"However, it's useless to tell you so much. Let's get ready quickly." Rexy said, standing up suddenly.
But Tan Jiajia was shocked because she saw that Rexy's abdomen had been disemboweled.
The pink meat was turned outside, the ribs were cut off, and the internal organs were wrapped in a transparent film. As he walked, blood surged like a tide.
It feels like just a handful of cumin is enough to roast it.
In order to stop my distorted attention, and the visual impact of the blurred flesh and blood is too great
, Tan Jiajia only glanced at it, then turned back and followed Rexi.
But curiosity still made her ask:
"With such a serious injury, why don't you call your brother to help? Just the two of us?"
Rexy said without looking back: "It's okay. I should have found a place to heal, but then it would be too late. As for that kid Sika, I didn't count on him at all."
After a moment of silence, Tan Jiajia suddenly said: "Rixy, you are really worried about Sayanata. You are obviously so seriously injured, but you are still working so hard."
"Haha." Rexy suddenly laughed. "Miss, don't take it for granted. We demons never do anything unprofitable. The reason why I want to save Sayanata is entirely because she is still useful to me."
When Tan Jiajia heard this, she lowered her eyes and said softly: "Really?"
"That's right, so don't compare us with inferior creatures like you."
Tan Jiajia paused, while Rexy in front was still talking about the nobility of the demons, completely ignoring the other party's livid face.
"Well, since you are so powerful, you must be able to rescue her even without me. Then I'll go, bye!"
By the time Rexi realized the gunpowder in the other person's tone, Tan Jiajia had already turned her head and walked in another direction.
And he could only watch the man walking further and further away, and shouted unwillingly: "Don't go, we still need your fire to trap the Archbishop."
"Oh, is it so?"
Seeing that the other party had indeed stopped, Rexy nodded quickly.
However, before he could be happy for too long, he saw the woman throwing a ball of fire at him and saying, "Then I'll give you some as a gift."
Rexy couldn't dodge, and her tail was lifted by the fire.
………
That night.
dungeon.
Sayanata sat quietly in the prison alone, but this environment was obviously much better than what she had seen before. After experiencing the intimidation incident, the Archbishop sent someone to clean the cell thoroughly before putting Shayanatha back in.
Since then, Sayanatha has maintained a dignified sitting posture, and until now, it seems that she has not even blinked. This was some kind of ban imposed on her by the Archbishop to prevent her from acting recklessly again.
For the jailers in the prison, such a Sayanatha undoubtedly gives them a lot of peace of mind.
After the night patrol, the jailers took away a lamp hanging from her place, and Sayanatha was suddenly plunged into darkness, with only her unique pair of eyes glowing dimly in the darkness.
Soon after, something seemed to break in.
"What are you doing here?"
Sayanatha suddenly made a sound.
"Princess, are you okay?"
A man responded. "I came here to see you. That damn person has set up a ban around here and my little darlings can't come. I can only keep you wronged for a while longer."
Faced with this man's concern, Sayanata only said lightly: "I'm fine."
But the man suddenly began to complain about the surrounding environment: "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at this place, it's really unbearable. Please be patient a little longer, and I will definitely rescue you."
"It doesn't matter, I can do it anywhere." Sayanata said softly. "How did you go about what I asked you to do?"
"That...I have handed the thing to the female mage as you asked. However, I am really curious about what kind of treasure it is. After the woman got it, she was able to scare Sika into that state. Virtue. Hee hee hee hee."
Sayanatha closed her eyes, stopped talking, and seemed to be falling asleep. The man who spoke also disappeared after receiving no response.
Time passed by minute by second, and when Sayanata opened her eyes again, she saw the Archbishop standing outside the iron window.
He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, his brows furrowed, as if shrouded in a mass of unbreakable sadness. This was an expression he rarely showed, but Sayanata didn't care because she found that she could move.
This discovery made her feel a lot better, and she greeted the person opposite as usual:
"Good evening, Archbishop. It's really touching that you came to visit me. But it's a pity that I have nothing good to entertain you here."
Her tone was very relaxed, as if the place she was in was not a prison.
Faced with Sayanata's cynicism, the Archbishop ignored him, pushed open the iron door and walked in.
"Why? Did you fall asleep just now?"
His steps were heavy, just like his face.
Sayanata covered her mouth and smiled: "What's that expression on your face, Archbishop? You have deprived me of my personal freedom. Is it possible that you also want to take away my right to sleep?"
Saying this, Sayanata seemed to have remembered something and chuckled: "No way, are you coming here, Archbishop..." Halfway through her words, she looked at the scroll in the Archbishop's hand, The meaning is self-evident.
"After so many years, I am tired of this trick. Archbishop, please come back."
As she spoke, she turned around, leaving only her back to him.
"Interesting." The archbishop's expression had returned to his previous calmness, and he put the scroll into his cuffs.
"You have become so confident because of that oriental woman. It's really interesting. The 'immortal man' plus that strange magical flame is indeed qualified to fight with me. However, just based on this, still far from enough."
Sayanata covered her mouth: "You are the one who is really confident."
"Your Highness, don't be willful anymore. The gallows has been set up. If you really want to go against me, you will be burned to death by those ignorant people after dawn. They will not remember who brought all this."
At this point, his tone became softer: "If you are willing, I..."
"I do not want to!"
Sayanata suddenly screamed. She turned around and roared at the archbishop with a hysterical expression: "I am already a dead person. Death is for me, so why should I be afraid?"
This was the first time she had yelled out of control like this, and her cheeks, which were flushed with anger, added a healthy sense of vitality to her.
The archbishop said with a gloomy face: "Now that you say you are not afraid of death, who asked me to save you in the first place?"
Sayanata calmed down her mood, sat down again, and lowered her eyes: "I have never asked you for anything. You are doing everything on your own. Madman."
Perhaps the last two words stimulated him, and the Archbishop's expression changed.
The next second, he had arrived in front of Sayanata, grabbed her neck with one hand, and lifted her up.
