The depths of the Heavenly Prison.
Ao Xue sat in a corner and suddenly heard a voice she had longed for day and night beside her ear.
"Xue'er!"
Ao Xue's delicate body slightly trembled.
The next second, she abruptly lifted her head, her dirty beautiful face filled with surprise.
Those eyes, which had become extremely dull and lusterless, suddenly cleared up as if she had seen the most moving thing in the world!
"Lin Fan!"
Ao Xue widened her beautiful eyes, then gave a sorrowful smile, "Am I dreaming again? Ah... Why have I been dreaming these days? How could Lin Fan come here? He might not even know, perhaps he doesn't even remember that I exist, right?"
Lin Fan's nose tingled, and he casually tossed Wang Xiao aside, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword and fiercely slashing down.
"Clang!"
The row of Mystic Iron bars was forcibly cut off by Lin Fan.
Then, without any disdain, Lin Fan rushed into the cell and held Ao Xue's delicate body in his arms.
