Quick wear: The full-level boss has torn up the cannon fodder script again

Chapter 171

In Eternal Night Prison, there is no light.

He couldn't hear the fierce wind blowing outside, but the moisture drifted in from the cracks in the stones. The already cold prison became even colder to the bone. The tiny bits of soil between the stone bricks became wet and twisted. Gently twisted and kneaded for a while.

It's raining.

Soon, he heard the sound of the prison door being pushed open from the outside, the heavy stone door made a muffled sound, and the oil lamps embedded in the wall were instantly lit up, ushering in a light that had not been seen for a long time.

The sound of the wind and rain that was isolated from the outside roared.

There is a long distance from the prison gate. He half leaned against the thatched pile, squinting his eyes, unable to see clearly.

Prison Cheng's arrogant voice in the past became extremely flattering at this moment.

Different from Prisoner's chaotic footsteps, the other person's footsteps were extremely light and slow, and they were extraordinarily steady. Stepping on the stone steps step by step, he heard the whistling sound of wind and rain behind her, as if the sudden gust of wind and rain, They all came to welcome her.

Inexplicably, he suddenly wanted to hear her voice.

From the opening of the prison door to the present, the quiet Yongye Prison can only hear the endless voice of the Prisoner, noisy and ear-piercing.

That person never made a sound.

For this reason, he suddenly felt a little anxious, and desperately wanted Prison Cheng to shut his annoying mouth.

After a while, footsteps approached.

He quietly observed the figure beside Prison Cheng in the dark corner.

The person was wearing a wide black cloak with a thin figure, and the hood on the cloak covered her head enough to cover most of her face.

With sharp eyes, he caught a glimpse of her chin, and further up, there was a lightly pursed lip. The lips were a little lighter and thin, not like a man's mouth.

After the man entered from the prison gate, he walked carelessly, walked past, looked at the people in each prison, without rushing, and has never stayed in a certain prison for a moment.

He was suddenly curious, what kind of expression would she have when she looked at people?
What made him even more curious was, which cell would she stop for?
It was the cowherd who was said to have caused the farmer next door to lose three sheep, three rooms away from her current location...

Oh, she walked by.

So, could it be the butcher she was about to go to, who was said to have caught his wife and a man having an affair at home, and hacked both of them to death in a fit of rage?
Tsk, no, I guessed wrong again.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to him, walking in the dark prison with steady, unhurried and rhythmic steps, but it was as leisurely as walking in his own courtyard.

As if stepping on his heart.

The blood all over his body boiled uncontrollably, and he quietly clenched a handful of thatch with his hands casually resting on the cold ground, suppressing his excited nerves.

Since so many people have passed by without stopping, will this person stop for him?
But he has never been a person who would pray for good luck.

He moved his body slightly and calmly, placing himself in the brightest place in the entire prison. When he raised his head, he could see the vent the size of a fist.

After doing this action, a thin layer of sweat emerged from behind him, and he was simply wearing black clothes, so it wouldn't be too obvious if he was soaked in sweat.

Just as he lowered his head, a pair of clean boots appeared in front of his eyes in the next second.

The boots were embroidered with patterns he didn't recognize, they were beautiful, and they looked like very expensive boots.

He swallowed, slowly raised his head, opened his eyelids, and met a pair of indifferent black eyes.

　Guess what the hero's name is?
　　no prize quiz hhhhh
　　Hint: surname Yan

　　
　
(End of this chapter)