yes, the criminal department now has listed you as a repeat offender, and tortures you every day until you kill you..." The living was killed. It’s too tragic and too painful. It’s better to drink poison, to be crisp and neat, one hundred...
The man in the cloak flashed a smack of anger. He was arrested and tortured. They will poison him. Hehe: "You never thought about saving me?"
"Save you? What kind of jokes." The woman in the gray dress was very surprised: now the Dali Temple prison, not only the guards of the Dali Temple, but also the Royal Forest Army transferred by the two emperors, the entire Dali Temple prison is guarded by the walls of the copper wall, It is impossible for the martial arts to be able to pass through the wall of the copper wall and save the heavy criminals in the prison...
(End of this chapter)