C6

In that moment, as White Brook heard these words, his eyes fiercely narrowed. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as they swept over the person in front of him.

When the middle-aged man walked to his side, his eyes flashed with a stern expression. He suddenly made his move and grabbed the man's neck with one hand.

"Your sugar will be left in the underworld to eat!"

A dagger stabbed into the man's heart and he died in an instant. The dagger that he had obtained by taking advantage of the situation had helped her a lot.

With a 'peng' sound, the middle-aged man heavily crashed into the ground. White Brook's eyes were covered with thick dust, and it stimulated her to the point where she wanted to vomit.

When the rest of the imperial guards heard the sound, they were stunned as they looked at the head guard who was lying on the ground. They didn't expect that the weak fool would kill their boss in one move.

But they quickly reacted and surrounded her, their eyes fiercely staring at White Brook as if they were afraid that she would run away.

"Brothers, this fool killed our boss. Let's kill her together and avenge our boss!"

The jailer that had delivered the steamed buns to White Brook just now viciously brandished his saber and pointed it at him, as if he was confident that he would take her life.

But what he didn't know was that in White Brook's eyes, they were nothing more than weak ants. Killing them was simply dirtying his own hands.

She coldly looked at the prison guards who were surrounding her. The corner of her mouth curled up as she said, "If you want to die then I'll grant you that wish."

White Brook turned in the air and kicked the chest of the guard standing behind her. He seized the sword, and the shadow of the knife began to wave. One by one, the guards fell, leaving behind the pungent smell of blood.

"Say, who told you to do this?"

White Brook asked him condescendingly as he placed his right foot on the chest of the guard that brought her the steamed buns.

"I said …" Can you spare me? "

The jailer's eyes were filled with fear. He trembled as he looked at White Brook, not caring about the pain in his chest or the blood flowing out of his legs.

"Speak, I don't like to repeat myself."

White Brook's eyes turned cold as he looked at the jailer. He stomped down hard and the jailer immediately spat out several mouthfuls of blood, wetting White Brook's originally wet embroidered shoes.

"Ah …" I said I said... It was Third Miss from Prime Minister's Estate who told us to do this. She gave us money and told us to ruin your innocence … "Witch, I have both the old and the young. Just do it so that you can let me go …"

Bai Zhiyan?

White Brook's heart chilled as he heard this. His eyebrows creased. The words of the jailer had aroused a trace of her memories. There was indeed such a person who often took it as a pleasure to bully White Brook. However, she didn't expect her thoughts to be so vicious, and she didn't want to let it go. Since you are so vicious, don't blame me for being heartless.

He didn't want to listen to the guard's nonsense so he raised his sword and waved it to end the last guard's life. The guard turned towards the cell door.

But before she could take two steps, she felt a cold stream stream down her neck, a shining sword was pressed against her neck, and a hand was holding her on the shoulder.

"Don't make a sound, obediently follow me."

The man's feminine voice sounded from behind White Brook as he escorted her step by step towards the exit of the prison.

After leaving the prison, White Brook's eyes were covered with a black cloth. His hands and feet were tied tightly, and he casually hung them on the horse. The sound of horse hooves could be heard and a bone-piercing cold wind blew against his face; it was extremely painful.

The bumps on the horse caused White Brook's stomach to overturn. The wound on his chest that had begun to heal was torn apart by the bumpy ride. It hurt so much that large beads of sweat began to fall off her head.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the horse finally stopped. White Brook couldn't help but wildly vomit on the side.