When the people in the prison heard the noise and looked over, their eyes were empty. At a glance, they couldn't see a trace of hope.
The middle aisle was swept clean, and the jailer took the Dali Temple token and led them inside.
Along the way, they received many silent looks.
Liang Xiaoxiao's mood gradually became heavier, and the hands hanging in his sleeves tightened slightly.
When turning a corner, Shen Jinyi, who was walking in front, noticed something strange about him, stopped and stared at him: "Ziyou?"
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