On the Seven Towers

"Zhang Hong~~" Li Jia stood on a grassy slope and shouted to the forest ahead. He knew in his heart that there was little hope of finding him this way. But there were too many ruts on the road, and he couldn't tell which one was left by Hong Lifeng and his team.

Ji Yijun caught up from behind, panting and said, "We met in front, and no one found any traces, so we split up to look for them. My dad and his team went around the back of the forest to look for them, and Ye Zi led people to the other side of the road."

He kicked the grass on the hillside heavily, lifting a large piece of soil, "Alas, I've been unlucky recently. I met a troublemaker like Zhang Hong. He made things difficult for us when he was here, and he made things more troublesome when he was gone."

"Be more polite." Li Jia said with some dissatisfaction.

"Zhang Hong, this guy just asked for it. What's wrong with saying a few words to him?"

Li Jia angrily pushed Ji Yijun and pushed him to the ground, "What are you talking about? If it wasn't you who caused the trouble, would they disappear? What are you thinking about?"

Ji Yijun's mouth twitched a few times, snorted and said nothing.

"I can see that you just don't accept it." Li Jia said angrily, "Are you still hoping that Zhang Hong will never be found again, and no one will know about the bad things you did?"

Ji Yijun jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and yelled at Li Jia: "You, don't talk nonsense."

Li Jia snorted, ignored him and called Zhang Hong's name again.

Ji Yijun clenched his fists and stared at Li Jia's back for a long time. A wave of resentment rushed to his head, and he chased after him. He grabbed Li Jia's arm and said, "Zhang Hong, that bad guy, always picks on you. Why do you always protect him? Now all this is because he is a jerk! I don't think I am wrong!" "I just regard him as a companion. A companion with different opinions is still a companion. I am doing what I should do for my companion." Li Jia closed his eyes slightly and shook his head, "And you attribute all your actions to him. He blames others, but doesn't look at his own bad deeds, whether they are more excessive and more out of line than his! What's the difference between this and stabbing someone with a knife when a disagreement occurs? "

"What qualifications does he have to be my companion? We come from the same place, so we are companions? Then I would rather choose a guy like Garcia, I like him!" Ji Yijun let go of Li Jia and walked into the woods angrily, suddenly shouting: "Zhang Hong, you bastard, get out and see your grandfather!"

Li Jia suddenly felt exhausted and didn't want to say another word. He sighed and continued to go deep into the woods to look for someone.

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Zhang Hong was awakened by the pain of the wound on his leg. His broken leg did not touch the ground, and every vibration of his body tore the broken end. He found that everything in front of him was dark, and his neck and arms were swollen from the rope. He realized that he was put in a sack just like the last time he was beaten. After a while, he realized that his head was facing downward, as if he was being carried by the horse, and his chest and abdomen were stuck on the saddle, and he was constantly being bumped as the horse's back rose and fell.

He heard rapid hoofbeats from all sides, and there were many horses around him. He was moving forward with a team of horses.

There was a foul smell at the tip of his nose, which made him feel sick. But soon something even more disgusting happened. The horse seemed to jump forward, and when it landed, his stomach was hit hard. He vomited, and the sour food and gastric juice were vomited into his hood. The smell was ten times stronger than before, which made him feel like he was dying.

Where am I? These physical tortures left him almost no time to think about his situation.

There were shouts and scolds from his side. A rough voice roared: "This dead pig vomited, a dead thing that should be made into sausages. He soiled Awan's pants. Damn, these pants were just washed three months ago."

There was a noisy laughter around, and a thinner voice said: "Everyone knows that Awan loves cleanliness, but you can't let this idiot go. You should let him swallow the vomit again, and even lick the sack clean."

"Yes. Orville, I have to put them back, otherwise I will break this guy's other two legs. I bet he will eat them obediently. Otherwise, all three of his legs will be broken. Ahahaha."

"Awan's eyesight is not good. This little guy has a white face like a lamb, his arms are as thin as straw, and his strength is as weak as a chicken. He fainted when we appeared. He must not have a third leg. He must be a woman. No one in the village looks more like a woman than him." Another guy who spoke with a leak said.

"Even if he's not a woman, he can definitely be used as one. His skin is whiter than my old lover." Another older voice laughed strangely.

The content of these people's conversation was really frightening. Zhang Hong was frightened and sobered up again, but he couldn't remember why he had fallen to this point. But now it seems that there is only one possibility: kidnapping.

Zhang Hong couldn't help crying, and the sound of sobbing became louder and louder.

The man on horseback soon discovered his movements, and he yelled: "Damn, this guy is disgusting, he cried to Uncle Awan, Uncle Awan doesn't like to hear people cry the most, he just likes to twist the head of the crying guy to help him hold back his tears."

"You have to twist the bottom too, cowards have more than one place to urinate."

Zhang Hong shuddered and stopped talking. At this time, a few hoarse voices came from not far away: "Zhang Hong, Zhang Hong, is that you? Are you still alive?" Zhang Hong listened for a while and found that it was Hong Lifeng's voice. He was ecstatic at first, but then he realized that the other party must have been caught, and his heart fell to the bottom again. These people were too vicious. He didn't dare to answer, but just closed his eyes, hoping that this was a nightmare and would pass quickly.

"Oh, the other pig also screamed. You guys were too gentle. It's only halfway, and these two guys are awake." Orville said.

"Then let them continue to sleep. This Awan is the best."

Zhang Hong showed that he heard a bang, and Hong Lifeng's scream stopped abruptly. Then a big hand covered his mouth and pressed what he vomited onto his face. He began to struggle and twist, and then he was hit hard on the back of his head and lost consciousness again.

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Cold water rushed into his nostrils and mouth, flowed over his cheeks, and seeped into his collar, and Zhang Hong suddenly woke up. He was choked and coughed repeatedly, and each cough pulled his legs, making him want to scream in pain. He tried to shake off the wet hair on his forehead, blinked desperately, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

A tall, strong man stepped on a stool with one foot, his hands on his waist, and looked at him with a slight bend. The man had a pair of wolf-like eyes. When Zhang Hong looked at them, a huge fear spread from the bottom of his heart involuntarily. A fatal breath was like a giant hand that clamped his neck, making him unable to breathe. He was trembling, like a newborn kitten trembling in the cold wind. The man slightly raised the corners of his mouth and straightened up, like a wolf temporarily retracting his fangs, staring at the prey from a distance, ready to pounce on him and bite off his throat at any time.

Only then did Zhang Hong have the opportunity to take his eyes off the other person's eyes and scan the surroundings in panic.

This place looked like a dilapidated dungeon. Zhang Hong saw that Hong Lifeng was also splashed with water and was slowly waking up. Both of them had their hands tied behind their backs and were slumped against the wall of the dungeon.

The tall man had dark blond hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. He was about thirty or forty years old. His skin was a little dark, his lips were a little purple, and his face was engraved with the color of frost. He wore a gray-white linen shirt on his upper body and a pair of blue woolen trousers underneath. There was a somewhat worn leather belt with a golden buckle hanging around his waist. A dagger and a scimitar were inserted in the belt. He was wearing a pair of black leather boots on his feet, and his toes on the stool kept tiptoeing. The man was actually quite handsome, but he exuded an indelible bloody smell.

There were two big men standing next to him. One of them had a long scar on his face. He was a brown-haired man as burly as a wall. He was holding an empty bucket in his hand and grinning at the two men. He said to the man in the middle: "Boss, there is a fool and a coward here. Orville shot down the stronger one with an arrow from the woods, and then Awan rushed up and caught them effortlessly. It's easier than catching two chickens. Haha."

Zhang Hong looked at Hong Lifeng again and found that there was an arrow stuck in his shoulder, and blood had soaked half of his body.

"Boss, we also found this. The guy who was shot wanted to use this against us. This thing sprayed fire and almost hit Awan's head." Orville handed Hong Lifeng's rifle to the tall man, who took it in his hand and looked through it.

"Bullshit, he didn't hurt me at all. I knocked this thing away with an axe. My axe is still the most powerful." Awan said angrily.

"It seems to be an alchemical prop? Humph, did anyone see how they used this thing?" The tall man's voice was a little hoarse.

"It seems like one is facing someone else, and then..."

With a "bang", the gun rang out, and several people were startled. The bullet made a hole in the earth wall. The tall man walked over and touched the hole, then sneered and said to Awan: "When you don't activate your bloodline, it's enough to blow your head off. Although it's far inferior to my full-strength attack, it's still very useful against those idiots who have no fighting spirit and no bloodline." He threw the gun to Awan, who scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Who are you?" At this time, Hong Lifeng seemed to wake up, he looked up and stared at the tall man, and asked weakly.

The tall man smiled slightly, walked forward, grasped the arrow shaft on Hong Lifeng's shoulder, pushed it inward and twisted it, and Hong Lifeng immediately let out a miserable cry, "I don't like it when someone opens their mouth without asking a question! I really don't like it! But I'm in a good mood today, since you asked, I can answer your little question. My name is Cadiz, a wandering knight. Of course, some people also gave me a better name, calling me the 'King of Horse Thieves'."