章節 427: Don't Kiss Your Boss (1)

Tread, tread…

Two sets of unhurried footsteps sounded in a dark dungeon.

'White-Haired Diting' Meng Jiao was wearing the white dress she often wore when she was young. Although her hair was snow-white and she was no longer young, her demeanor was like that of a middle-aged female constable. She no longer had the demeanor of someone old.

Behind her, the thin Sun Wuji walked past cell after cell with his three-foot-long sword hanging on his waist. He sighed. "It's a pity about Nangong Ling. I met him once when I was traveling in Jianghu. He was a little young and frivolous, but his morals weren't bad. I didn't expect that after a few decades, he would become a devil who brought disaster…"