Chapter 161 Chapter 161 "Prisoner."

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Creak.

The cell door opened.

After a long day of silence, the bottom of the Sunless Abyss, which was never visited by anyone except Lei Fa, welcomed an uninvited guest.

Awakened by the noise, Jiu Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

She bent her back and sat in the corner, facing the person who came. Her black hair was disheveled, blocking her peripheral vision.

Without eye contact, Jiu Zhao felt that the man did not enter immediately, but was standing a few feet away, staring at him without blinking.

His gaze seemed to have substance, examining her from head to toe.

The war between immortals and demons is finally over. Are they going to drag her out and execute her?

Jiu Zhao thought carelessly, without any fear of the coming death.

Her thin body pulled the cold iron chain, which was as thick as a baby's wrist, and she struggled to turn towards the wall.

It’s okay if you just don’t move.

As soon as he moved, the wounds all over his body caused by lightning began to hurt again.

Jiu Zhao habitually dug his fingernails into his palms, silently waiting for the most painful moment to pass.

She ignored the person who opened the cell door, and that person did not say a word.

The atmosphere became delicate.

Soon, the sound of footsteps was interrupted by a large number of people coming from far away.

A voice suddenly asked, "General, is she the crown prince abandoned by the immortals?

"It's incredible that he's still alive and well after being struck by lightning for three thousand years."

General?

The crown prince abandoned by the immortals?

Jiu Zhao's brain, which had been empty for a long time, began to work hard because of these two unusual names.

When she realized belatedly that the person who came was not the executioner sent by Sanqingtian, someone waiting outside the prison door seemed to have completely lost his patience.

Urgent footsteps came towards her.

The sound of weapons breaking through the wind suddenly rang out from above.

Jiu Zhao subconsciously tilted his head to look, a green shadow flashed by, and a long sword with a cold glow came down in front of him.

Bang!

The sword edge brushed against the tip of his nose provocatively, cutting off a few strands of black hair, and finally collided with the chain that bound his left foot.

After the loud noise, the chain did not move at all, but the sword that seemed extremely sharp was notched.

“…”

Instead of provoking any trouble, he ended up embarrassing himself.

The man looked at his badly damaged weapon and looked behind him in disbelief.

"idiot!"

This foolish action finally pried open the general's lips, which had remained silent until then.

A merciless rebuke suddenly rang out, carrying a strange familiarity. "That's a chain made of the West Sea's most precious treasure, the Extremely Cold Iron. How could you destroy it so casually?"

As he said this, he ordered the soldier who was showing off his strength to go back to the crowd outside the prison, and he took out the key from his waist.

The end of the chain that binds the human body and the top that connects to the wall are both snap buckles, and both can be opened at will with the key.

The click of the mechanism unlocking rang in my ears five times, but the heavy feeling on my limbs and neck did not disappear.

After a while, Jiu Zhao was pinched by a big hand on the back of the neck and pulled up roughly. The thick bangs covering his face were also opened with the movement.

Jiu Zhao saw the general's face clearly.

The Phoenix Clan leader, Wujiu, who was first stepped on by her and then plotted against by the Father God, almost died in the peach forest.

Then, the young man intensified the pinching of his five fingers into the flesh.

The accumulation of pain and suffocation made Jiu Zhao's face flush red, and he kept coughing. His hands and feet that were dragging the chains shook and struggled unconsciously.

Wu Jiu, the perpetrator, could only watch coldly like an outsider.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiu Zhao's struggles gradually became less intense, and his already weak breath became almost non-existent.

Seeing that she was about to die at Wujiu's hands, the leader of the demon soldiers who was standing outside the door with bated breath finally remembered the other important order he had received before coming.

He stepped into the cell silently, approached Wu Jiu's shoulder, and whispered a reminder: "General, General Jiuwei has instructed us to be careful and protect the abandoned crown prince."

Hearing this, Wu Jiu narrowed his eyes and said, "We're both deputy generals, do I really need him to discipline me?"

The leader of the demon soldiers immediately bowed and apologized.

Although he was tough in his words, Wujiu did not continue.

He loosened his grip, letting Jiu Zhao's scarred body fall limply to the ground. Then, imitating the way Jiu Zhao had treated him in the past, he stepped on her skirt and said impatiently, "Get up and follow me—don't try to act like a fool. With the way you're acting now, I can kill you at any time."

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In the war between Sanqingtian and Fenyehai, did Sanqingtian lose in the end?

Otherwise, how could the demons easily break into the Sunless Abyss and obtain the cold iron key that only the guarding immortal officials have.

After stepping into the teleportation array and being escorted by Wujiu to an unknown destination, Jiuzhao began to have many questions.

According to the demon soldier who lamented that he had survived the punishment of thunder, she must have spent three thousand years in the Sunless Abyss.

In prison, without seeing the sun, time becomes the most worthless thing.

Year after year, in a muddle.

Only when the thunder punishment came, the excruciating pain that tore through her soul reminded Jiu Zhao that she was still alive.

The world has changed dramatically.

Unexpectedly, he was transformed from a sinner of the immortal clan into a prisoner of the demon clan. Countless puzzles lay ahead, and Jiu Zhao needed to explore and solve them.

However, as the thought went through her mind, the light in her pupils dimmed again.

That's all.

Having come down from that lonely high position, death is the only thing worth looking forward to.

How about the Three Pure Heavens, how about the Burning Karma Sea—

What does it have to do with me?

The light that blocked the surroundings of the teleportation array faded, and everyone appeared in a camp full of military tents.

Wujiu looked back for a moment and signaled the demon soldier guarding Jiuzhao to hand over the chain to him.

Although the Western Frost Iron is an instrument of torture used by the Three Purities Heavens to deal with sinful ministers and immortals, it can also cause harm to the Phoenix, which was once an immortal.

He took out a pair of special gloves from his storage ring and put them on. Then he chose the chain around his neck and wrapped it around his neck twice, wrapping it around his palm.

The distance suddenly shortened, and Jiu Zhao stumbled forward like a kite with a zither string pulled by its string, almost tripping himself.

"Tsk tsk, isn't Her Highness the Divine Princess always high-spirited and unpretentious?

"If the God Emperor were to come back to life and see you so frail and destitute, I wonder how heartbroken he would be—

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.

"You became a sinner of the Immortal Clan because you murdered your father with your own hands. How could the God Emperor feel any heartache for such an ungrateful person like you?"

As Wujiu spoke, he deliberately lowered his chained hands. Jiuzhao had no choice but to bend down and follow him closely.

A general with shining armor and a chattering voice.

A disheveled, silent female fairy.

Wherever the two of them went, a strange scene would appear, attracting the prying eyes of countless demons.

Although he didn't get an answer from Jiuzhao, Wujiu didn't lose interest in the conversation.

He asked more and more outrageous questions about the matter of patricide, and when he said, "Even we demons cannot be so cruel to our fathers who raised us with great effort since childhood," he turned his head back and tried to see the expression on Jiu Zhao's face.

However, Jiu Zhao kept his head down and did not respond at all.

It's like a bay of stagnant water, and even if a stone is thrown into it, it won't make much splash.

The dull feeling of his fist hitting cotton made Wujiu even more angry.

Halfway through the parade, he frowned and fell silent, quickening his pace to pull Jiu Zhao into the tent behind the main tent.

Inside the tent, two maids dressed as demons stood on both sides.

On the animal-skin bed in the center, there were several dark-colored clothes. On the right side, a bathtub large enough for two people exuded a refreshing scent.

The maids had obviously received instructions long ago.

After Wujiu untied the other end of the chain, they took Jiuzhao and released the cleaning technique from their palms to remove the stains from top to bottom.

The messy hair was quickly tame, and the cloth covered with black and red blood stains also returned to being neat.

Although the appearance is clean, the clothes still need to be changed and the wounds all over the skin need to be treated.

It's really inconvenient to have a grown man standing right in front of me.

The maids both looked at the young man and called out, "Master Wujiu..."

But the young man, who had thought of a new way to humiliate him, retorted, "Why? Does the sinful immortal from Sanqing Heaven become a distinguished guest just because she's here in our territory? Ye Zun only specifically requested that she be brought back from Wu Ri Yuan and dealt with thoroughly, but he didn't say anything else—why are you so attentive here?"

The maid was just an ordinary servant and had no official rank.

Even if they appeared in front of Ye Zun Lan Qi, Lan Qi would not remember their names.

But Wujiu is different. He is the leader of the Phoenix clan and has just won a beautiful battle against Sanqingtian.

They couldn't afford to offend anyone, so they had to slow down.

He did things slowly, trying to make Wujiu lose his patience and turn away.

His fingertips slid down along Jiu Zhao's slender waistline and landed on the tie of her clothes, while his other hand grasped it.

The maid paused and looked up in confusion.

But he saw the fairy, whose eyebrows and eyes were hidden by her messy hair, staring at him gloomily from behind the curtain.

The hair on his forehead fell, and the shadows deepened, blurring the boundary between the black and white of his eyes.

It actually makes the immortal look more like a demon than the demon.

The maid had no idea what had happened to Jiu Zhao, and was startled by her red eyes. In the blink of an eye, her hand that was about to touch her belt was brushed away.

Jiu Zhao, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his face, pulled and released, and quickly undressed. The outer garment wrapped around his body faded away like the tide.

Revealing her graceful curves wearing only a thin undershirt.

"you!"

How could there be such a dissolute woman?!

Before Wujiu could finish his surprised rebuke, his sight suddenly stumbled into a sea of ​​crimson.

The long raven-black hair was brushed away by the palm of the hand, revealing Jiu Zhao's beautiful face that was as beautiful as piercing the clouds and the moon.

It's not like he hasn't seen Jiu Zhao before, and he knows that she is an outstanding beauty.

But at that time, Jiu Zhao was surrounded by gold and splendor, and was more like a statue to be revered for believers to worship.

After being amazed, he felt more and more that she was a symbol of the Three Pure Ones, with a golden exterior and rotten interior.

At this moment, her beauty and her desolation are inseparable—

Like flowers falling into dust, jewels sinking into mud.

Coupled with those enchanting red eyes, it seems like it is waiting for a hero to save it from the mud, and seems to be tempting the villain to destroy it.

The indescribable emotions in his eyes drowned out the disgust, hatred and malice in Wujiu's heart.

Faced with Jiu Zhao, who had lost the glory of the goddess, he suddenly felt helpless.

The humiliation that was expected to come was no longer so anticipated.

He stammered and continued to say a few harsh words, and when he saw Jiu Zhao was about to take off his shirt, he turned around in embarrassment and fled.

The surroundings were finally quiet.

Jiu Zhao was helped by the maids who had recovered their movements quickly to take off their clothes and slowly immersed herself in the bathtub with a strange smell.

The water was cool and not clear, but a light blue.

No longer afraid of death, Jiu Zhao had no interest in exploring the uses of the liquid.

There are only two possible outcomes: a cure or something worse.

In stark contrast to her status as an enemy of the demons, Jiu Zhao was completely obedient, raising her hands when told and lowering her head when told. The maids were prepared to brush off any questions, but she refused to ask, her eyes cast down, like a mindless puppet crafted by a demon craftsman.

There seems to be a mind-numbing drug in the liquid.

After soaking for a while, the pain that tormented Jiu Zhao every moment was relieved.

She fell asleep in a completely defenseless state.

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When I woke up again, a piece of smooth silk wrapped around my chest and legs.

Someone was applying medicine to her wound, his fingertips slightly cool and his movements gentle.

The words he spoke were so gentle as if he was coaxing a child who was afraid of suffering and refused to take medicine:

"Huff...it doesn't hurt anymore, my dear Zhao Niang. From now on, I will never be hurt again."

Jiu Zhao seemed to sense something and looked in the direction of the sound.