What made Mu Chenxiao feel even more at sank was that Han Yi had never talked about this matter with him just now.

"What does the Holy Lord know?"

"What do you know?" Liunian suddenly smiled bitterly: "You should ask, she doesn't know what..."

It seemed that she suddenly felt Mu Chenxiao's breath was wrong, and she quickly said in a deep voice: "Although she knew something, she didn't think she would do anything... to do something bad for you..."

His voice suddenly paused, and his breathing became a little rapid in an instant. After a long time of stammering, he said in a hint of embarrassment: "How is she? Can you get out of bed now?"

"She's fine..." Mu Chenxiao quietly looked at the darkness, with a charming look: "The wound has recovered very well..."

"I'm sorry..." Liunian's voice suddenly trembled, and in the dark night, his voice felt even more guilty and apologized: "That day, I just felt that she had changed you too much. If this goes on for a long time, it would be bad for you, so I was obsessed with it for a moment, just..."

"She knows you are for my own good, so she doesn't blame you..." Mu Chenxiao's breath suddenly paused, stood tall, and looked at the darkness with a calm look: "Do you know what the Holy Lord asked Feng Qingcheng about?"

"It's the Book of Heaven..." Liunian's voice was a little helpless: "And what's happening between you..."

"You probably didn't say it? Otherwise, how could the Holy Lord lock you up here?"

"Yes..." Liunian sighed for a long time and smiled faintly: "I just told her that we are very sure that Feng Qingcheng has no heavenly books. As for the story between you, I suggest that she ask you in person... The Holy Lord locked me up in anger..."

"But she didn't tell me anything..." Mu Chenxiao's eyebrows suddenly shrank, and his stern eyes slowly looked at Liunian in the dark: "She does things quickly and likes to follow the truth. This time she saw me, she didn't mention Feng Qingcheng's affairs..."

"Oh..." Liunian suddenly let out a low voice, and then he instinctively stopped speaking, without a trace of sound.

But the more this happens, the more he seems to be guilty.

Mu Chenxiao's eyes slowly stepped forward with a rising and falling look, and the shadows overflowed in the dark pool: "What did you think of?"

"Nothing..." Liunian's voice suddenly smiled cheerfully: "I mean, if the Holy Lord did not mention it to you actively, I think it was not a big deal, so I took the initiative to ignore it..."

...

As the light caught my eyes again, Feng Qingcheng's eyes seemed a little confused, and his cracked lips opened with bloody mouths, dripping blood. His lips opened lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his words could only be hoarse and recalled in his throat, but he could not say a word.

Su Qianguo noticed Feng Qingcheng's weak look, and sneered and raised her chin with a proud look.

"Feng Qingcheng, I didn't expect you to have today, right?"

She suddenly held Feng Qingcheng's wrist strongly and pulled down forcefully. In the quiet stone chamber, there were clearly sounds of friction.

That was the sound of the iron chain rubbing through the bones where Feng Qingcheng's wrist.

The pain was in the bone marrow, and life was worse than death. It was just about Feng Qingcheng's current feeling... What made Mu Chenxiao feel even more deeply that Han Yi had never talked about this matter with him just now.

"What does the Holy Lord know?"

"What do you know?" Liunian suddenly smiled bitterly: "You should ask, she doesn't know what..."

It seemed that she suddenly felt Mu Chenxiao's breath was wrong, and she quickly said in a deep voice: "Although she knew something, she didn't think she would do anything... to do something bad for you..."

His voice suddenly paused, and his breathing became a little rapid in an instant. After a long time of stammering, he said in a hint of embarrassment: "How is she? Can you get out of bed now?"

"She's fine..." Mu Chenxiao quietly looked at the darkness, with a charming look: "The wound has recovered very well..."

"I'm sorry..." Liunian's voice suddenly trembled, and in the dark night, his voice felt even more guilty and apologized: "That day, I just felt that she had changed you too much. If this goes on for a long time, it would be bad for you, so I was obsessed with it for a moment, just..."

"She knows you are for my own good, so she doesn't blame you..." Mu Chenxiao's breath suddenly paused, stood tall, and looked at the darkness with a calm look: "Do you know what the Holy Lord asked Feng Qingcheng about?"

"It's the Book of Heaven..." Liunian's voice was a little helpless: "And what's happening between you..."

"You probably didn't say it? Otherwise, how could the Holy Lord lock you up here?"

"Yes..." Liunian sighed for a long time and smiled faintly: "I just told her that we are very sure that Feng Qingcheng has no heavenly books. As for the story between you, I suggest that she ask you in person... The Holy Lord locked me up in anger..."

"But she didn't tell me anything..." Mu Chenxiao's eyebrows suddenly shrank, and his stern eyes slowly looked at Liunian in the dark: "She does things quickly and likes to follow the truth. This time she saw me, she didn't mention Feng Qingcheng's affairs..."

"Oh..." Liunian suddenly let out a low voice, and then he instinctively stopped speaking, without a trace of sound.

But the more this happens, the more he seems to be guilty.

Mu Chenxiao's eyes slowly stepped forward with a rising and falling look, and the shadows overflowed in the dark pool: "What did you think of?"

"Nothing..." Liunian's voice suddenly smiled cheerfully: "I mean, if the Holy Lord did not mention it to you actively, I think it was not a big deal, so I took the initiative to ignore it..."

...

As the light caught my eyes again, Feng Qingcheng's eyes seemed a little confused, and his cracked lips opened with bloody mouths, dripping blood. His lips opened lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his words could only be hoarse and recalled in his throat, but he could not say a word.

Su Qianguo noticed Feng Qingcheng's weak look, and sneered and raised her chin with a proud look.

"Feng Qingcheng, I didn't expect you to have today, right?"

She suddenly held Feng Qingcheng's wrist strongly and pulled down forcefully. In the quiet stone chamber, there were clearly sounds of friction.

That was the sound of the iron chain rubbing through the bones where Feng Qingcheng's wrist.
Chapter completed!