"When I withdrew my troops, I heard that Nanqiong had removed you from the disciple's list. Your master Baili Fengjian personally issued a red wanted order to arrest you-" Xiao Jin said sarcastically, "Jing Che, you are still at this time because they insisted. Think about it, I feel heartbroken for you."

Jing Che's face was shrouded in the red fire, and he lowered his eyes and stared at the sword spikes that were exposed in his hand, with an extremely calm expression: "Are you planting a spy in the Nanqiong?"

Xiao Jin laughed arrogantly: "Or what do you think Yu Xi got the news and could use suicide to open the blood array on the day of the wedding?"

She gritted her teeth and said nothing. She had been unable to understand what Yu Xi's death was. Now she finally learned from Xiao Jin that the charge had been detained, and she could not defend herself at all. She had known that she would not be able to turn the world back if she had known.

"The Zhenyi tribe you want to protect is wanting you, but Lincang you hate can protect you. You refuse to surrender to me, and you don't please me, so you have to be so stupid?"

"I have done so many stupid things." Jing Che replied coldly.

And suddenly I recalled the sudden recollection of Baili Kazuma once jokingly in her ear: "You are so stupid that I want to cry."

At that time, the heat he blew in her ears intoxicating, as if it was yesterday. But after all, it was separated by mountains and seas, and there was a layer of change in things and people. She suffered all the torture for his world, but he brought her to the position of evil and traitors, and wanted to arrest her.

And her persistence was just because of her conscience that she refused to destroy. Even if she hated him, she knew that she could not let down her tribe members.

"I don't care if you want to waste with me. I have time," Xiao Jin smiled sinisterly. "You are trapped here with ** Shenxi, so you can't make trouble, which will save me a lot of worry."

Xiao Jin stood up and left. This time, unexpectedly, he did not torture people with any cruel means. He just urged Si Ming and said, "From today on, there is no need to give her any privileges. She must not miss what others should do - let her die when she should die."

Si Ming nodded, sent Xiao Jin away, and took Jing Che back to prison.

Jing Che followed Si Ming expressionlessly, and when he passed by the murder site, Si Ming stopped.

A small stone window opened on the rock wall on the right, and you can see the situation inside when you look in here. Si Ming ordered Jing Che to turn around and look. Jing Che turned a deaf ear. He then pressed Jing Che's back of his head, forcibly pressing her face over, forcing her to look inside.

There were all kinds of noises in the murder field, screams, blades of handover, and flesh and blood shattering. In order to protect themselves and to survive here, everyone was red in their eyes.

Just nearby, a young man with a childish look on his face, Jing Che clearly saw the panic on his face, and the next second, he was cut off by a person behind him. A fresh life may hold all the hopes of a family outside, but it is worthless here.

His face was still empty and there was no expression, but Jing Che's body seemed to be trying hard to suppress his tremor.

After watching for a long time, the force on Si Ming's hand gradually loosened.

Losing support, Jing Che staggered and fell out a step, tears oozing from his expressionless face, and he couldn't stop it.

"Submit General Xiao, you can leave the place immediately. Or, as you just saw, you must enter the murder field to kill people every day. Don't want to die, you will find how naive you are."

Si Ming turned around and walked to the front, sent Jing Che back to the prison, and the big lock fell down.

When Hua Ruyan saw Jing Che coming back, she reluctantly smiled at her, then the corners of her mouth drooped, and she murmured: "Xiao Shiba, do you know that we will enter the murder field tomorrow."

Jing Che turned a blind eye and rolled over the quilt to cover his head.

On the second day, Jing Che and everyone entered the murder field.

The dagger was held in her hand, but she just shrank in the corner and did not move. The figures in front of her were dazzling, fighting sounds were everywhere, blood splashed all over the rocks, covering one layer with layers of white bones, all of which were sacrifices from this area.

At this time, a fierce sword light was slashed in front of him, and Jing Che was still huddled there, not avoiding or dodging.

It would be easier to die. If you die, you no longer need to stick to her ridiculous dignity. She doesn't want to kill people, she doesn't want to become a real sinner with blood in her hands. At that time, she will never be able to explain to him again.

"Shining" sounded, the sword that was lying down was separated. Hua Ruyan pulled Jing Che to avoid it, and asked breathlessly: "Xiao Shiba, why don't you hide!"

Jing Che glanced at her anxious face, but shook her hand away with her backhand and said coldly: "You want to care about me."

Hua Ruyan was angry and anxious, but she didn't want to throw away Jing Che, so she had to protect her by her side.

There was no danger until the hour came and the gate of the murder field opened, both of them were still alive.

Jing Che didn't appreciate it at all. He left Hua Ruyan and walked straight forward. Hua Ruyan was bored and simply ignored her.

At night, everything in the Shura Field was silent. Outside, a handful of fire spread out the shadows and hit the quilt. Jing Che couldn't sleep all night, and seemed to sense a tremor in a trance.

"Hey?" Jing Che shouted to Hua Ruyan with a suppressed voice, but the question was like a rock sinking into the sea. He walked around the prison for several times and then fell silent.

Hua Ruyan is still shaking very hard.

Jing Che reached out and found that her forehead was so hot, her lips were burning pale, and the corners of her lips were slightly closed: "Water..."

Groping out of the darkness, trying to pour a glass of water for her, he turned the kettle back and poured it hard a few times, confirming that the kettle was empty.

The prison was only supplied with water twice a day, but after drinking it, it was gone. Jing Che had no choice but to look at Hua Ruyan, who was trembling all over, and turned back onto the bed, and ignored him.

After a moment of silence towards the darkness, Jing Che tried to close his eyes, but his consciousness became more and more awake. Even though he was carrying his back, Hua Ruyan protected her and killed someone for her during the day. At this time, she was chill all over, and her pale lips clearly overlapped in front of her.

Even if you ignore it deliberately, you can't escape the condemnation of your conscience. Maybe no one wants to refuse to be warmed, so you still have remnants of everything.

Jing Che stood up again, walked to the prison door and shouted outside, "Is anyone?"

A call passed by, and after a while someone came over cursing. The light of torches came over. The iron chain wrapped around the prison door and bypassed it. The sleepy jailer walked in: "What's the noise in the middle of the night!"

Jingche tried hard to make his voice sound softer: "I'm having a fever in the fifteenth century, can you give me some water?"

The prison guard scolded: "What's the matter if you have a fever? People die every day here. Don't bother me in the middle of the night!"
Chapter completed!