By decree and pro

It was still dark, only the cold moonlight shone on the bottom of the death cell, Yan woke up from the cold and sneezed loudly.It is as hot as a steamer during the day, and as cold as an icehouse at night. People are prone to fall ill under the hot and cold conditions.

Thinking of Jinayali's smug smile when she said she would bring him here, Yan secretly sighed: "Okay, I've learned how powerful this death row tower is."

This beheading was only a single knife, and he died quite happily. In this death prison tower where "the sky is not right, the earth is not working", what he is suffering is torture that is worse than life.

"Do you think I will compromise and beg for mercy if I do this?" Yan clenched his fists, his physical discomfort intensified his anger, he gritted his teeth and thought, "Stop dreaming! Usman, even if I have only my last breath left, and I have to hold on until the mission arrives."

Yan could imagine that if he died here, Usman and Jinayali would blame his death on the acclimatization of the environment and his death from an illness.

"Brother Huang..." Yan thought of Chunyu Aiqing, and the expression on his face immediately softened a lot, "Don't worry, my brother will go back to see you."

Yan looked up at the iron gate on the top, and suddenly remembered that he heard someone walking up the wall ladder, so he stood up again, and shouted to the dark opposite side: "Yili...cough cough!"

Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, and he coughed badly.

"Ah?" The black shadow under the wall moved, "You're finally awake."

"Yeah." Yan looked at the sky, "It's almost dawn, and I fell asleep all night."

"Where is one night?" Ilya cat crawled over, holding a bag of things in his hand, "Two nights!"

"What?!" Yan didn't feel it at all, he didn't even have a dream when he fell asleep, it can be seen that he was exhausted to the extreme.

"You're starving. There's food here." Ilya quickly opened the small cloth bag, and took out a sheepskin water bag and a naan bread from it.

"Where did it come from?" Yan was extremely surprised.

"Of course it was distributed," Ilya said. "Water and food will be distributed once a day."

The moonlight was dim, but Yan could still tell that it was a whole piece of sesame naan bread, neither moldy nor stinky, and the water bag was opened to smell the clear and sweet spring water.

"Didn't you say that only rotten food and rotten water are given to condemned prisoners? These food and water are all fresh." Yan couldn't help wondering about Ilya's origin. He couldn't be the spy sent by Usman, right?

Monitor his every move in the prison, so that he can report back to Usman.

"Well, I know I can't fool you." Ilya sat down cross-legged and said, "The guard who peed and made trouble last time was my fellow countryman. He saw that I committed crimes and shamed the tribe, so he came to humiliate me."

"He gave this food and water?" Yan guessed.

"Yes." Ilya nodded and said, "I'll go and ask him to say, for the sake of fellow countrymen, why can't I be allowed to starve to death or die of thirst? Let the patriarch know, and the patriarch will blame him."

"So, he gave you food and water?"

"Well, in our Yisan tribe..."

"Aren't you from Ankeny?"

"All of the Yisan tribe are Ankenis." Ilya smiled, "Your memory is really good, I just mentioned one thing, and you will remember it."

"To be honest, I never thought that there would be so many tribes here, and so many people with different looks." Yan said, "Facing a completely strange world, I can only try my best to remember."

"This is very good. It can help you integrate into Xiliang as soon as possible." Ilya smiled slightly and continued, "In our Yisan tribe, even the heinous people can't go on the road on an empty stomach. Give me food."

"Even if there are customs, you still beg him for me, right?"

"The reality is cruel." Ilya shook his head and said, "If you starve to death here, no one will clean up the body for a while. Once it becomes rancid, even I can't live."

"Thank you." Yan said with emotion.

"Thank you, I said it was for my own sake." Ilya smiled and said, "Eat quickly."

"Half for one person." Yan tore the naan bread, the guards couldn't give Ilya two portions of food.

"Okay." Ilya took the naan bread Yan handed over, and chewed it. "To be honest, I haven't eaten such delicious pancakes for a long time."

The naan was obviously hard, dry and tasteless, but Ilya tasted like beef jerky.

Yan looked at him and couldn't help smiling.

"If he is really sent by Usman," Yan thought, "he will just keep torturing me so that I can beg for mercy sooner rather than help me find food."

"Hey, you look so pretty when you smile." Ilya stared at Yan's face as if he had discovered something novel.At this time the morning light was just emerging, although Yan's face was covered with dust, but his brows were still clear.

"You are the most beautiful foreigner I have ever seen."

"Then the foreign land you have seen, no, there must be very few people in Dayan." Yan said with a smile, "My emperor...my elder brother is the one who is good-looking."

"No way, prettier than you?" Ilya looked disbelieving, "You look so upright."

"My brother is not only prettier than me, he is prettier than anyone else in the world." When Yan mentioned Brother Huang, he was full of complacency, "And he has a good heart, he thinks of others in everything, in short everything is good."

"Could it be prettier than the King of Xiliang?" Ilya asked in surprise.

Yan was stunned, the appearance of the King of Xiliang was beyond human, almost "immortal".

"Definitely not."

Yan wanted to say that Usman had a bad heart, but he was the king of Ilya after all, so he didn't say anything.

"But your brother is very good-looking if he is better looking than you." Ilya smiled, "I really want to meet him."

Yan smiled, he also thought about it, it was bad idea, but...

Looking up at the more venomous sun, Yan tried his best to forget the beautiful emperor brother. At this moment, he only needs to keep his anger towards Usman in his heart, only in this way can he survive.

It was late at night, and Yan was lying on his side facing the wall and using his arm as a pillow.

Ilya said that it is not the storm season yet, and only in autumn can he experience the truly terrifying place in the Tower of Death Row. A sandstorm

More than half of the death row prisoners could be taken away, and all of them were buried alive in the sand.

Hearing these words, Yan's scalp became numb, and he couldn't fall asleep tonight.

"Crack, creak..." Even though Ilya walked up the wall carefully, Yan still heard the noise of the wall ladder being stepped on.

It's been three days, and every time Yan wakes up, he can see Ilya shaking the food bag in his hand with a smile on his face.

With clean water and food, although the portion is small, Yan feels much more comfortable, but the day is too hot, people are almost scorched, and it is hard to last until night, Yan is exhausted and falls asleep, not caring about other things at all things.

But tonight Yan got up, seeing Ilya's petite figure dangling on the wall ladder, Yan thought: "It's really hard for him."

Yan doesn't plan to sleep anymore, he wants to guard Ilya, if Ilya falls, he can reach out to catch her.

Yan thought that Ilya would stand on the wall ladder, waiting for the guard to hand down the food bag, but with a "bang", the iron door opened upwards, and the fellow guard stood there, urging Ilya to move faster.

Elijah responded and crawled out.

Yan noticed that Elijah looked down, Yan was in the shadows, he couldn't see.

The guard smiled and said something, although it was in Xiliang dialect, but the accent was too strong, Yan couldn't hear it clearly, only heard Ilya replied: "I know." Then he followed the fellow guard and left.

Yan couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Ilya came back just before dawn with a food bag tied around his waist.

"Are you awake?" Ilya was surprised to see Yan awake.

"I didn't sleep." Yan said, with two spots of black marks on his eyes.

Elijah untied the food bag, handed it to Yan and said, "That's right, let's have breakfast together."

"I don't want it." Yan frowned, "How did this food come from?"

"I said it was..."

"Ilya," Yan interrupted, "I thought about it all night last night. Yes, I don't understand the customs of your tribe, but people are good or bad regardless of race. Your fellow countryman is not a good guy at first glance. He How can you give you food because you are afraid of the patriarch?"

"The stranger..." Ilya sighed, "You're right, he really doesn't want to give it."

"That?"

"I exchanged it with him for something else."

"Other things?" Yan looked at Ilya, food is more precious than jewelry here, how can he have anything valuable to exchange for food?

"Don't look at me like I'm lying," Ilya said angrily, "I'm your savior."

"Sorry." Yan looked away.

"...It's jute branches. After I was caught, there were still some jute branches scattered and hidden at home. Every time I told him a hiding place, he would give me water and food." Ilya said, "That's it. "

"Is there really nothing else?"

"What else do you think?" Elijah giggled.

"This... I can't say it." Yan felt a headache that was about to split, and couldn't help pinching his forehead.As soon as the sky dawned, scorching heat came from all directions, and he stayed up all night in the cold night, exhausting his energy greatly.

Yan rubbed the center of his brows red, and said in a hoarse voice, "I just don't want to trouble you."

"We were imprisoned in the same place, and there is no such thing as anyone being implicated." Ilya shook his head and sighed.

Yan still frowned, like a lump in his heart, which made him always have a bad feeling, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Perhaps, as Elijah said, it was just food exchanged with jute sticks.

Yan didn't eat the food that Ilya brought, his headache was so bad that he lost his appetite.

"What's the matter with you?" Ilya saw Yan's face pale.

"I'm fine." Yan smiled, "Just sleep a little longer."

Since coming here, sleeping has become a life-saving talisman for Yan.No matter where he feels uncomfortable, he will feel much better after a night of sleep. This is thanks to his usual practice of martial arts and his good body.

"Okay, you go to bed first." Ilya put away the food bag for the time being, and watched Yan lay down on his side against the wall.

This time I slept until it was dark.

Yan opened his eyes and felt that his head was not hurting so much. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the sound of the iron door opening above his head.

Someone came down, with heavy steps, a strong man, and his pressure made the wall ladder make a crackling sound.

The sawdust kept falling and fell behind Yan, Yan remained calm and continued to lie down.

After the man came to the bottom of the pit, he walked behind Yan slowly, as if he was checking his movements, Yan closed his eyes and thought to himself: "Assassin?"