Three prison rooms?

"Qingqian, are you hungry?" Nan Wuyue suddenly asked.

Mu Qingqian glanced at him and felt that there was something in his words, with a particularly strange expression.

A beam of light suddenly condensed in the middle of the hall.

In the air, a hanging basket appeared, and you can clearly see a portion of porridge inside.

Just a portion of porridge, nothing else.

Mu Qingqian and Na Wuyue stood on the side, looking at the porridge.

Mu Qingqian is actually not hungry.

But she heard the rumble sound coming from Namoyue's stomach.

A hungry sound.

In front of them, about three people walked up.

Suddenly, a man in the middle pulled out a dagger from somewhere, and quickly inserted it into the abdomen of the person on the left, which was very accurate.

Before the person on his right could react, the person in the middle had already pulled out his dagger and turned around and slashed.

Punch directly into the heart of the person on the right.

"Very good." A sound came from the empty hall.

It will never go away for a long time.

He is a male voice.

Then the hanging basket went down, and the only living person among the three carefully brought out a portion of porridge from it and drank it.

The hanging basket is lifted up.

After the man finished drinking, he walked out of the door without looking at anyone behind him.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a single word.

Mu Qingqian's beautiful eyes were slightly raised. Among the three, he stood in the middle and was the best spiritual cultivation among the three.

Maybe he stayed in the Nether City for too long, and even if his spiritual cultivation skills are high, he is suppressed a little.

His two swords just now were fast and accurate, without any delay.

"You just asked me what I'm doing when I'm hungry?"

"Qingqian, I want to leave that portion of porridge for you."

"Does a person in a prison have to have a meal, and the person who gets that meal can be safe and sound, and those who can't get it will die or be seriously injured?"

"good."

"What if, no one wants to eat that meal?"

"The whole prison room can't be kept."

Nan Wuyue's phoenix eyes were faint, "Mingcheng has never been a good place, nor is it an ordinary prison.

This is a Shura field.

There is only one meal a day, and only one porridge per meal.

You can stop eating for a day, or two days, and you will never eat after staying here for a long time?

Even if there is a person with high spiritual energy, there is no such thing as fasting here.

If you don't eat, you will lose the energy.

If you don’t have the strength, you will be bullied or even killed.

Farm is the only hope for survival.

There was not a person before, as you said just now, the entire cell was very united, and no one was eaten or not.

But the result they received was the "top" disposal.

You must know that once the person who manages the prison takes action, you will never show mercy.

This meal cannot be left.

Either you die or he dies.

This is the rule of the Nether City.

Every day at this time, many corpses will appear in the Nether City.

There is never friendship here.

Today I am a friend, and tomorrow I may have a knife in the back.

No one knows whether today's meal will be the last meal in his life.

In the Nether City, the most insignificant thing is prisoners and corpses.”

"Anyone who comes here has no low spiritual energy. Whether it is a grass-roots or a noble young man, once he steps into the underworld, he will be the same type of people.
Chapter completed!