"Excuse me...can you change your position? For example, use your back?"
Chen Kuang was held in the arms of the black-armored guard and endured it for three seconds.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer and spoke politely despite the pain.
Qingcuo glanced down at him: "Why?"
"..."
It's not a matter of dignity, but the princess hug is really a bit gay, man.
Do you really think it’s okay for two grown men to use this position?
Well, maybe ancient people had conservative concepts and really didn’t have the concept of male defense...
With this thought, and the fact that Qingcuo took it for granted, Chen Kuang couldn't say anything else.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingcuo thought for a while and said:
"Do you feel pain? That's because your leg is broken, not because I held you in a bad way."
Chen Kuang: "?"
Could this still be a misunderstanding?
Could it be that he felt that he was complaining that his hug was not good enough or gentle enough?
What kind of nerves do you have to have to think that the severe pain from the fracture is due to posture problems... It's a bit insulting.
Chen Kuang explained: "There are three types of disabilities: disabled, crippled, and disabled. They are all different. I am a blind man, not a fool."
"I know."
"So you think I don't know my leg is broken?"
"I'm afraid you don't know."
"..."
Chen Kuang took a breath and forced a smile: "Thank you very much for your thoughtfulness."
Qingcuo said: "You're welcome."
Chen Kuang finally understood.
This guy is just a dumb beast and can't understand human speech.
Chen Kuang no longer protested against the princess' hug and remained silent, but fortunately, the severe pain in his leg had gotten used to it and was not so uncomfortable after the interruption.
However, Qingcuo took one look at his pale face and his cheeks that were tense due to clenching his teeth subconsciously. He showed a look of surprise and took the initiative to speak.
"So you really know that your leg is broken."
Chen Kuang said nothing.
Qingcuo said calmly: "I thought you didn't feel pain. After all, this kind of pain is severe enough for an ordinary person to not faint instantly."
His eyes were calm: "And you... didn't say a word."
Chen Kuang's eyebrows skipped a beat, but before he could speak, the respectful voice of a strange jailer came from in front of him.
"Sir! What are you..."
"Open the door."
The newly replaced jailer was originally wondering why the black armored guard was holding someone, but then he saw a large amount of blood dripping from Chen Kuang's dangling clothes, turning everything below his knees red.
He immediately fell silent and quickly reached out to open the heavy iron door of the prison.
Watching Qingcuo walk inside, the horrific blood trail snaked all the way.
As soon as Chu Wenruo heard the noise, he stood up quickly, walked to the edge of the cell, raised his head, and there was a hint of tears in his beautiful eyes.
Qingcuo had previously killed two jailers neatly and then took away Chen Kuang, her only support at the moment, frightening this weak little woman.
Chen Kuang could hear her helpless and desperate screams when he left.
At this time, seeing Chen Kuang back again, he was overjoyed.
But when she got closer, Chu Wenruo noticed something strange. When she saw the extremely dazzling blood, her expression froze, and her breathing almost stopped.
The jailer opened the cell door and Qingcuo leaned over and put Chen Kuang down.
He was even considerate enough to let him lean against the railing on Chu Wenruo's side.
Chu Wenruo approached slowly and stiffly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and saw Chen Kuang sitting against the wall with his legs stretched out, and his tibia had collapsed. The miserable situation was almost unbearable to look at.
"Mr. Chen..."
Chu Wenruo's beautiful eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and they fell down her cheeks. The corners of her slightly drooped eyes turned red, looking pitiful.
She could not imagine how painful such torture would be. Her heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand and crushed into pieces.
The words were almost choked, so she could only reach out her hand through the gap in the railing, carefully and gently wipe the cold sweat from Chen Kuang's forehead with her fingers.
The beautiful woman's eyes were filled with tears and her face was full of guilt: "I'm sorry... Mr. Chen... I misunderstood... I hurt you..."
What did she misunderstand again?
Chen Kuang sighed inwardly and reluctantly said: "It's okay, it's none of your business."
Qingcuo took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and sprinkled the powder on Chen Kuang's bloody leg.
Chu Wenruo suddenly got excited and said sharply:
"You thieves and bastards, come at me if you have anything you want!"
She desperately reached out to grab the clothes behind Qingcuo:
"Stop attacking innocent people! Do you hear me? I am Mrs. Liang Guo, you are interrogating me! Don't touch him!"
Qingcuo said calmly: "This is healing medicine."
Chu Wenruo was speechless for a moment, his movements froze, and there was a hint of embarrassment in the quiet air.
If Chen Kuang hadn't been so painful that his face was distorted at this moment, he would have laughed out loud.
Qingcuo stood up and said, "This medicine can only treat skin injuries. Your legs are already useless."
Chen Kuang was silent.
Qingcuo paused, glanced at Chu Wenruo again, turned and left without saying anything else.
The jailer locked the door again.
Chen Kuang moved his eyes. He originally wanted to open them, but found that his eyelids were covered with sweat. It was difficult to open them, so he simply lay down like this.
He took a deep breath, smiled, and comforted softly: "It's okay."
"Everything should be fine for the next seven days..."
Chu Wenruo suppressed his emotions and asked hoarsely:
"Seven days..."
"Mr. Chen...is this what you got in exchange for your two legs?"
Chen Kuang shook his head, reached out and touched his leg, feeling that the muscles and bones were indeed healing at a high speed, and raised the corners of his mouth:
"Where are we now? The results haven't come yet."
What he wants is not just surviving these seven days.
When Chen Kuang decided to face Li Hongling directly, he was already prepared to be seriously injured.
Such a small injury was actually much better than he thought, even a little too light.
Anyway, with the passive presence of "Meat Ganoderma", it means that as long as he does not suffer fatal injuries, he will not die directly, and the wounds will heal quickly.
But what he was afraid of was not death, but that once his constitution was discovered and he was imprisoned as a "medicine man", even if he could escape later, he would still be wasting a lot of time.
In the final analysis, his current strength is too weak.
I hope that in these seven days, I can accumulate enough useful passives, and Huo Hengxuan had better have a backup plan as he guessed, otherwise his plan will still be risky.
Probably because Li Hongling wanted to teach him a lesson, no one came over for a whole afternoon. There was no food or wine, and no one gave him a piano.
Chen Kuang didn't find it difficult, and silently thought about the content of the Ku Rong chapter. He only found it difficult to understand, and was more annoying than the injury on his leg.
With no foundation and no one to guide you... it is indeed too difficult to master a top-level swordsmanship out of thin air.
In the evening, Huo Hengxuan was finally released.
The same scene happened again, but the escorting jailer was completely different, his attitude was much more cautious, and he did not push or push him again.
Huo Hengxuan was a little surprised.
With his hands and feet shackled, he was carried back to the cell that had been cleaned, and he saw Chen Kuang next door at a glance.
His eyes widened and he moved over to take a closer look. Suddenly he laughed and staggered:
"Hahaha... I thought you had some ability. You boasted loudly, but it turns out you are just a cripple!"
"You still want me to believe you? Bah, what the hell!"
The old man laughed so hard that tears came out and wetted his messy gray hair.
Although it is a very funny scene, it is somehow more desolate.
Chen Kuang waited for him to finish laughing, then looked at him and said calmly:
"Really? Then have you seen the jailers here? Every face."
Huo Hengxuan was stunned.
He recalled what he saw along the way, all the jailers... had been replaced.
The old man's pupils tightened and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Chen Kuang.
impossible……
"Where's the previous jailer?"
"died."
"Five?"
"All of them, you didn't say how many you wanted to kill."
Huo Hengxuan was silent for a long time: "You... how did you do it?"
Chen Kuang liked the confused look of this old man Deng very much.
He opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of smiles under the blood and sweat:
