West of Liangzhu City, in the middle of a big river with turbid waves, thick mist wraps a stone island. ◇↓◇↓ Novel.￥f

The island is seven or eight miles wide and twenty miles long. According to the terrain of the island, foreigners built a strange-shaped castle. More than a dozen pointed towers are slim and bony in the castle, pointing straight towards the sky like a dead finger bone.

There is a barracks standing in the southeast, west and northwest of the castle. There is a divine tower three hundred feet high in the middle of the barracks. The scarlet vertical eyes on the tops of the four divine towers slowly rotate, and invisible ripples swept across the earth, monitoring the movements in all directions at all times.

In the middle of a high tower in the castle, Dilaurent sat in a small cell with a dead face, looking blankly at a light water bird on the river surface in the distance through the breathable window as wide as a palm.

With a slight sound of "puff", the water bird was more than a mile away from the tall wall of the castle. A red ripples flashed in the air. The water bird was blown into a wisp of blue smoke by the strong current, and several messy feathers rolled away by the strong wind.

Di Luolan's body twitched slightly, and from the water bird, he seemed to see his miserable fate.

"I'm so stupid... I shouldn't have come back." Di Luolan muttered vaguely: "Why am I stupid enough to return to Liangzhu? Damn Di Shisha, he actually put all the blame on us. Why didn't I strangle him to death when he was born?"

Each piece is more than one foot long, made of the softest leather on the abdomen of the dragon. After being forged by secret techniques, the talisman that became as thin as a cicada's wing was almost transparently attached to Di Luolan's forehead. A trace of extremely thin black light sprayed out from the talisman, like a huge spider web covering Di Luolan's face.

The natal magic eye was sealed, and no magic power could be used. The nobles of the Yu clan who were pampered and had a weak body. In this heavily defended prison, Di Luolan had no chance to escape.

As the elder of the Di clan, Di Luolan is still quite favorable. Even if he is a prisoner, the strict class nature of the alien race is still fully revealed. Di Luolan can have an independent cell on the tower with clear air and a "wide vision". Although this cell can only have a single bed, at least it is a preferential treatment.

Below this castle, there is a huge and complex underground prison where tens of thousands of members of the Di clan were imprisoned in a place where light was gone. Including the direct descendants of Di Laurent, his children and grandchildren, they were all imprisoned there.

"How much time is there?" Di Luolan held his finger and gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "According to the tradition of our Yu clan, since we have taken all the charges, we must kill people as soon as possible to eliminate all the possibility of overturning the case."

"Then, we shouldn't have much time. We need to find a suitable day. Behead all the members of our Di clan... Of course, in order to squeeze out the last little benefit of us, this is also the best tradition of our Yu clan. In order to squeeze out the last little bit of insignificant benefits of us, we should be used as sacrifices!"

"I, Di Luolang, the elder of the Di clan, and the descendants of the noble bloodline of the Emperor Indra, have fallen into being and used as sacrifices! Sacrifices, damn it. Like those lowly slaves and lowly livestock, they are used as sacrifices!"

Di Luolan's face turned purple with anger. He clenched his fists almost hysterically and slammed hard on the wall.

"Ah, my hand!" A faint light flashed across the hard rock wall, and Di Luolan's fist wiped a large piece of skin. He squatted on the ground with his fist in pain, and tears flowed out of his eyes.

There was a small window on the wooden door of the cell, and a figure suddenly appeared outside the window. He squinted his eyes and looked inside the cell.

Di Luolan let go of his hand, coughed gently, stood up, pulled the wrinkled robe on his body, and tried hard to maintain the elegance of an elder of a wealthy family. He looked at the person outside the window and asked coldly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Elder Dilaurent?" A slick voice came in.

Di Luolan's face changed slightly. He suddenly stepped forward two steps, looked out to the window. Standing in the narrow corridor outside was a young man in a gorgeous costume.

The bloodline of generations has been optimized. The Yu nobles are many handsome men and beautiful women. They are tall and beautiful. However, this young man from Yu who stood outside the Di Luolang Gate was shorter than the normal Yu man. He was a little bloated and had a little obese face. Among the Yu nobles who paid great attention to appearance, this guy was destined to be isolated and despised by everyone.

Di Luolan happened to recognize this guy. This young man from the Yu clan belonged to a small noble family at the bottom. This family itself did not have much power. Most of the clan members rely on serving as clerks for the great nobles, or serving as tax officials, business managers and other auxiliary positions in the territory of the great lord.

Compared with top wealthy families like the Di clan, the family to which the young man of the Yu clan belongs is a small existence that can be erased with just one sentence.

If Di Laurent remembers correctly, this little guy once asked a relative to a descendant of Di Laurent. That descendant was born of a descendant of a great grandson whom he did not value, and a maid with a low status.

With such an identity and such bloodline, the descendant of the sub-line is no different from that of the servant among the descendants of Di Laurent.

However, Di Luolang blatantly refused the little guy's proposal, and used his family's strength to suppress the family behind this young man of Yu.

"It's you... your name is..." Di Luolan still remembers this 'ugly' face, but he can't remember his name.

"Gru." The young man of the Yu tribe smiled slickly: "The lowly Gru pays tribute to you, the noble Elder Dilaurent. Oh, what is the environment of the cell? This dilapidated cell is so commensurate with you."

After laughing a few times, Gru looked at the watch at the end of the corridor in the distance, lowered his voice and said softly: "Dear Elder, do you still remember your favorite granddaughter, Empress Wu? What a noble lady, what a beautiful person, I am here to take her away."

Di Luolan's face twitched suddenly.

Di Wu was the youngest daughter of his favorite son. Di Wu's mother tribe has noble blood and was born in the Yemo family of the Yanri lineage. Among all the descendants of Di Luolan, Di Wu's blood is the most noble, so he naturally received the greatest care of Di Luolan.

"We have twelve pitiful people who admire Miss Diwu in total. We have raised a sum of money." Gru smiled obscenely and looked at Di Luolan with a distorted face provocatively: "The amount of this money is very considerable, so the commander here believes that Miss Diwu died of serious illness because she was not used to the prison environment."

"We will pamper Miss Diwu well." Gru shivered with excitement. He looked at Di Luolan, roaring in a low voice almost cursed: "Believe us, we will take turns to pamper her!"
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