Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

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The ground was flooded with turbid, yellow sewage. Water drops dripped from the ceiling from time to time, causing ripples on the water surface.

In the two rows of cells shaped like iron cages, the unconscious brides-to-be leaned against the iron bars, with the hems of their bright red wedding dresses and embroidered shoes soaked in water.

Zhang Xueming stopped and looked down at the muddy yellow water that was only a palm's distance from the tip of his shoe. Finally, he couldn't help but speak. His voice was like the sound of a spring or the sound of a stringed instrument, with a hint of undisguised coldness: "Walk over there?"

Commander Jin had not expected that the young master would choose the dungeon as the temporary location for imprisoning the bride-to-be. He coughed dryly in embarrassment and turned to look at the guard who was leading the way.

The guards were frightened by the spooky scene just now, and they had to lead the way with their heads held high. Now, in this dimly lit and chilly dungeon, the son heard Zhang Xueming's faint voice, and felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He turned his head to look at Commander Jin, and met Commander Jin's inquiring gaze. He didn't dare to answer, so he could only nod silently.

Commander Jin wanted to tell the truth, but he thought of Zhiren's words, "You should appease them and not treat them harshly", and then thought of Gong Shangjiao's cold face and long sword, so he quietly swallowed his words and asked the guard, "Which room doesn't have water?"

"The innermost room." The guard sensed something from Commander Jin's attitude and knew that Zhang Xueming was someone that even the commander of the guards who directly commanded the blades could not afford to offend. He suppressed his fear and cautiously suggested, "Shall I carry the girl over there?"

"No need." Zhang Xueming lifted a corner of the veil and pretended to take a look, but in fact his spiritual sense had already determined the distance.

She put down her hands, and suddenly waved her sleeves, and the whole person jumped up, like a flying bird lightly flying over the water, with a graceful figure.

Occasionally, the tip of the foot would just lightly touch the water surface, and when the person fell again, he would have reached the other end of the dungeon.

From the start to the landing, it was all silent, only the ripples on the water surface caused by her light tap were still spreading layer by layer.

If it weren't for the wrong time and place, Commander Jin would have clapped his hands and praised him for his good skills.

As for the question of whether Zhang Xueming, who possesses such skills, would be a bladeless assassin, Commander Jin personally felt that with Gong Shangjiao's endorsement, even if Young Master Gong Huanyu wanted Zhang Xueming to be one, Blade Wielder Gong Hongyu would not really let him throw dirty water on the great contributor to the palace.

Commander Jin was just about to call the guard who had started shivering inexplicably again to go over and open the cell door for Zhang Xueming, but he saw from afar that she raised her hand and clicked the padlock that was fastened to the iron chain that bolted the door. With a "click", the lock opened.

Zhang Xueming turned sideways and nodded slightly at them, pulled out the chain, opened the cell door, walked in, fastened the chain again, and locked it with a "click".

With a wave of his sleeve, he used only a fraction of his surging internal energy, and a small tornado suddenly appeared in the cell with iron bars on three sides. It spun rapidly, sweeping away all the dust on the ground and the wooden bed against the wall, and then drilled out from the gap in the iron bars, and crashed into the stone wall diagonally opposite.

The wind blew a layer of grass clippings and dust on the water surface.

Zhang Xueming scanned it carefully with his spiritual sense, then he adjusted his veil, collar, and sleeves with ease, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and sat upright on the wooden bed.

Who in the martial arts world would squander the internal energy cultivated with great difficulty on trivial matters like she did?

The guard was stunned, and Commander Jin also gained some new knowledge.

only……

The light at the other end of the cell was getting dimmer. After Zhang Xueming sat down and didn't move, his figure was so vague that only his outline could be seen, which made the feeling of weirdness and horror even stronger.

Commander Jin was frightened and the guards' legs went weak. The two men dared not linger any longer and walked as fast as if they were running for their lives.