How can a fairy be a villain?.

Chapter 153 What you say is what you say~
Murong Jingyan trembled in the river and swam slowly.

After all, there are still many eyes staring at the water pavilion behind him, so it is not appropriate to use energy and blood to quickly cross the river.

"What do you know."

"Even if we get the Zhao Prison Token, that doesn't mean we can enter Zhao Prison at will."

Murong Jingyan gave the little yellow duck a white look:
"According to what the judge said, now Zhaoyu Temple should be conducting a strict investigation to visit the prison privately, not to mention pretending to be a jailer with a token, which is no less than throwing yourself into a trap."

"To visit a prison, you must not only have an identity, but also be famous as a teacher."

"so."

The little yellow duck swam in another direction, and at some point there was a small fish in its mouth: "So, you sold your brother?"

"Tsk, if you have to say that, I can't help it."

Murong Jingyan felt a little guilty, but believed that with Zhu Huan'an's intelligence, she would definitely understand her good intentions after realizing it.

The little yellow duck leaned closer to his ear at this moment, teasing in a low voice:

"However, what are you using that guy's black knife for? You sissy can't play big games!?"

"Grumbling."

Hearing that Murong Jingyan slapped the little yellow duck into the water.

"Is it possible that I can decide the parents who are affected by the body, hair and skin? Besides, my young master, I am a beautiful person, but you are the guy"

"Dogs can't even bark anymore!"

One person and one duck fought in the water, and finally ended in Murong Jingyan's tragic victory.

After spitting out two mouthfuls of water, Murong Jingyan finally walked onto the pier beside the desk.

"Zhu Zhou is a magical weapon with a mysterious origin. Since I have sold my brother, I will definitely rescue him. This knife is indispensable."

"And then"

There was a hint of worry in Murong Jingyan's eyes: "If the knife is in his hands, I'm afraid that the senior brother will fight with the Zhao prison people, and he will suffer for nothing."

Standing up and squeezing the wet river water off her clothes, Murong Jingyan's eyes also turned cold.

"During the day, I handed over the two members of the Flower Picking Sect to Zhao Prison, deliberately revealing that I already knew the people behind the Flower Picking Sect."

"It just depends on whether they will arrest people."

Flicking her long hair, Murong Jingyan looked up at the hazy silhouette of the waterside pavilion on the other side, then turned and left.

"It seems."

"The master of picking flowers is undoubtedly Hong Chen."

-

Secluded courtyard.

Murong Jingyan pushed open the wooden door and walked in, and immediately saw Chen Xiangling waiting in the courtyard.

"Ayan, you are back!"

Chen Xiangling ran over immediately, and was startled when she saw Murong Jingyan covered in water, and said with a serious face, "Ayan, this is you."

Murong Jingyan waved her hand to indicate that it's okay, and asked back:
"Xiang Ling, did you get that cloth bag back?"

Chen Xiangling returned the Spring King Jade Plaque and said with a smile: "Of course I took it back. When the sergeant of the City Lord's Mansion arrived, he only said three numbers."

"Those people from the Flower Picking Sect put things on the table by themselves. The defenders didn't track down the situation when they saw this. They asked me to take the cloth bag back and send it away. Damn it."

"But Yan, are you really alright?"

Chen Xiangling turned his head to look and noticed something.

"And what about the guy named Zhu?"

Murong Jingyan rolled her eyes, and suddenly asked: "Xiang Ling, do you have any better clothes here, can you lend me a change?"

"what?"

"Of course there is!" Chen Xiangling frowned, smiling happily.

Breathing out a breath of cold air, Murong Jingyan also showed a smile: "Xiang Ling, I'm going to help you get back the obscene clothes next, and you can do me a favor too."

"Just say it!"

"In this way, Yuanzhou tailors are the most skillful. Go to Baiqiu City and help me buy a few sets of clothes, probably"

After Chen Xiangling went out, Murong Jingyan took the clothes left by Chen Xiangling and weighed them, then walked towards the firewood room, ready to light a fire to boil water, take a bath and change clothes.

Throwing the token of Zhaoyu in her hand, Murong Jingyan suddenly thought of something, and took out another hairpin from the interlayer of her sleeve.

This hairpin is fine in texture and gorgeous in shape, especially suitable for updos.

It was before leaving that Murong Jingyan specially visited Leng Yuan who was in confinement, and tricked her with a few words.

The hairpin moved between her slender fingers, and Murong Jingyan spit out a mouthful of white mist from the corner of her mouth:
"Once you have the token, sacrifice to senior brother, you should be fine in Zhao Prison now."

The little yellow duck squatted on Murong Jingyan's shoulder, with a big lump on top of her head, and said angrily, "You're pretending to be a woman again, and you're not a sissy!?"

"Ok?"

Hearing the little yellow duck speak, Murong Jingyan suddenly looked up, making the little yellow duck shut its mouth tightly.

But it soon realized something was wrong, because there was no anger in Murong Jingyan's eyes, but gentleness like water, which made its skin crawl.

"Yo, I almost forgot Lord Mozun"

Murong Jingyan grabbed the little yellow duck in her hand and stroked it softly: "Whatever you say, do me a favor?"

"What's the matter?" The little yellow duck looked wary.

"Simple."

Stretching out a finger, Murong Jingyan raised her eyebrows and said, "Master Mozun needs to offer some fresh crystals."

-

The next day.

Zhaoyu Temple.

In this dark dungeon, not even rats, insects, mosquitoes and flies can be seen, only silence...or shrill screams.

tick, tick,

Water drops seeped from the cracks in the bricks above the head, and inside a narrow iron fence, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on a pile of thatch.

"What is this man's crime?"

"I don't know, it seems that Master Hong wants someone. Let's wait for Master Hong to go out and try again."

The two jailers locked the iron gate, pulled it vigorously to make sure it was extremely strong, then turned and left.

After the jailer left, the people in the prison slowly opened their golden eyes.

Looking at the heavy shackles on his wrists and feet, Zhu Huan'an tried to mobilize his blood, but found a sense of powerlessness sweeping his whole body, and even felt dizzy and nauseated, so he groaned suddenly.

"Hahahaha"

At this moment, the sound of laughter suddenly came from the cell next to him. Zhu Huanan turned around and saw that it was a bald man.

That bald man with beard and beard, even though he was only skinny, he could vaguely see his once burly appearance, so he must be a ruthless character.

"Boy."

"This chain is made of black stone in the depths of the King Swallowing Valley. Not to mention you, even a saint who is put on like this is like a mortal!"

"Still struggling with the ball hahaha"

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an just looked away, slowly got up and came to the corridor, and looked at the scene outside.

Zhao Prison was dark, only the night pearls on the walls every three feet gave off faint light, and the air was filled with a rust-like pungent smell, which made people sick.

The corridor in front of me is long and narrow, and there are two jailers standing at the left and right ends, both of them are holding guns with a murderous air
Looking down at the chain, Zhu Huan'an understood that compared to those jailers, this shackle was the real weapon of death. If he didn't take it off, even if he could get out of Zhao Prison, he would be caught back after a short run.

"Boy, what are you looking at!?"

The bald man in the cell on the right saw Zhu Huan'an poking his head to look him up, and teased again: "Come here, do you still expect someone to save you?"

"Don't sit down yet, let me relieve my boredom!"

Zhu Huanan glanced at him coldly, and asked, "Which floor is Zhao Prison?"

When he came, his head was covered with a thick black cloth, so he didn't know where he was. The bald head showed his skeleton, and his qualifications were written on his face.

Must know something.

The bald head laughed again when he heard the words:

"It doesn't matter which floor is returned, what floor is it, you look like a young man, why?"

He looked at Zhu Huan'an and said with a smile:

"Being beaten to Zhao Prison, did you offend the court? Could it be that your home has been ransacked?"

Zhu Huan'an's eyes turned cold, and he moved slowly towards the bald-headed position, looking down condescendingly:

"What did you just say?"

The bald head was taken aback for a moment, and he was about to open his mouth to laugh, but was interrupted by an old voice.

"Young students, don't do anything."

"If you attract the jailer, you will hurt yourself."

Zhu Huan'an turned around. He didn't expect that there was still a prisoner in the cell on the left, but that person was curled up in a corner. If he didn't pay attention, he would think it was a straw mat.

"This is the Qingming Prison, the first floor." The voice was weak.

Zhu Huan'an raised his foot and walked over, knelt down and said:
"Senior, how do you know?"

The 'straw mat' on the ground squirmed, revealing a withered face. He patted the railing and said, "You ask me?"

"When the old man was imprisoned, he was as handsome as you. Of course he is not willing to spend the rest of his life in this dungeon at such a good age."

"I once said that death is also on the way to escape from prison. Now that I have tried to escape from prison dozens of times, my hands and feet have been broken. How can I not know where this is?"

"." Zhu Huan'an was at a loss for words for a moment.

"Zhu admires the courage of the senior. I wonder if the senior has ever met a person named Li Sanyun?"

"Li Sanyun?"

The old man showed a thoughtful look, nodded and said: "I have heard that, he is also a new prisoner in the past two years, of course the old man has seen it."

"Isn't he also in Qingming Prison?"

The bald man next to him also said, "What, Li Sanyun!?"

"When I was tortured last time, that guy was next to me. I heard that he used to practice Taoism, but I didn't expect that he would die if he cried for his father and mother!"

Zhu Huan thought for a moment, maybe Li Sanyun was right when he said that, and immediately asked:

"Then which cell is he in now?"

The bald man chuckled, patted the iron railing and said, "Hey, didn't you just want to beat me up?"

"Hey! I just didn't tell you."

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an sat down and said indifferently:

"Tell me, maybe I can take you out."

The bald head suddenly burst into laughter, as if hearing some big joke:

"Still dreaming, if someone can rescue you, I'll fucking recognize you as my father!"

But at this time, the voice of the old man came faintly:

"Young man"

"The old man seems to know where Li Sanyun is being held."

At this moment, outside Zhaoyu Temple.

The scorching sun was shining brightly, and the white jade slabs on the surface emitted high temperatures. In the steaming heat waves, two figures were slowly coming from the city.

From a distance, they look like two women.

The leader is tall and slender, wearing a green skirt, a veil on his face, and his temples are high and dignified.

just
There was a long and narrow black knife pinned to his waist.

(End of this chapter)