startled autumn

When Shen Zhiqiu heard this, he couldn't hold back for a moment, and hit the trunk next to him with a fist. The branches swayed, and a layer of leaves fell down one after another, covering Ning Banque's shoulders and hair.

Han Banbu's movements were quick, and he conjured up an umbrella out of nowhere to cover the heads of the two masters.

Han Bi didn't care about this small episode, he just took Shen Zhiqiu's hand, pinched his reddened area and gently rubbed it: "Don't you know it hurts?"

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head, he really didn't know pain.

He and Zhao Mingchuan have known each other for a long time. Although they don't have much contact with each other on weekdays, he also knows that Zhao Mingchuan has always had a good reputation in Moyi. Even Xiao Shaoling rarely went to trouble his little uncle when he wanted to find someone to fight.

According to Xiao Shaoling: Little Martial Uncle has no shortcomings, he just likes to take care of things, even if someone accidentally twists his foot in front of him, he will feel guilty for half a year.

"Little Martial Uncle must be very sad for not saving them." Shen Zhiqiu said in a deep voice.

Han Bi sighed, "It's hard for a good person."

Ning Banque blew the leaves on his hair out of boredom, and said in a nonchalant tone: "He wants to be a hero, but he doesn't know that being a hero is the most difficult thing."

Why am I the one who died?Why did Zhao Mingchuan lose?Since handing over the sword manual of Yan Yu's life can save everyone's life, what is there for Zhao Mingchuan to insist on?

After three nights in a row, some people in the prison gradually collapsed. They knelt down and begged Zhao Mingchuan to hand over the sword manual. Although Yan Yu was his master's best skill in his life, why couldn't he pay for dozens of lives?

Zhao Mingchuan's eyes were bloodshot, his face was haggard, and his voice was hoarse.

"It's not that I don't want to hand over the sword manual, but that I can't."

"In the end, you just don't want to save us... Anyway, they won't kill you, so you're not afraid of anything!"

"Even if he got the sword manual, he won't keep his promise." Zhao Mingchuan said with a frown, "Not to mention that Zhou Lan and the others were sent to nowhere, just because these gangsters never hide their faces, they must not plan to come back again." Let us go, as long as I hand over the sword manual, there is no use value, and all of us will die."

"How will you know if he will keep his promise if you don't try?" Someone's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Zhao Mingchuan's cuff and persuaded him, "If you take the lead and lead us to join them, there may be a chance of survival!"

Zhao Mingchuan's heart was shocked, he looked at the people in the prison in disbelief, but couldn't say a word.

Shen Zhiqiu was puzzled: "Why are they like this?"

Ning Banque raised his eyebrows: "I see Mr. Han's expression, he must have guessed the answer."

"...Since Wei Tingzhou sent people to fight to the death in a cage in order to learn martial arts, those who survived in prison must have killed their opponents long ago." Han Bi sighed slightly, "Thousands of years have passed. It took a lot of hard work to survive, so naturally I don’t want to die more than anyone else.”

On the contrary, Zhao Mingchuan would rather die than do anything to innocent people, so from the very beginning, these people have been strangers to him.

Taking refuge in Wei Tingzhou sounds like a solution, but Zhao Mingchuan knows that this is just seeking skin from a tiger. Besides, he still has a conscience in his heart, and he will never allow himself to help the tyrant. After a long while, he replied: "Absolutely not."

For Zhao Mingchuan, this was the last bottom line, but for others, it was the last hope.

"You only care about yourself in everything, what kind of gentleman are you?"

I don't know who made the first move, Zhao Mingchuan was pushed to the ground, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, they rushed forward, and their fists fell on his back like a torrential rain.He was hard to beat with two fists and four hands, and he was in a panic for a while, but a moment later, a dagger came out from nowhere, and the cold light flashed past, stabbing at him.

Zhao Mingchuan stretched out his hand to resist, but he grabbed the wrist holding the blade at once, twisted the opponent's joint with force, then turned around and snatched the dagger, and was about to fight back, but for some reason he didn't make a move in the end.

The person who finally stopped the farce was Ning Banque who had been watching from the dark for a long time.

Zhao Mingchuan was assigned to a separate cell, and Ning Banque looked at his bruised nose and swollen face, and felt funny for a moment.

Wei Tingzhou has captured so many people, so far none of them have been able to go out. Regarding their identities, Ning Banque has always been too lazy to ask, but this Zhao Mingchuan is too special, which aroused his curiosity a lot.

"Your name is Zhao Mingchuan?"

Zhao Mingchuan was expressionless and didn't even give him a wink.

Ning Banque was only a teenager at that time, and he smiled innocently: "What are you doing to lose my temper? I didn't hit you." After a pause, "If you are not convinced, wait until tonight, Master They will also come to you to discuss, and whoever hit you the most powerfully just now, you can pick out the one who will die."

Zhao Mingchuan glanced at him in disbelief, he really didn't know what the hell this place was, even the words that a child of this age blurted out were so vicious, and he regarded human life as nothing.

He said in a deep voice: "Child, I don't know if anyone has taught you a word, as a chivalrous man, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately..."

The smile on Ning Banque's face froze suddenly, and he replied softly, "I have Master."

Zhao Mingchuan naturally thought that his master was Wei Tingzhou, so he couldn't help snorting coldly: "Forget it, I don't think your master can teach any useful principles."

Ning Banque whipped the whip around his waist and lashed towards the prison door. The voice was crisp and sharp, which was very scary, "If you say something wrong with my master again, I will kill you."

If this whip fell on Zhao Mingchuan, with his current weak body, he would indeed lose half his life.

Zhao Mingchuan smiled and said, "Isn't your master your master? I dare to say it in front of him, let alone you?"

Ning Banque paused, and said solemnly: "He is not my master."

This time it was Zhao Mingchuan's turn to be a little surprised. After thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back the personality that likes to take trouble in his heart, and persuaded him: "I think you are not very old, so you should be deceived to do bad things." , you should leave here as soon as possible, and don't continue to help the evildoers."

Ning Banque instantly felt that this Zhao Mingchuan was as stupid as someone.

He changed the subject and asked: "They really wanted to kill you just now, why didn't you fight back?"

Wei Tingzhou set the rules with blood and death in prison, only those who lost their conscience can survive. After a long time, these people only know how to follow the rules.

But now there is Zhao Mingchuan, who has always maintained his conscience and is so strong that Wei Tingzhou is reluctant to kill him.

Why?

Everyone in the prison felt that they had no hope of surviving, and resented Zhao Mingchuan for being selfish, and refused to exchange their lives with the sword manual. Instead of dying because of Zhao Mingchuan's defeat, it would be better to strike first and drag him to be buried with him.

"They will repay their kindness and revenge, and they are despicable, don't you hate them?" Ning Banque smiled.

"They are not mean by nature, but forced by the environment." Zhao Mingchuan was silent for a long time before sighing softly, "Besides, if I kill people here because I want to survive, what is the difference with them?"