At dusk, it was the quietest moment in the cell, and even the sound of breathing was unusually clear. A soldier was patrolling solemnly with a weapon, but he always heard bursts of gasping and forbearing sounds coming from the cell at the end. --That's the cell where the Demon King is imprisoned.
Xiaobing was worried that the devil was about to escape from prison, so he walked over cautiously. In that pitch-black prison, the intense struggle made the cold iron chains clank. The room exudes a corrosive, breathless and depressing smell, but it makes people feel paralyzed and weak, and their chests keep rising and falling.
Going down the chain, a black shadow swayed below, and further down, another black shadow swayed. The gaze moved closer, and finally the soldier's stomach tightened, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face. However, he slowly moved his steps, clutched the sword in his hand, and ran away quickly.
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After a long time, the black figure behind gasped and said in a voice that was cold to the bone, but full of lust: "You can't escape from the palm of my hand."
Purpose: It is better to produce your own food than to be greedy