Song Jianqiu personally picked up the prisoner, but did not take Lu Fan outside the Black Water Dungeon, but took him to another prison.

The cage is dim and it is impossible to see the specific situation inside.

But Lu Fan could still feel that there was a person standing behind this iron gate.

"Are you really going to joke with me?"

"Look for someone who is locked in a dead cell and say he can save me."

"Don't you think the joke you are making is not funny at all?"

Lu Fan knew that he was in danger tomorrow, and he might even die in this dark prison tonight, so he said without any concealment:

“m.”

"hehe."

Song Jianqiu smiled rarely on his face: "I brought the person. You can talk about whatever you want, but if you don't want him to die too badly, you'd better shorten the time so that he can have enough time to repair his injuries."

He seemed to be talking to the man inside the iron gate: "I'll come to see you in half an hour."

Song Jianqiu opened the gate of the iron prison and signaled Lu Fan to go in, then turned around and left.

The light suddenly dimmed after entering the gate.

A figure also appeared in his sight.

That was a back view.

Wearing a uniform similar to Zhongshan suit, he is tall and majestic, with a meticulous bun, looking vaguely, giving people a feeling of being pressed down on the top of Mount Tai.

However, what attracted Lu Fan's attention was that he carried it on his shoulders, and the solemn trotters were two ancient Venus stars.

"Northern Army Military Ranking?"

Lu Fan took a breath, but it was implicated injuring the body and couldn't help but grin.

"You're here."

The sound of his back talking was low and solemn.

With endless majesty and solemnity.

Hearing this sound, Lu Fan was slightly stunned.

Then, the back in front of me slowly turned around. It was a face with a strong and vicissitudes of life.

"Lu, Jianping?"

Seeing this face, Lu Fan was shocked and stood there blankly.

He never dreamed that on the night before his death, in this dark and sunny dark dungeon, even the top ten ancient martial arts families could not get involved, the first person he saw was actually him!

“Suffered.”

A loving smile appeared in Lu Jianping's majestic face: "I heard that in a few days, you have fought more than fifty games in a row, half win and half lost."

"This achievement is enough to be proud of the ancient martial arts world of China at your age."

"But even so, I know that if you weren't deliberately threatened by those prisoners, your brilliant achievements would be much more than that."

"So, I have killed all the guards and prisoners who have bullied you and assassinated you, and I have vented my anger for you."

"Will this feel better?"

Lu Fan didn't say anything. He looked at the middle-aged man in military uniform in front of him with a dumb look. He was not surprised. Lu Jianping would kill the dungeon guards who had done his best to humiliate him in these seven days for himself.

He was shocked. Why did this military uniform wear Lu Jianping?

Moreover, not only did he wear this military uniform, but more importantly, no one knew better than Lu Fan what the two ancient golden stars he carried on his shoulder meant.

Northern Frontier Army, Supreme Commander!

Lu Fan looked at Lu Jianping in disbelief. His whole body was trembling violently, and a trace of blood flowed out along the wounds all over his body, soaking his clothes and becoming dirty blood.

"How did you do it?"
Chapter completed!