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Now, even the door of the prison does not need to be opened, which is very convenient. Anyway, eating too much for dying people is a waste. If it is not for the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, Zhao Gaozhen died in the prison, and they are also responsible.

"Let's go."

At this point, the other palace slave was also helpless, but it was indeed convenient. Feeling the extremely cold atmosphere here, he hurriedly left.

The footsteps quickly went away.

The entire underground three-story prison once again returned to a different kind of silence.

Looking at the steamed bun a foot away in front of him, and at a little soup next to the prison railing, Zhao Gao, whose hands and feet were chained, moved his body with difficulty.

It has been like this for several months, and the energy and spirit of the whole body have long been exhausted. If it is not for the last ray of hope, it will no longer be what it is now. Although the iron chain is heavy, as long as I am not dead, there is still hope for everything.

After more than ten breaths, holding the cold and hard cornbread in his hand, Zhao Gao bit hard, chewed, and swallowed it, although it tasted..., no, it didn't taste much.

Cough cough cough...

Suddenly, the extremely hard cornbread stuck in his throat, and a series of painful coughing sounds came out. Zhao Gao, who was already sore all over his body, felt his body ache more and more.

His dull eyes looked into the distance, and by the light of the torch, the bowl of soup was still there. Immediately, holding the cornbread in one hand, his body moved to the side of the railing again with difficulty.

As long as you don't die now, there is still hope for everything. If the king doesn't kill himself now, it means that there is still a little old love in his heart.

And...that was the day when I turned around.

When I walk out of Yongxiang, everything will still have a chance.

It's just... After half a stick of incense, Zhao Gao moved with all his strength, and managed to move two feet behind the bowl of soup, unable to touch the bowl of soup that had completely cooled down at this moment.

Stretch out one hand as hard as you can, and get closer.

Stretch out one leg as hard as you can, and get closer.

……

After all, he still couldn't hold the bowl of soup in front of him.

I don't know how long has passed.

The chained figure lay powerlessly on the dark and damp ground, half of the cornbread in his hand was left unfinished, and in the soup bowl not far away, a mouthful of cloudy soup became colder and colder.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhao Gao, who fell into a shallow coma, breathed out, and he seemed to smell the smell of meat, as if he smelled the smell of fine wine, could it be that he was dreaming?

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he returned to the past.

But... After getting familiar with it, I felt a little strange, the breath became more and more intense, it was right beside me, and... my consciousness told me, that... was not a dream.

Suddenly, the head suddenly lifted up, and the dark void in front of his eyes suddenly brightened a little. According to his gaze, a piece of steaming hot fat sheep's leg appeared in front of him, and there was a small altar of unsealed wine beside him.

"……,Who are you?"

His eyes flickered, and he moved to the figure next to those two things. He was covered in black, covered by a cloak, and tall and tall. He just stood in the prison, and he didn't know when the prison was opened.

"Do you... want to live, or die?"

The man in black just stood quietly in front of Zhao Gao, looking down, looking at Zhao Gao who was in a state of distress and dying, his words were calm but mixed with a different meaning.

"Who are you……?"

Zhao Gao's voice was a little louder, and he struggled to sit up. Deep in his eyes, the man in black... unexpectedly came here without a sound, opened the prison door, and brought such things.

Is it my friend?

No, I don't have any friends. I have been in the palace for many years, and I have been serving the king all the time. How can I have friends!

Is it your own enemy?

Enemies don't do that.

But... who is this person?

"Did Ningxiang Beauty not mention me to you?"

The man in black smiled lightly, but did not report his family name.

"..."

"Ningxiang beauty!"

"Could it be..., Could it be... It's you!"

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In an instant, Zhao Gao's powerless and lifeless eyes narrowed suddenly.

It's him!

Absolutely him!

In Xianyang, among Zhu Xia, among the many recent incidents, there is only one person who can contact Ningxiang beauty, one of the four evil generals in the past, and now, he is probably the only one left .

Waiting for the bloody clothes!Xinzheng was killed!

Emerald Tiger on the Stone!Xinzheng was killed!

Blue sea tide banshee!Not long ago, he was gifted to death by the king!