A slight disturbance rippled through the dungeon.
Especially for Su Hao, his heart sank and a flash of hatred swept across his eyes.
Because the thing he feared most had still happened.
At that moment, a jailer opened the prison door, Xue An slowly stood up, and strolled out as if he were walking in a leisurely garden.
Aixi looked at Xue An with an extremely interested gaze.
Because she had never seen a "blood slave" as calm as Xue An before.
In the past, the young men she chose would often be visibly elated, some even bursting into loud, excited tears.
Even those who behaved well, much like Su Hao, would barely maintain a calm exterior, yet the glee flickering in their eyes would betray their true inner thoughts.
But this black-eyed, black-haired youth was different.
He seemed as if he didn't care about anything, his expression extremely calm.
Especially those eyes of his, deep and secluded like a quiet pond.
This naturally filled Aixi with curiosity.