Yu Chu, who was about to step off the high platform, blinked and looked back at him after hearing the words: "What's wrong?"
"You're just an ordinary person," the young man looked at her coldly, his lips pursed slightly, his long ice-silver hair poured down, looking like a delicate and beautiful ice sculpture.
"How can you enter the Devil's Prison?" he asked slowly.
Yu Chu was startled, "Magic Prison? Here?"
She looked up at the hall, and found that this word was very suitable to describe it.
She shook her head sincerely: "I don't know." After a pause, she pointed to the history book in her arms, "I admire you very much, so I really want to do something for you. Help."
The young man squinted his clear eyes, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and said flatly, "You can't."
"..."
Yu Chu pouted, "Okay, I'm leaving."
Ansair didn't speak, but closed his eyes slightly, listening to the girl's footsteps going away.
Yu Chu walked down the high platform, but found that he couldn't seem to get out. She looks out the door.
There were still golden passages, not school library corridors.
The last time I left here was a sudden sense of weightlessness, and I returned to the school corridor after being dizzy.
On the high platform, the boy silently opened his eyes.
The beautiful clear eyes stared quietly at the girl below, and after a few seconds, the eyelashes drooped slightly again.
Yu Chu stood under the high platform for a while, when he suddenly heard a slight sound.
She turned her head to look, but saw the chain protruding from the snow-white pool, and began to tremble slightly.
She raised her head in astonishment, and saw the huge tombstone that was originally dark, slowly turning red at this time, and the black and red demonic energy spread along the chain.
The demonic energy wrapped around the boy's white ankles and wrists, where the steel nails were pierced, the dark red blood began to seep slowly, staining the snow-white clothes.
Blood dripped down the ice-silver long hair, and the contrast between the fair skin and the deep red was particularly obvious.
The beautiful and clear boy remained motionless.
He drooped his eyelashes, and his expression was calm, as if he had not experienced any pain.
Yu Chu watched all this in astonishment.
Ansair's eyes met hers.
The boy who was bound to the tombstone had a snow-white and indifferent appearance, like a certain god.
At this moment, Yu Chu finally realized clearly how Ansair, as the number one magical genius, was different from ordinary people in this world.
He is already a god.
The pure and untainted god, the heart without waves and ripples, everything is white and transparent.
Bound by chains, pierced through the wrist and collarbone, undergoing constant torture, but with an expressionless face, the icy silver pupils are as silent as a frozen lake.
Facing his quiet eyes, this body even had an urge to bow down.
His knees were slightly weak, Yu Chu bit his lips, and saw the man close his eyes lightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
It must be very painful.
The steel nail began to be slowly pulled out from the collarbone, and the red and black magic energy wrapped around the steel nail, and even made a hissing sound when it scratched the surface of the wound.
Ansair remained expressionless.
The four steel nails were slowly pulled out little by little, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by magic energy.
Yu Chu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly dropped the book, stepped up to the high platform, and approached the tombstone.
The boy was always quiet, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and his expression was calm.
The suspended steel nails began to rotate slowly.
Soon to be nailed again.
Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out from the side, grasped them, and threw them down the high platform.