Gu Yuan was choked for a moment, but the believers around him couldn't bear the thought of their leader being bumped into like this. He took two steps forward and wanted to give Zhao Changyuan a good beating, who had no power to fight back. "
If you dare to say one more word, try it!"
Fortunately, Gu Yuan was not a fool, and he stopped the violence of his men at the right time: "It's none of your business, go down." Only fists and kicks are used to deal with low-level bullies. To deal with heroes, the harder they lose their composure, the worse they will be.
It would be a disastrous defeat. The most he could do would be to take a breath and leave a pool of blood, but he would be stigmatized for the rest of his life... Naturally, he would not do such a low-priced thing as he is the head of the Mingjiao family.
"Yes." Even if the believers were dissatisfied, they did not dare to disobey the leader's order, and they all withdrew with grim faces.
When only Zhao Changyuan and Gu Yuan were left in the dungeon, Leader Gu approached him again and said unhurriedly: "From your tone, it seems that you have a lot of opinions about our sect. Why don't you talk about it?"
Listen."
Zhao Changyuan lowered his head again and responded in a low voice: "I have nothing to say. If you want to kill me, I'll leave it to you." From the day he left his homeland, he had been mentally prepared. Whether it was a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, or a hell,
He is not afraid. His only pain is the guilt for his parents. His only fear is that he will not be able to see his wife again.
Gu Yuan laughed loudly again: "You don't naively think that with what your father and you have done to our religion and our country, I will let you die happily?"
Zhao Changyuan's face buried in his hair showed a helpless smile. "Then it's up to you." It was nothing more than causing him pain. It was extremely painful, and that was all.
Gu Yuan curled his lips and then said: "I forgot that you can choose to commit suicide. Isn't there a method of self-cutting the meridians in this teaching's mental method?"
He raised his head and said firmly: "I am not greedy for life, but I will never commit suicide." He did not want to leave Gong Yueyue to live alone in this world. As long as he had a breath and a trace of strength, he would find a way to go back. Of course he
Will not commit suicide.
"Oh? Would you rather suffer all the torture and die an ugly death?"
As soon as Gu Yuan walked out of the dungeon, he met Lin Mobai waiting at the door.
Although he used despicable means to capture Zhao Changyuan, after spending a few days together, Lin Mobai felt deep in his heart that he did not want to see Zhao Changyuan executed. Frankly speaking, regardless of his position, this Central Plains man was simple, kind, and deeply affectionate.
, in the desert, fighting for his last breath to protect his companions... Human hearts are made of flesh, Lin Mobai has not been feeling well these days. "Leader, what are you going to do?" He asked hesitantly, out of fear.
The other party showed murderous intent.
Gu Yuan didn't notice the unnatural look on his face. He just glanced at him and hurried past him. "Didn't he practice his internal skills and mental skills? It will come in handy now."
Lin Mobai followed him and was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized his intention: "What do you mean..."
"Go and get ready." Gu Yuan ordered without looking back, and finally walked out of the bottom of the tower step by step in the moonlight. "Zhao Xiong, I will let you know that you must not take anything that is not yours."
Lin Mobai breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, it seemed that this silly pretty boy's life was temporarily saved.
Time has become increasingly meaningless to Zhao Changyuan. He realized that the chance of him returning to the Central Plains alive was very slim. He also realized that it was very likely that he would never see his wife and children again.
The happiness that was so close in front of him, as if he could reach it with his hand, his wife, his child, himself... are now broken into pieces at the ends of the world. At this moment, he can only hope that there are really ghosts and gods in this world who say this.
, their family still has a chance to reunite in another world.
He didn't know when his life would be exhausted. He only felt that the physical discomfort had already faded away with the gradually blurring consciousness. What is hunger and what is thirst? There are also iron ropes around his wrists.
, has already worn out his skin and flesh. So what? He can no longer feel it.
There were always people walking back and forth, either whispering outside the door, bringing food, or checking his chains and vital signs.
He always lowered his head, neither looking, listening nor making a sound. He allowed time to creep up his back every second, sucking away the increasingly thin life in his body.
"Saint!" The guard outside the door shouted loudly, waking Zhao Changyuan from his coma.
What then reached his eardrums was an extremely charming female voice: "Is that Central Plains person locked inside?"
"Exactly."
"Open the door, I want to go in and meet him." The saint's tone was unquestionable, as if she was very confident in her authority.
But the guard's answer made her lose half of her face: "As for the saint, no one is allowed to enter without the order of the leader."
"You won't open the door, right? Then I'll throw you to the desert to bask in the sun for ten days and nights!"
The guard was shocked, knowing that the leader's daughter always kept his word. No matter what happened to the leader, he should first pass the test of the saint in front of him. "Yes, I will open the door for the saint now."
The prison door made a harsh sound, which made the saint's brows knit together in disgust. After taking a few steps into the door, she saw Zhao Changyuan standing under the window. Even though she was fully prepared, she still opened her arms for him.
The tall figure with wild hair was startled.
She finally calmed down her fear, tilted her head and asked, "Are you Zhao Changyuan?" Who spread the rumor that this guy looked very similar to the handsome man in the portrait hanging in her mother's study? After she went out today, she must
Chop off that man's tongue! She had grown up looking at that portrait since she was a child, with a jade tree facing the wind and a face as beautiful as jade. How could it be possible that he looked like this with claws and claws dancing now?
Of course, Zhao Changyuan ignored her and gave her no reaction except for the sound of medium breathing.
She stepped forward cautiously, stopped when she was only two or three steps away from him, swallowed nervously, and ordered to his hanging long hair without any confidence: "Look up.
Take a look." As she spoke, one hand touched the dagger on her waist. If he raised his head and revealed a ferocious face, she might be frightened and kill him immediately.
After waiting for a while, he still lowered his head and remained motionless, paying no attention to her. Then she gradually realized that her existence was ignored by the man in front of her...
For any arrogant, unreasonable and shameless Jinzhiyuye, the ignorance of the opposite sex is tantamount to digging up the ancestral grave and killing the whole family. It is intolerable. The fear was completely replaced by shame, and she roughly stretched out her hand to wear it.
She pulled his hair, grabbed his chin, and raised his face brutally to make him face her.
The strength gathered in his hands due to anger was unknowingly lost when he saw that beautiful but fragile face. His eyebrows and eyelashes, the curvature of his nose, the shape of his lips, and the size and proportion of his face were all impeccable. If anything,
She has seen a lot of handsome men, but she has never seen a man who looks so good but has no effeminacy at all. It may be because of his tall figure, or it may be because of the simple and stubborn heroic spirit in his eyebrows, eyes and mouth. If it is said at this moment
The only shortcoming was that his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his bleeding lips were even more visible. They were bright red and shocking.
She looked at his face stupidly, but for some reason she did not dare to look directly into his dull eyes at the moment. Perhaps she was afraid that she would become possessed accidentally, so she couldn't help but let him out of the cage.
He really looked like the man in her mother's painting. It might have been her mother's dream, and it was also her dream. Growing up, she didn't know how many times she saw her mother standing blankly in front of the portrait without saying a word. And she herself also
Gradually, the appearance of the person in the painting was engraved in my heart.
Now holding her own beautiful dream in her palm, still breathing alive, any woman would be dumbfounded, and she was no exception. Unknowingly, she moved her face closer, first wanting to see his face clearly
It looked like, in the end... in the end, it was like a man possessed, and it pushed towards his lips...
She did not enjoy the sweet taste as she expected. When their faces were only a punch apart, he suddenly came to life like a puppet, turned his face away, and slipped out of her palm at the right time, but did not give her any food.
It was half the price. When she was at a loss, he glared at her and said coldly: "No matter who you are, please respect yourself."
She knew she was in the wrong, but she would never lower her noble head and lose her precious face. She was stunned for only a moment, then she blushed and pushed back: "What's so great? The dignified commander-in-chief of the three armies of the Central Plains is nothing more than this.
All the camels in our desert are more handsome than you!" But why don't you see this young lady running to kiss the camel?
Zhao Changyuan was too lazy to talk to her anymore, lowered his head again, and waited for his own death. His originally lifeless mood was now more irritable and unbearable. Why did these inexplicable guys have to take turns to get in trouble with his chin? Why did they let him get in trouble?
Does he have to guard against wolves before he dies?
She felt bored and wanted to turn around and leave, but she caught a glimpse of the lunch box lying untouched on the ground in the corner.
"Why don't you eat?" She turned around and asked. But then she felt that she was a little stupid for asking. With his current posture, he couldn't eat even if he wanted to.
So she walked to the door and unleashed her anger on the innocent guard, which somewhat calmed down her useless mood of wanting to eat but not eating: "Hey, why don't you let him eat? My father asked you to watch him.
, and you might starve him to death!"
The guard said with a bitter look on his face: "I'm telling you the saint, my subordinates dare not neglect him and feed him every meal, but he refuses to speak, and there is nothing I can do about it."
She hesitated for a moment, walked to the wall, picked up the lunch box, and returned to Zhao Changyuan. Even if he was not as good as a camel, it was not good to watch him starve to death. God has a lustful nature, oh no, a good life is a virtue, isn't it?
Thinking of this, she stretched out her claws again, passed through his long hair, and successfully touched his face. This time, her movements were gentle, not as rough as the last time.
But this time, he was no longer as obedient and quiet as before, letting her raise her chin to admire him. Instead, he quickly dodged her hand, suddenly raised his head, glared at her and roared one word: "Get out -" (