Suddenly one day, they were going to die for a portion of porridge.

This is the greatest insult and torture for these spiritual practitioners.”

These are all dignified seven-foot men.

How could you be so humble for a portion of porridge?

No wonder they collapse...

"Has anyone ever committed suicide?"

"Suicide is the stupidest behavior. If you give up on yourself, you might as well let others kill you with dignity and backbone."

"How long have you been here?"

"Ten days."

"How did you survive?"

"Kill." He said without emotion.

Mu Qingqian couldn't figure out why Nan Wuyue was willing to let the noble young master of the Underworld do not do it, so why was he willing to be a prisoner in the Underworld City with blood stained with his hands...

Soon, the people in the prison cells in front received the porridge.

As Namoyue said, some people die and some people live.

The one who takes the initiative to leave alive.

Finally, I knew why Na Wuyue asked her if she was hungry.

He never thought of hurting her and attacking her.

"Qingqian, do whatever you should do, I'm fine."

If he wants to kill or cut, he will follow his lord.

He was unwilling to die at the hands of others.

But he died at the hands of Mu Qingqian and he couldn't ask for it.

"I won't show mercy," she said, speaking in a tough tone.

"good."

He smiled.

He wouldn't attack her.

If Qingqian doesn't attack him, the only result is that the people from Mingcheng will attack them.

For her, he was willing to be an enemy of the entire Nether City.

The two walked forward.

A portion of porridge in a hanging basket.

Time passes by one second.

Nan Wuyue has been waiting for Mu Qingqian.

But after waiting for a minute or two, Mu Qingqian never took action.

Na Wuyue was anxious.

This thing has a time limit.

The city of Nether has always been known for its cruel and bloody nature.

Even if it's a meal, it won't be given too long.

"Qingqian?" he whispered.

Didn’t you say you wouldn’t show mercy?

Mu Qingqian slowly stretched out his hand, suddenly reached out towards the porridge, quickly held the porridge in his hand, and handed it directly to Na Wuyue.

"Get it."

"Qingqian, you..."

"I did what I said, without showing any mercy."

It turns out that she is talking about this porridge.

The beam of light suddenly dimmed throughout the hall.

Nan Wuyue pulled Mu Qingqian behind her, "Someone is coming."

This time I was out, it was not a small minion like Xixue.

In the Nether City, even Xixue, who has a low level and status, is arrogant and domineering enough, let alone other spiritual cultivators who Mu Qingqian has never seen before?

"Remember, this is the first gift I have given you."

Mu Qingqian left a sentence and walked out behind him.

"Qingqian, what are you doing?"

The hall door closed instantly.

The whole hall fell into darkness.

I couldn't see my five fingers.

Nan Wuyue felt that Mu Qingqian's breath had long disappeared behind her.

She didn't know where she ran.

The moment the door opened again, a group of people walked in.

The leader is a man wearing a ghost mask.

I met Namoyue standing in the middle.

I saw him holding a portion of porridge.

But Mu Qingqian didn't know where to go.

There is no tight place in the hall, so it is not a good place for hiding.

The man glanced at Na Wuyue, after all, it was not Na Wuyue who made the mistake.

However……

The porridge is on him, and he should have lived.

But there were no corpses around him.

In other words... the damn person is not dead.

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Chapter completed!