Abandoned woman's glory

Chapter 144 Chaotic Azure Dragon 3
From that day on, I was locked up by them.

The prison cell in Juma Prefecture is a gloomy place like hell. Horrible instruments of torture are hung on the iron wall outside, with wet blood stains on it, and blood stains on the ground.

I don't know what they'll do to me, flogging?Acupuncture?fire?Or just kill him with a single blow?

But I don't care anymore.

At this time, there is really nothing that cannot be lost. Perhaps death is the best destination for me.

Sitting blankly in the small room full of blood, looking at the small window above the head, the light rising from east to west has confused all the time. I don't know how many days it was closed, and finally, the door opened again.

A few menacing men stood at the door: "Come out!"

I looked up at them.

"come out faster!"

At this time, there was no need to be polite to a "prisoner" like me. They pulled me out roughly, walked out of the cell, and walked all the way to the main courtyard of the state capital. After a while, I went up to an attic.

They were standing at the door, about to report, when they suddenly heard a low and angry growl from inside: "Get out!"

A maid ran out crying softly.

That voice just now was——

Ling Shaoyang?
I was taken aback for a moment, and then I heard his voice coldly saying: "Who is outside?"

"My lord, we have brought the prisoner."

"...let her in."

I was roughly shoved and walked into the exquisite room, and the door was immediately slammed shut at the door.

I stood at the door, staring indifferently at the room in front of me—perhaps the most exquisite room in Jumazhou Mansion. There is also a touch of sandalwood in it, which makes people feel like they are in a paradise.

The only thing that is incompatible with all of this is the man in front of him.

Ling Shaoyang.

He was sitting on a low couch by the window, his clothes were pulled down to his waist, his upper body was bare and firm, his muscles were well-proportioned, and his honey-colored skin seemed to be shining.

And on that solid chest, there is a terrifying scar that glaringly exists.

At the beginning, he stabbed himself with a sword.

The wound hadn't healed yet, and I don't know how deep it was. There was still traces of bright red blood oozing out of it. The bandage that had just been removed was placed beside him, and it was also stained with blood, which looked particularly terrifying.

Seeing this scene, my originally insensitive heart throbbed imperceptibly.

I don't know if it's fear, or what—this man has never made me feel safe and peaceful when he appeared in front of me. It seems that from the first time I saw him, our confrontation is already doomed.

At this time, he had slowly stood up, and walked towards me step by step, getting closer and closer, and it seemed that even his heavy breathing was about to hit my face.

There was a strong smell of alcohol.

Him, drunk?
(End of this chapter)