Chapter 1172

Reflected by the torch, Leng Siyan's ferocious face was widened, and his appearance was really frightening.

Zhao Wanxi's Apricot eyes blinked suspiciously. She couldn't help her curiosity. She approached him and tried to remember something. But she couldn't remember anything. She never saw him in her mind.

"Have we met before?"

She made a cold voice, and her words also made Leng Siyan's Mo Tong pass by a strange color. She was silent for a moment, staring at her quietly without saying anything.

Zhao Wanxi waited for a while, but she didn't get the answer. There seems to be some news outside the prison door. She knows she can't spend too much time here.

"I have been entrusted by Princess jiaoru to send you a message that she is pregnant with your child."

Leng Siyan's ferocious facial features gradually spread out, like the deep pupil of ink, with a complex look.

Just as Zhao Wanxi was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly said, "would you please help me to bring a word to her..."

Zhao Wanxi pauses, slowly takes back her feet hanging in the air, looks at him, and acquiesces in his plea.

Thinking that he is a dying man, his words are good. If you can send a warm word back to Yelv jiaoru, it's not in vain that the girl loves him deeply.

"Walls have ears. Could you please come closer?"

Leng Siyan thin lips trembled, it is not difficult to see that efforts to suppress the complex emotions of the heart.

After several seconds of hesitation, Zhao Wanxi finally moved her heart. The man was tortured by eight mysterious iron chains. Was she afraid of him?

She went forward a few steps, has been standing in front of Leng Siyan, men such as ink deep pupil, suddenly across a cold edge.

He held back the pain of drilling bone, lifted up four thick chains of black iron in his hands and twisted them around Zhao Wanxi's neck. His hands were surprisingly fierce, almost full of strength.

"Go to hell!"

These three words penetrated Zhao Wanxi's brain, and her apricot eyes crossed a strange color of surprise. She was sure that she had heard this sound, as if in a dream. She was a little confused, and even forgot to struggle for a moment.

Until she felt that her neck was strangled and she was about to suffocate, she reflected that she wanted to resist. The bottom of her nose was filled with a strong smell of blood. She knew it was his wound.

Leng Siyan's almost crazy roar came to his ears: "Leng junao wants me to die, I will take you to be buried with me!"

Zhao Wanxi resisted hard. She struggled. Every time she pulled the black iron, she could feel the pain from behind.

But even so, Leng Siyan still refused to let go, risking his life to lock her throat tightly with a chain, and wanted to die with her.

Zhao Wanxi only felt that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and her whole body couldn't make it. She was in a daze in front of her eyes, but the familiar "go to die" was echoing in her ears!

In the haze, she only felt a silver light in front of her eyes, and two cries of pain came in succession. Zhao Wanxi felt her body floating with her. She slowly narrowed her eyes, and Leng junao's familiar beautiful outline gradually became clear in front of her eyes.

Only smell the whole dungeon full of strong choking smell of blood, Zhao Wanxi did not have time to look back, people were a man to hold up, out of the dungeon.

With the cold air coming on her face, Zhao Wanxi's brain became more and more conscious. She felt the man's rapid pace and couldn't help glancing at the expression on his face.