Apart from the pearls, Lin Kexin felt that Misha was very cute when she saw him. No matter how cute a boy was when he was young, he would lose his innocence and ignorance when he grew up. Only this youth had a baby face and looked like a half-grown child, making people want to dote on him.
Lin Kexin spoke up for Misha, so Wanyan Lie knew that she must have taken a fancy to these pearls. However, these pearls were indeed good stuff. Twenty pearls could be used to exchange for Murong Qinglian's life, and he could also get a favor from Misha. Who knows, he might be of use in the future.
After some consideration, Wanyan Lie nodded and ordered Jing De, "Get someone to release Murong Qinglian!"
"Yes!" Jing De did not know whether Murong Qinglian was dead or alive. If not for Misha's appearance, they would have forgotten that such a person existed. Now that Wanyan Lie had agreed, Murong Qinglian had escaped death and would not have to suffer any more torture. However, he did not know if she was still breathing. He hoped that she would be lucky and survive.
Murong Qiqi did not say a word from beginning to end. She did not know Misha, but she vaguely felt that this person was related to the seven-story pagoda test. The only thing that surprised Murong Qiqi was that Misha had said that Murong Qinglian had once saved his life.
As far as Murong Qiqi knew, Murong Qinglian had lived in Xi Liang City since he was young and had never left. Misha was a disciple of Penglai Island. Penglai Island was some distance away from the mainland and it was inconvenient for him to walk. When did he go to Xi Liang City and how did he meet Murong Qinglian?
Sensing that someone was looking at him with puzzled eyes, Misha turned and saw Murong Qiqi. When he saw Murong Qiqi's face, Misha's eyes were calm. He nodded and smiled at her without any surprise in his eyes. This surprised Murong Qiqi a little.
At least, ever since she showed her face, no one was not surprised to see her. Misha was the first person who was not attracted to her.
While waiting for Murong Qinglian, Wanyan Lie had someone set up a table and invited Misha and Jia Lan to sit down. The two of them did not stand on ceremony. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Soon, they integrated into the banquet. The banquet that had been disturbed by them became lively again.
After a long while, two people finally brought Murong Qinglian up.
Seeing Murong Qinglian again, Murong Qiqi almost couldn't recognize her. His hair was disheveled and his face dirty, and his clothes were stained with blood. Moreover, the blood seemed to have dried for a long time, turning into a dark red color.
"Your Majesty, I've brought him here!" Jing De walked behind Wanyan Lie and whispered.
"Young Master Misha, can you take a look? Is she the person you're looking for?"
Misha seemed a little excited. He wanted to turn the wheel to push himself to Murong Qinglian's side, but because of his excitement, his hands touched the wheel several times, but he could not touch it. In the end, Jia Lan pushed him to Murong Qinglian's side.
"Jia Lan, is that her?" Misha's voice trembled slightly.
Misha had never seen Murong Qinglian before, so he could not tell. On the other hand, Jia Lan heard Misha's words and squatted down to look at Murong Qinglian.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! "Not waiting for Jia Lan to come near her, Murong Qinglian put her hands on the ground and retreated two steps. Because she had not washed her hair for a long time, it had become messy and emitted a foul smell. There was even some straw that could only be found in a dungeon.
Murong Qinglian's originally beautiful eyes were no longer full of confidence, but were filled with fear and dread. She seemed to be especially afraid of seeing people, so when she saw Misha and Jia Lan, she trembled all over and wanted to avoid them.
Murong Qinglian put her hands on the ground and retreated. Only then did Misha realize that her legs had been crippled. Her originally slender and beautiful legs were now lying clumsily on the ground. There was very little fabric on her pants, and the exposed legs were covered in purple whip marks. Some places were swollen and suppurated, with yellow and red pus flowing out.
She did not seem to feel the pain at all, or perhaps she was numb to it. In Murong Qinglian's eyes, this pain was nothing. The only thing that made her afraid was that there were so many people, and the two men in front of her.
"It's Murong Qinglian." Jia Lan did not expect that in just a short few months, that proud young lady had become like this. Just what had happened to Murong Qinglian? Why did she become like this?
Seeing Murong Qinglian like this made Misha's heart ache. He slowly walked in front of Murong Qinglian and stretched out his right hand. His pair of beautiful eyes were filled with endless annoyance and remorse.
"Lian, don't be afraid! Big Brother is here! "
Misha's voice was clean and clear. In this lively and noisy banquet, it was like a clear spring that flowed into Murong Qinglian's heart. She slowly raised her head and looked through the hair on her forehead at the beautiful young man in front of her. She did not say a word.
Although the fear in Murong Qinglian's eyes was much less, she was still full of vigilance. From the old and new scars on her body, Misha could tell that she must have suffered inhumane torture. It was impossible for Murong Qinglian to believe him so quickly, so Misha tried to convince himself to be patient and take it slow.
"Lian, I'm here to pick you up! Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you! I won't let anyone hurt you either! "
The gentleness in Misha's words surprised Jia Lan. At least, in all the years he had known Misha, he had never seen Misha so gentle towards a woman. Was Murong Qinglian really the person he was looking for?
Murong Qinglian still did not move, but her body no longer retreated. She didn't know why, but this handsome young man in front of her didn't make her so afraid. His voice seemed to have a magical power that made her guard down bit by bit. Slowly, Murong Qinglian raised her right hand that was covered with whip scars.
Murong Qinglian's initiative made Misha very happy. She trusted him! She chose to believe his words! There seemed to be nothing more worthy of joy than this!
Misha stepped forward and held Murong Qinglian's injured right hand, his heart aching. "Lotus, does your hand hurt? I'll help you apply the medicine, okay? "
"Okay!" Murong Qinglian nodded her head obediently. Her well-behaved appearance made people feel even more pity for her. Disregarding Murong Qinglian's stench, Misha reached out and pulled her into his arms.
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