Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Shang Ce was uncomfortable with the too close aura. It took him a while to realize what Nan Qiao had said.

It's just... Shang Ce pursed his lips and didn't want to speak. Answering "yes" was not his intention, but if he answered "no", Nan Qiao's hand was clearly there.

In short, no matter what he chooses, it will not be good for him.

"Then it seems that the general just wants to say yes." Seeing that Shang Ce didn't reply, Nan Qiao chuckled, moved his hand back to its original position, and directly made the choice for him.

"In that case, general, please cooperate a little and stop stretching your body like this. It's so stiff that it's hard for me to hold you."

It was very difficult to forcefully hold an uncooperative cat. If the cat hadn't been softened by her in advance, it might have taken more effort. In more serious cases, he might even have to scratch its paws.

He originally thought that the crisis was over, but he didn't expect Nan Qiao to say this again. Shang Ce frowned instantly: "If you can't do it, if you find it difficult, just let me go."

He replied word for word, and his tone was quite a bit like breaking a jar.

His not struggling is already the biggest concession. How is it possible for him to cooperate!

With a stranger so close to him, he couldn't relax even if he wanted to, let alone he didn't want to.

"But the pursuers are still behind you." Nan Qiao raised an eyebrow and smiled, then slowly said, "General, are you sure?"

Now Shang Ce was speechless again. The momentum he had just gained from being a little tougher under the control of his emotions was forced to soften again after some weighing.

The physical pain was already painful enough, but coupled with Nan Qiao's threats, Shang Ce was really annoyed.

But he was just angry, but he didn't lose his mind. Nothing was more important than life.

Whether Nan Qiao really threw him out of the air or let him stay at Shengyun Peak, it was obviously not a good thing for him.

"Ah…"

The laughter with unknown meaning spread in the wind, and when it fell into Shang Ce's ears, it was naturally a clear mockery: He was still talking back even though he was obviously incompetent.

But he could only admit it.

Shang Ce closed his eyes forcefully and clenched his hands into fists. After a moment of silence, he used all his strength to force himself to relax a little.

After all, the only option is compromise.

After that, no one spoke anymore, only the sound of the wind kept whistling in my ears.

Nan Qiao was a master of Qinggong. He moved extremely fast. It took about a little more time than a stick of incense to cross the long jungle and penetrate into the depths of the mountain forest.

The mountain is deep and the road is steep, and the mountain forest is full of snakes, rats, insects and ants. Most people cannot enter here. The environment is very clean. Nan Qiao doesn't like to be disturbed, so he makes this place his temporary residence.

There are people deep in the jungle.

The house was built on a specially cleared piece of land. Without the obstruction of the dense branches and leaves, the moon was given ample space to display its full potential.

The moonlight poured down generously without reservation, and wherever it fell, it was a brilliant white, coating the log-colored house with a soft white light.

Nan Qiao entered the room and put the person on the wooden chair.

After his body finally touched the ground, Shang Ce finally breathed a sigh of relief. His hands instinctively touched the armrests of the chair and held on tightly.

"Close your eyes." Nan Qiao whispered in his ear, "I want to light a lamp."

Shang Ce closed his eyes as he was told.

The next second, through his eyelids, he felt the light suddenly turn on.