Shenghai Palace, Ji family dungeon.
His long gray hair was messy and spread down. Except for the Divine Palace point between his eyebrows, Ji Hong's Shenque point and Jianggong point were pierced by thick iron ropes and nailed to the ground firmly, making it impossible to use any of the profound energy in Xuanhai. .
Looking forward through the fine iron fence, in the smaller cell opposite, there is also a thin girl chained up with iron chains. Her body is covered with blood, and her little face covered with mud stains can no longer be seen. Every bit of beauty.
"Ji Quexue, stop pretending to be dead and get up to eat."
A Ji family guard in black came in carrying a cold wooden box. It took a lot of effort to open the dungeon door where Ji Quexue was, and his tone was quite impatient.
The wooden box was thrown in front of the girl very casually. A cold purple-black steamed bun and a few pickled vegetables that were deliberately placed until they became moldy fell out and scattered on the ground.
Ji Quexue moved slightly, the iron chain rattled, and a bone-piercing pain shot through his body.
Even ordinary people in the outer city of Taichu Ancient City couldn't eat this kind of moldy food, let alone her, the daughter of the head of the Ji family.
The black-clothed palace guard looked intently at Ji Quexue's dirty little face, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "What, Miss, don't you want to eat?"
While talking, he got closer and closer.
Ji Quexue suddenly raised his head and stared at the black-clothed palace guard with bloodshot eyes, which caught him off guard and startled him.
"If you dare to touch her, I will kill you."
A hoarse and unpleasant voice reached his ears, and the black-clad palace guard looked back. Ji Hong in the cell opposite was looking at him with red eyes, full of murderous intent.
"Bah! Do you think you are still the superior head of the Ji family? You are just a prisoner!"
The palace guard pretended to be calm and spat hard at Ji Hong, but he also suppressed the unbearable thoughts in his heart.
Although Ji Hong couldn't move, he was once in the state of returning to his true state, so he might have some weird means.
If he was driven by lust to take advantage of Ji Quexue, Ji Hong might really kill him in anger. Competing with such a prisoner would not be worth the gain.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Ji Hong hatefully, not daring to touch Ji Quexue anymore. He turned around, locked the cell door, and left.
"Quexue, let's have something to eat. You can ignite the fire in your heart, but you are not as capable as I am."
Ji Hong's voice became hoarse.
Ji Quexue shook her head and closed her eyes.
Ji Hong sighed, with a look of extremely painful struggle in his eyes.
After a long time, he seemed to have finally decided on something, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Quexue, my father has done many wrong things in his life, and he has countless regrets and regrets. But this last thing, my father will not regret it."
Ji Hong spoke softly with a smile on his face.
After saying this, his body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. After just a few breaths, he became a skinny old man with gray hair. Even his breathing had an extremely unpleasant hoarse sound.
Ji Quexue raised her head as if aware of something, looked at Ji Hong who had changed greatly, and subconsciously said, "What did you do?"
Ji Hong shook his head and opened his mouth slightly, but only a hoarse whimper came out of his throat.
But his eyes were brighter than ever before, with a blazing flame burning faintly in them.
"Father, Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Ji Quexue's feelings for Ji Hong were extremely complicated. Even she herself didn't know whether she should hate him. Seeing Ji Hong like this, she was still a little touched in her heart.
The fire in Ji Hong's eyes manifested, gradually shed out of his body, and turned into a fire lotus shadow floating towards Ji Quexue.
When the fire in the heart is not extinguished, it is against the law of heaven to extinguish it and offer it to others.
Not only will the soul be shattered, but even the true spirit will collapse and completely dissipate between heaven and earth, with no chance of reincarnation.
Ji Quexue raised her head and looked at the fire lotus slowly blending into the Divine Palace point between her eyebrows. As her heart palpitated, a wisp of extremely pure profound energy condensed from the Divine Palace point and gradually flowed through the three major points. , thirty-six meridians.
When she looked at the cell opposite again, there was no trace of Ji Hong there.
The blood-stained steel cable hung down empty, with only a few wisps of smoke gradually drifting away and gradually annihilated into fine dust.
