This is a drainage outlet. If the river water rises and flows through the big hole, the water will flow directly out of the city from the drainage outlet to prevent the river from rushing into the streets and damaging residents' houses.

There are countless drainage channels like this in Yujing City, densely packed, like spider webs scattered throughout the city.

As long as someone is interested in opening some of these holes, it will form an excellent hiding point.

Indra and his tribes hid underneath.

That is why they can appear without being noticed without being discovered.

They not only use complex labyrinth-like passages to hide and hide their tracks, but also use these passages to go where they want to go.

In addition, they will rarely take action without a task, which is why Yujing City cannot find out so tightly with such strict defense.

There are also people around Indra's side who can control Mingzhu and Huihui, so even if their noses are more powerful than dog spirits, they still can't find it here.

In one of the wide secret rooms, Indra was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and the enchanting woman in red was healing him.

"Changsun Tao's skill is so high that he can even hurt his master."

Indra sneered: "He has the Chunjun Sword, otherwise he would be just a reckless man."

The woman continued: "Master, you must have to recover from injuries in recent days. Your skills have not recovered. If you have more injuries, I am afraid that my subordinates will have no choice."

Indra looked up at the woman beside him and suddenly said, "Hongjiang, time passes so fast, and the corners of your eyes are covered with patterns."

The woman named Hongjiang stroked the corners of her eyes nervously and sighed: "Time is forbidden. Many years have passed since her subordinates defected to southern Xinjiang. I think you are the master."

Indrama retracted his gaze, his voice was so cold that it was not as cold as in the world: "So many years have passed, you should be clear about your position and don't point fingers at me. If it weren't for your hard work and great contributions, your fate would be the same as him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Indra raised his left hand forward, clasped his claws, and then someone was "sucked" over.

He tightly grabbed the man's neck and slowly tightened it, and the man's vitality continued to flow to his arms.

He threw the man on the ground hard until the man became haggard, as if he had lost his water.

Indrama smiled strangely: "Master imprisoned me in a secret realm. After more than ten years of life and death struggle, facing one evil thing after another, I also let me practice this evil skill."

"Let them be proud for a while. When I recover my skills, Changsun Tao will be just an insignificant weak ant in front of me."

Hong Jiang lowered her head. Under such an evil martial art, she had no ability to resist. She had no choice but to obey, and she didn't want to choose.

After all, this is a man she betrays everything and wants to follow. Her existence is higher than anything else, including her life.

Seeing that Hongjiang finally became honest, Di Shitian stopped looking at Hongjiang - he knew what this woman was thinking, but he didn't accept this kindness more than twenty years ago, and now he doesn't know what he is thinking.

He had no interest in women who could only obey.

Somehow, a figure under the crabapple tree appeared in his mind, and his heart was soon occupied by jealousy, and his reason was burned by hatred.

Why?

Why can Feng Che have such a clean and pure woman?!

When he seized Su Yun in the past, he did not have such deep jealousy, because he knew that Su Yun first came into contact with Feng Che to make use of Feng Che.

Although they fell in love later, Su Yun did not stop using Feng Che. It was an unpure affection, and he was not so jealous that he was crazy.

Even when Su Yun called Feng Che's name during Huanhao, he could control his emotions.

At this moment, when he thought of the red crabapple, the quiet and warm picture, and the bowl of small porridge that warmed his stomach, he was so jealous that he gritted his teeth and couldn't control it.

He knocked Hong Jiang overturned the medicine and handed him the wounded medicine, kicked the table and chairs in the secret room, and flicked his sleeves and left.

Hong Jiang followed him silently, but after walking for a long distance, he was almost hit by an iron gate.

Hongjiang bit her lower lip hard, looked at the tightly closed iron door, but she didn't have the courage to open it.

When Indra was out of the tunnel, he had already arrived outside Yujing City. It was raining heavily. He walked into the forest in the rain and pushed open the door of the broken temple.

There was a group of people in the temple sheltered from the rain, and there was a warm fire inside.

Looking at the people dressed like a guard of a wealthy family, and the one surrounded by them was an old lady who looked about fifty years old.

The guard noticed the arrival of Indra and drew his sword and pointed it at him: "Who?"

Indra Shy smiled contemptuously, but said to the old lady: "Mother, do you want to keep your son out again as before?"

The old lady suddenly looked up and saw the face wet by the rain. She was stunned for a long time before she got up tremblingly, was supported by the close-up nanny, and walked to him staggeringly.

The old lady was determined to reach out to caress the face that made her dreamy but felt guilty, but in the end she felt guilty because she felt guilty.

It took a long time until tears hang on her eyes that her mute and weak voice rang out: "Everyone is going to guard the door, and the old man has something to say to his old friend."

When there were only two people left in the room, the old lady hurriedly put a big cloak on her son who was much taller than her, and said with her lips trembling: "Child, you are still alive... you are still alive..."

Indra threw her cloak on the ground and laughed so hard that he laughed: "Old friend? Haha! I'm afraid that people will know that I am your son? Stop pretending, I'm dead or alive, how have you ever been in charge? Have you ever been uneasy in your conscience for so many years?"

"I know exactly what kind of people, snakes and rats in the Feng family are, and I know everything. There is no need to pretend in front of me. It's really disgusting."

The old lady looked at the cloak that was thrown on the ground casually, and her turbid eyes rolled out from tears. She was heartbroken and heartbroken, and guilt broke her heart and tormented her heart.

She tried to explain: "I didn't know about your existence before, but later they told me that you were a liar used by the life master to deceive the Feng family's property, so that I would not be deceived."

"It was not until your father's words after drinking that made me suspicious, and later I kept investigating and connecting all the characters involved in the delivery that year to silence you, and slowly confirmed you..."

Indra was interrupted impatiently: "From the moment when the Feng family broke my legs and hands and threw them out like a dog, I had nothing to do with the Feng family."

"Put it away, don't make excuses. You knew everything back then, but in order to please your husband, you pretended nothing happened..."

"Forget it, I don't want to get old accounts. The people of your Feng family are so disgusting. I want to vomit when I mention the past. I even want to vomit even when I smell my own blood."

"I hate this body and hair, the blood flowing under the flesh, and everything about you. So, I ask you to put away this hypocritical maternal love, and this face is really disgusting."

The old lady was so scolded by him that she looked embarrassed and looked embarrassed. She looked full of pain and guilt. She wanted to comfort her son who was unrecognizable, but she could do nothing.

She swallowed all the grievances and choked and said, "You won't happen to come here, what are you asking for me?"

Indra looked at his biological mother, the sad and hateful woman, and sneered, "This is your true face. Don't forget that the play is for fools. And I am not a fool."

After a pause, Indra said, "Don't you feel guilty for me? Don't you want to compensate me? I don't need any of your so-called maternal love and belated care. If you really want to compensate me, you will help me get someone."

The old lady never asked for a possibility of reconciliation with her son, but even if she only eased the relationship a little, she was willing. She asked in a trembling voice: "Who?"
Chapter completed!