The headmaster looked at her eyes, and these eyes were clear and clean, as if they could reflect the darkness of people's hearts.

There is really no way to overlap her with the cruel girl who killed her with one knife.

The headmaster endured it, finally sighed and said, "The prison department... there is no good person!"

Luo Qingxin smiled indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm not a good person either!"

Headmaster: "…"

OK, he's a slut.

However, the slutty captain still looked at Luo Qingxin with sympathy, and then said slutty: "Miss in the prison, must not act like this. There... the King of Hell is fierce, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with!"

Luo Qingxin looked back at him and said, "Your surname is yours?"

The headmaster opened his eyes wide, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes. How dare he talk nonsense about the prison department? He didn't know when he was hit by the other party's evil hands. Could this little girl have thought of pushing him out at that time?

Seeing the fear in the captain's eyes, Luo Qingxin smiled, her eyes clear but bottomless, and said, "If you are worried that I will cheat you with your name when I have no way to survive, there is no need to say!"

The captain suddenly felt a sense of shame. He was a big man who was so petty just now. This little girl acted readily, so she was not that kind of dark and dirty person? Besides, his name doesn't have this weight.

He said, "My name is Weihang!"

Luo Qingxin nodded, neither saying much nor asking much.

More than twenty people were just escorting a little girl, which seemed a bit fanfare. However, they did not go to a dense place. There was a special route from Jingzhao Yin Dazhu to the prison guard. There was no idle people along the way, which did not attract onlookers.

Half an hour later, Weihang's steps suddenly stopped.

Twenty feet away in front, a tall building stands, with archways like mountains, complex, thick, strict, ancient and majestic.

However, after such a mighty and solemn building, it is a place where people can change their colors when they hear it and take a detour.

In the middle of the archway, the three words "Prison Office" seem to have a bloody atmosphere, and are like thousands of unjust souls condensed into a twitching claws, trying to pull the fresh lives in and tear them into pieces.

Each of these three words has a gloomy atmosphere.

Every word is caused by resentment caused by the torture of people in prison.

Even people like Weihang will subconsciously stop.

The girl in a civilian narrowed her eyes and faced the sun. Looking at the three words, her thin lips slightly pursed. Her aura suddenly changed, became sharp and murderous, like a sharp sword hanging to slash.

However, for only a moment, it converged without a trace, as fast as if everything was just an illusion.

Wei Hang looked at Luo Qingxin, and Luo Qing looked calm, not afraid or worried. Her eyes were still like a pool of clear water, clear and clean.

It was so clear that Wei Hang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

A girl who is so pretty today walked into this door. Tomorrow, she will be a broken body in a mass grave that is damaged and incomplete, right?

Fang Yanwang likes to peel skin... Especially the skin of a young girl is his favorite. What if he is arrogant in Jingzhao Yin's prison? After all, Jingzhao Yin's prison is just ordinary people, whether on duty or jailer.

And the prison department, there is no one there, and no one there is no one there.
Chapter completed!