More importantly, Nangong Yuan knew that if he did not deal with Nangong Yi, he would most likely offend Bai Yan. He could only kill his son with his own hands.
Fortunately, there were still two days before Nangong Yi's execution. He would let Nangong Yi live in deep regret and regret for the next two days.
……
The heavenly prison was damp and dark. Nangong Yi squatted in a corner with his hair disheveled. His entire body was dirty and countless flies were circling around him.
Originally, this was a life that Nangong Yi, who had lived a comfortable life, could not stand.
However, as time passed, she got used to it.
"Have you guys heard of something? Recently, the third and second-rate forces on the continent have been sending gifts to the LAN family. I heard that the gifts they sent are priceless."
suddenly, a voice came from outside the cell, causing nangong yi's empty eyes to gradually have some expression.
Immediately after, another voice was heard.