Miraculous Princess's

Ch. 26 - Hostage

Darkness controls visibility. Moist air that makes shortness of breath. At least that was what the young man thought, Feng Han after regaining his consciousness.

The iron chains that hold hands and hands together are like handcuffs. He saw the chain attached to the wall as if it had been fused since the beginning of its manufacture. It made Feng Han's movement space even more limited. But do not underestimate himself who is a newcomer from another continent. A smile was drawn as he looked down at the cold floor of the prison.

"Eagle eyes," he whispered to activate his vision technique.

Eagle eyes, a vision technique that is the result of a mutation of synchronization between the eye and the heart at the same time constantly. By making mental energy as a controller of blood flow from the heart to the brain and from the eyes to the brain in order to improve the quality of vision as desired indirectly. This is the most complex and risky technique ever developed by his father and mother in his lifetime. He must concentrate all his concentration.

His sight became bright. Everything is seen more and more clearly due to the extended range and the strengthened retina. Either it was the moss that made the pile nearby, or the people who were sitting the same as it had happened to him just a moment ago. The small movements of a person make a small sound. He turned around with a sharp look.

Silent

Those people were still sleeping without being disturbed at all, like children being lulled by lullabies. Feng Han tried something. It is said to be a thin light on his wrist that almost forms something but then breaks into fine fragments.

"Tck," his voice frowned with an annoyed expression.

His Qi was automatically undone when it had propagated forming real particles in the air. Wait, there are still other ways besides using the qi intermediary. Therefore, Feng Han himself was somewhat surprised to learn that the members of the blood ocean sect whose reputation reached the ears of the people of the Yunshi Continent, would be this reckless.

His eyes were filled with a faint glint. He also closed both eyes — gathering concentration slowly. After a few minutes, a sweat drenched Feng Han's face, but the young man never made a move. A smile was painted once again, his eyes suddenly opened, with an even more dazzling light.

Cracks, ccha

The Iron Newskey which was a material capable of cancelling out qi and restraining the might of a hundred people, shattered just like that under the power of Feng Han's mental energy. As he turned his head in the other direction with a beaming expression, he was shocked. There was a girl who noticed his movements with a lazy look.

"Ke-"

The girl whispered the word ‘diam’ silently to Feng Han with a smile that never faded. Even so Feng Han thought that the girl had gone crazy for being locked up in prison for too long. After all, why smile when your own safety cannot be assured? Smiling at death?

"Woah, I can't believe you could destroy that easily. But as far as I'm concerned it's easier to mix Newskey's iron material with oil" the girl whispered.

Even if the girl did not say so, Feng Han also knew — Newskey iron was not an absolute material that could compare to the top-tier spirit iron out there, either, because Iron Newskey also has a fatal weakness as the girl said. But the oil in question is a very step spiritual item.

Feng Han was silent. What should he do, laugh or cry? Not wrong, this girl must be crazy. But, how did he know that Feng Han was carrying the Four Seasons oil? Unfortunately before Feng Han managed to open his mouth and express his saturation, there was a clattering of feet moving closer to where they were.

"You hear that?"

"No."

"Argh, how did you hear it when you were asleep yourself."

“Hey, there's no point in you hating them. The dog will be loyal to his owner and he will also inherit his character after a long time together.”

“Hey, who's there?!”

Feng Han threw an annoyed look at the girl then immediately looked for a way to hide from those dirty guards. He dragged his feet, and pressed his body against the side of the wall with caution. The girl made no effort to avoid them other than to sit leaning against the wall with her hands chained.

Now there is no mask that is characteristic of them covering his face. That's why his scarred face can't be covered up anymore. The condition of the other guard face is not much different, it just has an additional layer of excessive fat. The girl herself was sure, if the guards wanted to take action, it would be very difficult not to be discovered because of their appearance that resembled a criminal.

The fat guard was wryly watching the dark prisons with narrowed eyes. A small, horrifying-sounding smile was revealed at his every step. The other guard set his foot in the same spot with a regular rhythm. When he got tired of waiting, he clucked.

“Why are you so long?! Just checking out so easily. Why do you make easy work difficult? You're stupid, huh?!”

“Aish, why should I listen to you sleepyhead?! Go there and continue then your unfinished sleep.”

“Ha?! Now you're commanding me. Do you have the right to do that?! Fat fuck!”

“Terupon me, I'll see over there.”

The fat guard walked towards the prison room he had appointed. The room was quieter, darker, full of moss than the others. Feng Han felt how his heartbeat was speeding up. He gritted his teeth to contain the nervousness within.

The fat man's sharp net cupped all sides without any problems, regardless of the minimal light intensity his retinas received. So he saw 5 people lying leaning against the wall without awareness and without the slightest movement.

A beautiful girl leaning against the body of another girl who was lowered with arms stretched backwards. Smile with a narrowed look. A lecherous expression is displayed by him unconsciously because of the whirling thoughts of how he made love to the girl in the brothel.

“Uhuk ... ahem.”

The sound of a dry cough from behind him, echoed until it reached his ears with a faint hum. The fat man turned around.

“No one.”

Feng Han's eyes flickered for a while, his breathing stuck in his throat, there was never even an exchange of air at all. Almost any. If Feng Han were to be late just a little, he would definitely die. Feng Han glanced at the materials that were supposed to be the place where the fat man had seen the existence of the beautiful girl.

. . .

[To Be Continued]