The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

In the dark water prison, the sticky and damp ground was mixed with stinky blood.

You can even see dark green moss in the corner of the wall.

When walking on the ground, Song Lanyi could clearly feel the ferocious eyes of a lone wolf in the darkness.

It's just that as they gradually went deeper into the dungeon, these tyrannical and crazy gazes gradually decreased, and turned into calm scrutiny.

However, it was this kind of gaze that brought great pressure to Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu.

Even the prisoners behind them stepped cautiously.

As if afraid of awakening the dragon sleeping in the prison.

"Whoa!"

The iron chain rattled and shook.

The jailer pushed Song Lanyi from the back and pushed him directly into the cell.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes turned cold, but when she turned her head, she realized that the jailer seemed to have seen a ghost, and strode away. After walking a certain distance, he even flew away.

This posture is so embarrassing.

Zhu Mingshu narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw her sister frowning slightly, leaning against the wall, her face flushed slightly.

Her thoughts were pulled back all of a sudden, and she dragged her broken and tired body to Song Lanyi's side, and took out a steamed bun that was already hard and cracked from her sleeve.

Song Lanyi opened his eyelids, and seemed to be able to feel that the life essence in his body was rapidly draining.

The high fever was only secondary, and the hidden wounds she had suffered since the long journey were the real key to death.

Thinking about it, if she hadn't intervened, the real Zhu Chan would have died of illness long ago.

but……

Song Lanyi said that she was most familiar with the treatment of diseases.

Seeing that the steamed bun was placed near his mouth, Song Lanyi held his last breath and broke the steamed bun into two halves, one big and one small.

The big one is for my sister, and the small one is for myself.

Zhu Mingshu's eyes became hot, and she couldn't help but snatch the steamed bun from Song Lanyi's hand, and stuffed the big one into Song Lanyi's mouth.

She didn't dislike Song Lanyi's messy hair like withered grass. She used her fingers to gently comb the somewhat knotted and greasy hair, and said softly, "Sister is not hungry, Ah-chan eat more."

As soon as the steamed bun entered his mouth, Song Lanyi's teeth were almost broken.

An indescribable taste spread between the lips.

Sour and astringent.

Worse than weeds.

But Song Lanyi didn't feel disgusted at all.

She endured a needle-like throat and swallowed the steamed buns in small mouthfuls. This swallowing action was tantamount to torture for her.

But she was stunned to eat it deliciously.

Gudong.

In the silence, suddenly there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhu Mingshu froze for a moment, her lips parted slightly.

The next moment, Song Lanyi stuffed the steamed bun into Zhu Mingshu's mouth.

Zhu Mingshu was angry and distressed.

She ate most of the remaining food just like that.

You know, Ah-chan is still ill!
It was rare for her to feel remorse, and she even wanted to spit out the steamed buns in her mouth.

Feeling her thoughts, Song Lanyi's scalp almost exploded.

"Sister, you can eat, I have a sore throat."

Before Zhu Mingshu had time to say anything, that strange voice sounded again in the darkness.

"Hmph. Hypocritical. It's good to eat some. If you two girls don't want to eat these steamed buns, you might as well give them to me."

Following the voice, looking sideways, Song Lanyi's little talent was covering his eyes.

I saw an old man with an unshaven beard, his hands and feet were bound by shackles, and his exposed skin was gray and looked like rotten mud.

The old man collapsed in the corner like a dead body, if not for the slight heaving of his chest, Song Lanyi would even think he was a dead man.

Zhu Mingshu obviously also saw the old man, but she couldn't concentrate on arguing, she just looked away, hugged Song Lanyi a little tighter, patted Song Lanyi's back, like coaxing a child, coaxing her to sleep.

Although the smell was not very pleasant, Song Lanyi felt a long-lost sense of security.

A quiet and warm atmosphere flows between the two sisters.

At this time again, that inappropriate voice sounded.

"She ate that half of the cornbread, why not give it to me." The old man over there turned over and continued, "Anyway, she can't survive seven days."

Swish!
Zhu Mingshu, who seemed exhausted all this time, burst out at a speed that was hard to discern with the naked eye, and appeared on the edge of the cage.

Her eyes were fixed on the old man, and she said word by word, "What did you say?"

The old man chuckled, "Isn't it? Her internal organs are injured, although it is not a terminal illness with no cure, but in the current situation, no one can heal, no herbs, even if you have supernatural powers, how can you Can you win the fate?"

After Zhu Mingshu heard this, she pinched the palm of her hand tightly with her fingertips, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

Since she grew up when she was young, she and her younger sister grew up in the deep palace, and they could only cuddle up to each other for warmth and lick their wounds like two lonely little beasts.

If my sister is gone...

Zhu Mingshu's eyes were black, as if they were in the deep sea before the storm.

Song Lanyi heard this, but smiled, and only asked one question, "Old man, do you believe in fate?"

Now it was the old man's turn to be stunned. He scratched his hair, then smiled and said, "Believe in fate. Why don't you believe it? After going through a lot, sometimes I understand that some things should be yours, and they are always yours." It shouldn’t be yours, no matter how much you force it, it won’t be yours.”

Song Lanyi sighed when he heard it.

This is the calm state of mind accumulated from countless experiences.

However, she shook her head, "If you say that, I don't have much experience."

Therefore, she does not believe in destiny.

She wants to cultivate her life!
The old man sneered, shook his head, and closed his eyes.

I thought that these people who entered the water prison would have something novelty, but I didn't want to, but they were just like spoiled little girls, full of enthusiasm, it was too naive.

Destiny...

This kind of thing, even he is powerless to resist.

Forget it, anyway, after a few days, you will know the outcome.

The old man is used to parting from life and death.

Just after he closed his eyes for a moment, suddenly, the old man frowned, as if he sensed something was wrong.

There seemed to be traces of talent surging in the air.

He hesitated for a moment, but still opened his eyes.

It was found that the fluctuation came from Song Lanyi.

Her face was pale, and she was sweating profusely. She had mobilized her talent for a long time, but instead of introducing it into her body, most of it still overflowed.

Seeing this, the old man sighed softly, "Why bother? You are a body of the sky leak, with extremely weak bones, and there is almost no possibility of enlightenment. Moreover, at your age, you have not yet been able to start the path of cultivation, so how can you do it here? Start practicing in just a few days and bring the dead back to life?"

Song Lanyi glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Why didn't she know this truth.

However, there are three thousand ways, if you escape one of them, there must be a glimmer of life in the ups and downs of the world.

And this line of life lies in...

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