As she spoke, she waved her hand, revealing the images of the prison that had appeared before.
Yue Fei, like a man of blood, strained to lift his head and look up at the "lofty" Zhao Gou.
Zhao Gou was visibly uneasy; although he sat high above, he could still see the disdain in Yue Fei's eyes, a disdain that nearly drove him mad.
How could a normal person not see that overwhelming disdain? Only those who deceive themselves would ignore the truth of the world, covering their ears to the bell.
"I originally wanted to give you a chance!"
Zhao Gou's expression turned icy, and anyone could see that he intended to use the age-old method of the cunning—silencing words and destroying the body—to extinguish the truth.
"It's a pity you did not cherish it." Zhao Gou, concealing his own uncertainty with firmness, turned to one at his side and made a gesture to kill, then prepared to leave...
"Last night, I had a dream."
Yue Fei's voice suddenly grew clearer and seemed empowered.
