"Jiu'er, sit down for a while."

Little Cherry pulled up a chair.

Feng Jiuer nodded and sat down.

"Seventh Madam, I'm not familiar with everything here. Please play for a while."

Next, just watch the show! "Okay."

The seventh lady doesn't care either.

She was not in a hurry.

Soon, four guards pushed the prison cart over.

On the prison car sat something that was neither human nor ghost.

The clothes were newly changed, and no injuries could be seen on his body, but almost no part of his exposed skin was intact.

The man was sitting in a prison car shaped like a chair, his whole body tied up and his head hanging down.

It had only been a few days since Feng Jiuer last saw Lang Yu, but she didn't expect him to look like this.

However, Feng Jiuer would not have the heart to pity an extremely cruel person.

"Lang Yu, are you dead?"

The seventh lady looked at the man in the prison car and said coldly.

"Pour some salt water on him and see if he's dead?"

"don't want!"

Hearing that he was about to be doused with salt water again, Lang Yu raised his head.

Under the messy long hair, there was a face so pale that there was no blood at all.

"Are you awake?"

The seventh lady stared at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Lang Yu, it's all your own fault that you're like this. You can't blame anyone else."

"Look up and see, who is this?"

Madam Seven looked back at Feng Jiuer again.
Chapter completed!