novelraw Chapter 202 Prison Robbery
Chapter 202 Prison Robbery
"It's already three quarters, it seems that I have slept for a long time."
The handsome man put his hand on the wound on his forehead and rubbed it slightly, trying to dispel the dull pain in his head.The wound on the forehead was deep and long, almost reaching his eyes. It was lucky that his eyes were not injured.
The moonlight that leaked in from the small window was very bright and clear, shining on the face of the person with a jade-like paleness and coldness.
Fang Shaohan looked through the iron railing in front of the cell, and landed on the drowsy guard's back, his eyes were cold and hazy, which is rare.
Since he was young, he had an outstanding appearance, and he grew up with daughters like Xiufang, so it was inevitable that some people would gossip about him.These are nothing, and he doesn't care, as he grows older, these gossips will eventually fade away.However, after the failure of defending Chang'an this time, he was arrested along with many of Qixiu's teachers and sisters.There are many women in Qixiu, and most of them are beautiful. Some guards in the prison have evil thoughts when they see them.As a junior, or as a man, he naturally wanted to do everything possible to stand in front of his seniors so as not to humiliate them.
And the leader of the supervising army saw that he was born beautiful, so he wanted him to lie down on his body.Although Fang Shaohan is more beautiful than most women, his character is not weak.After realizing the vile thoughts of the supervisor, he naturally became violent, and he would rather fight to the death than suffer such humiliation.
Without a weapon in hand, and with injuries on his body, he was naturally captured by many supervisors. The leader of the supervisor sneered and whipped him. He was forced to bow his head at that time, so the braid hit him. At that time, he felt dizziness in his head, and was dragged back to the cell for several days. His head was aching, and he often fell asleep without knowing it.
Later, people from the Red Clothes Sect came, because they wanted to lure female disciples from various sects to join the sect, these supervising soldiers appeared to be a bit honest, and Qixiu's teachers and sisters were finally safe for the time being.
Now that the agreed time had come, the anger and killing intent that had been suppressed so hard could no longer be contained.
"What are you looking at? Bah, little boy, Master Rabbit! Do you still want to eat the whip?"
Probably because Fang Shaohan's gaze was too obvious, the guard noticed something, so he yawned and turned around to threaten him.
Regarding the guard's behavior, Fang Shaohan just smiled coldly, then raised his head to look at the pale moon hook outside the window, not intending to pay attention to the guard's meaning.
Seeing that the hot beauty didn't intend to talk to anyone, the guard turned his head bored and continued to yawn.
The pale moonlight shone on the earth, but the night that was supposed to be quiet was full of chaos. The firelight in the west of the city had already illuminated a small half of the sky, and even the prison could see the sky that was reflected orange.
After midnight is the most peaceful time of the day, and it is also the most tiring time for those who have worked all day, especially for those who are in such a boring position as guards. The overseer has left for more than half, and even the patrol team is much less , so the tiredness caused by this boring silence is even more obvious-the guards everywhere are yawning lightly.
A team of equally absent-minded patrols passed by, and the guard in front of Qixiu's disciple's cell yawned lightly. However, the moment he yawned and closed his eyes, a black figure appeared behind him, and the light of the knife flashed in the night. However, he and his companions entered the eternal sleep at the same time, without making a sound, only a bloodstain on the neck, showing what happened just now.
The black-clothed assassin has a head of shiny blond hair, but this blond hair is hidden in the same black hood. He has a big smile on his face and waves his hand in one direction. It doesn't look like he just killed someone at all. looks like:
"First step, perfect completion~"
After watching the whole scene, Qu Lingyin felt that it would be more efficient to hand over the matter of prison robbery to these Mingjiao disciples. If they go invisibly and give a knife, the other party will die before they even have time to react...
"...Your techniques are really skilled."
After thinking for a few seconds, Qu Lingyin, who couldn't think of anything, looked at Lu Hui's skillful movement of searching for the key on the guard, and finally choked out such a sentence.
However, the Mingjiao woman standing beside her glanced sideways at her before saying:
"We are professionals."
Melody: …
The cell door was opened, several Qixiu disciples in the cell quickly thanked, the moonlight poured down from above, everyone's face was a little blurred in the moonlight.
Fang Shaohan followed Bai Zhaoxue and thanked Lu Hui and the others. When he arrived at the door, Lu Hui looked at his empty hand and seemed to remember something, so he handed the sword Ling Xuyang gave him just now to Fang Shaohan:
"This is the sword of a Taoist priest Chunyang, let me borrow it from you first."
Fang Shaohan nodded silently, took the sword, and carried it on his back.
On the side, Yascaga got a large sword from nowhere, and handed it to the other Qixiu women:
"This is a weapon supported by Hidden Sword Villa, you guys should use it first."
Seeing so many weapons, Qu Lingyin finally couldn't help approaching Lu Hui, and asked in a low voice:
"You have extra weapons, so why did you take the Taoist sword just now?"
Lu Hui replied with an innocent smile:
"Ah? Didn't he give it on his own initiative?"
Qixiu's cell had been broken, and the rest of the people had to be rescued even more quickly. They had to be rescued before the supervising army in Xicheng realized something was wrong.
The patrol team walking back and forth soon returned here. Just as they were about to approach the Qixiu Prison, someone behind them stopped them. They looked back, and the red-clothed saint in gorgeous clothes and a large number of maids were looking at them. .
However, at the moment when they turned their heads, the lights of knives flashed in the night, and this group of patrols fell asleep. Their eyes were still open, and the last thing they saw in their eyes was the red-clothed saint. The hem of blood.
Qu Lingyin disguised herself as Tanxue, some Mingjiao disciples pretended to be her maids and followed behind her, and the other Mingjiao disciples with higher cultivation levels were hidden in front to explore the way. On the way to the innermost cell, they basically killed all the guards here, but the innermost guards haven't noticed anything wrong yet.
Changge Prison.
All the Changge disciples were sitting with their eyes closed, while a Changge man picked up the half-broken hairpin on the ground by the moonlight, and slowly tied up his loose hair again.
After tying up his hair, his eyes fell on the fragments of the broken piano in front of him, and a phoenix flying high was still faintly visible on the pattern on the piano.
The pattern on the Qin is Phoenix Qiuhuang, originally there were two phoenixes, but now there is only one left.
It's as if Jinniang has gone and he is the only one left.
The moonlight poured on the fragments of the piano, and the blurred scenery made his thoughts a little blurry.
He misses Changge a little, the water there, the books there, the time he spent with Jinniang, and his young disciple.
【Master, will you die? 】
The young disciple came to look for him the day before they went north, holding a scroll in his hand, and asked him something for the reason of asking the book, and in the end, he couldn't help asking what he cared most about.
The wind in Changge was very gentle. He could see the peach petals floating slowly in the wind, and he could also see the broken hair trembling with the wind on his disciple's forehead. His eyes turned to the disciple's still immature face. He turned his back , avoiding the hopeful eyes of the disciples:
[It is the day when everyone will die. 】
[As a teacher, there is nothing left to teach you, Zixuan, you have graduated. 】
[...Zixuan still has a lot of things he doesn't understand, please come back and ask Master to teach Zixuan well. 】
The young man tried his best to hide his sadness, and bowed solemnly to the person in front of him:
[Zixuan believes in destiny, so please take care of your master. 】
【...Zi and Zixuan will wait for Master and Mistress to return triumphantly in Changge. 】
The wind blows the light crimson petals from one end of the water corridor to the other.The big tree in front of Zhuxian Hall is like an eternal destiny, which repeats its fate of blooming and failing year after year.The petals danced in the air, and then slowly fell into the water, splashing tiny ripples. These ripples could not affect the entire lake in Changge, but after a short while, the ripples dissipated, and the lake was still as calm as a mirror.
In troubled times, the death of one person is like this ripple, which cannot shake the entire troubled world, but what about the death of a hundred people, a thousand people, or ten thousand people?
As long as there are enough influences, no matter how small, they can always condense into an extraordinary force.
Song Yan has always thought this way, and now he and Jin Niang are just doing the cornerstone first.
The author has something to say:
Fang Shaohan: As a straight man, is it my fault for being beautiful?
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