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    Ambitious and self-employed X warlord [Seventy-seven]

    He stood at the end of the bed and looked at her: “Why, you don’t even want to do any superficial work?”

    Qi Heng has changed. He is no longer as silent as before. Li Xin, who has lost his vision, cannot see his expression, but his high spirits can be heard from his actions and tone.

    Sure enough, he felt that he had succeeded.

    Li Xin leaned her head on the bed without turning her head: “I pity you.”

    She scoffed.

    Qi Heng’s hand was originally placed at the end of the bed, but now he suddenly grasped the board tightly, his knuckles turning white, and even the board made a rattling noise.

    His pupils became particularly dark: “Really?”

    Qi Heng lowered his hand and hung it on the side of his leg, trembling almost invisible.

    “Well, do you want to meet a more pitiable person?”

    Li Xin’s ears twitched and her empty eyes turned back, finding his direction with great accuracy.

    “What do you want?”

    She knew that with Qi Heng’s temperament, it was impossible for her to meet Qi Zhen without any purpose.

    Qi Heng laughed softly.

    He walked slowly to Li Xin, sat down slowly, and looked at her level: “I don’t want anything.”

    He wanted to reach out and touch Li Xin’s cheek, but was opened by Li Xin who reacted very quickly.

    He wasn’t angry, he just touched the sore flesh and said in a hollow voice with an indescribable smile, “This is what I give to you.”

    Li Xin was casually put on some clothes, supported by the servant, and followed Qi Heng.

    This was the first time she had walked out of the room in a long time. Since she hadn’t eaten much, her steps were a bit shaky, but the fresh air still made her energetic.

    She smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, and the wind blew on her face. It was not cold, but warm.

    There is also warm sunshine.

    She really felt that she was alive, instead of huddled in that cold room all day long, wrapping herself tightly with a quilt.

    Qi Heng walked in front slowly, and there were others walking on both sides. Li Xin guessed that they were probably his followers.

    They walked in a winding way for a long time until Li Xin heard the sound of chains being dragged and locks being unlocked.

    She thought, this is the time.

    Without the sunshine, breeze, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

    An extremely cold breath hit her face, mixed with the musty smell of dampness and decay, which made her frown unconsciously.

    Qi Zhen…is being held here?

    A bit of anxiety and worry couldn’t help but appear on her face.

    The servants around her were obviously a little scared when they saw this, but Qi Heng signaled to her and asked her to help Li Xin go down.

    The servant swallowed, his scalp numb, but he still did not dare to disobey Qi Heng’s order.

    When going down the stairs, Li Xin stepped one foot deep and one foot shallow, and almost sprained her foot.

    Ignoring the pain in her ankle, she groped her way to the cell door, touched the cold iron bars helplessly, and murmured: “Master… Master?”

    Qi Zhen, who was semi-conscious, heard her voice in a daze and woke up suddenly.

    He opened his eyes and saw Li Xin’s slender and almost thin figure through the dim firelight, holding on to the iron railing and calling his name.

    He subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but the Zhenzhu on his body tightened tightly, and when he was about to touch her, he was restrained again.

    He opened his mouth silently, but no sound came out of his throat.

    I could only look at her helplessly.

    The shackles scratched his ankles, and the flesh on his wrists rolled. His eyes were filled with red, despair reflected by the firelight.

    He can no longer speak.

    He stretched out his hand, but it was always half a meter away from her, blocked by the iron chain, and could not touch her no matter what.

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