startled autumn

Ning Banque glanced at him delicately, and said with a half-smile: "In this world, people are not for themselves, and heaven and earth are destroyed. Even if you take their lives, you can only blame them for being inferior to others, or you can blame me." The owner of the house is so cruel that he actually forced you to kill each other—you have already exhausted all your benevolence, so what else is there to worry about?"

Zhao Mingchuan listened silently.

Ning Banque: "You want to be a saint, but who would be grateful to you?"

Zhao Mingchuan raised his head slightly, his stubble-covered face looked pale and haggard, but his pupils were extremely bright, scorching heart-poundingly.

"Why are you here?" He asked suddenly, but he didn't answer the question, "Is it because something happened to your family and you were betrayed by others; or was it because you were deceived by others so that you made the same mistakes again and again; or because there are too many evil things in the world and you have no way out. can go?"

Ning Banque paused, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's none of your business."

"I can see that you have suffered a lot, but there are so many people in the world who have suffered, but not everyone will do evil." Zhao Mingchuan said lightly, "I have practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years, not to be a saint. It’s just to keep the original heart after going through hardships.”

"You sound good, but in the whole world, who is not afraid of death?"

"Although I am afraid of death, I am even more afraid of living on the lives of others."

Ning Banque finally understood that Zhao Mingchuan's reluctance to commit murder in the misty valley was not only because of his soft-hearted nature, but also because he kept his promises, and most importantly, he was unwilling to give in to Wei Tingzhou.

In order to live, if he can kill the first person, he will kill the second... One day, he will also lose his heart and forget what conscience is, and at that time, he will no longer be him.

Zhao Mingchuan: "I know you were born in a difficult situation, and I have no right to blame you, but I don't want to go down the same path as you."

He paused, his eyes lightly locked on Ning Banque, and asked, "Child, do you understand?"

Whether Ning Banque understands or not, no one knows, but Wei Tingzhou will come again soon.

Wei Tingzhou's comprehension ability is far beyond that of ordinary people, but based on what the naked eye can see, he can turn around and make half a set of Misty Rain look good. Bottom line, if he simply wants to learn martial arts, that's fine. I'm afraid he has other plans and makes a big disaster outside.

Therefore, Zhao Mingchuan inevitably became more afraid of him.

Half a month later, he was still in the iron cage, but this time Wei Tingzhou did not bring any bets, and Zhao Mingchuan's opponent also changed.

Zhao Mingchuan had never seen such a monster before—his skin was bruised and purple, his back was tall, and he was lying on the ground like a beast, his eyes were red, and his mouth opened with sharp teeth, accompanied by a barbaric roar.

"This... is it a human or a ghost?" He didn't know at the time that this was the medicine man made by Ning Banque.

Wei Tingzhou smiled and said: "You are always wronged to use the wooden sword, no wonder you are still unwilling to do your best, that's all, now I return the sword to you, and please don't let me down."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the Xuwei Sword immediately landed at Zhao Mingchuan's feet.

Zhao Mingchuan bent down to pick up the sword, and the moment he held the hilt, the medicine man leaned over and rushed towards him. Fortunately, Zhao Mingchuan dodged in time and rolled away, otherwise he would be torn to pieces by those ferocious sharp teeth on the spot .

After a few back and forth, Zhao Mingchuan's mind sank uncontrollably. He didn't know how many such painless and tireless monsters were left, but he only knew that if they were allowed to enter the rivers and lakes, it would definitely be another bloodbath.

Wei Tingzhou!

Even a lenient person like Zhao Mingchuan couldn't help but hate Wei Tingzhou to the bone.

That night looked like a nightmare that would never wake up. Although Xu Weijian was in his hand, it couldn't withstand the endless fatigue. Zhao Mingchuan was just a daze, and he was thrown to the ground violently by the medicine man.

Zhao Mingchuan had a bad heart, but his wrist was pressed tightly by the medicine man, and he couldn't use any strength at all. Seeing the monster in front of him with his bloody mouth open, it seemed that he was going to lower his head and bite his neck the next moment, but at this moment of life and death , He breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

The imagined attack never came.

The medicine man froze for some reason, and struggled to retreat. It squeezed its throat, and the roar sounded like it had been roasted by fire, dry and astringent, like being tortured.

"...Brother, help me."

The voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice.

But Zhao Mingchuan recognized it. He opened his eyes and called out in disbelief, "Zhou Lan?"

He jumped up and got close to the medicine man in a few steps. He was about to inspect the wound on its shoulder to confirm whether it was Zhou Lan, but before he could see clearly, the medicine man went crazy again. He threw him to the edge of the iron railing and smashed him hard.

Zhao Mingchuan's throat felt fishy, ​​and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Brother, save me...please...help me..."

The medicine man roared angrily on the spot, then knelt down on the ground in pain, his hands tightly pinching his throat, as if he wanted to strangle himself to death.

"Wei Tingzhou!" Zhao Mingchuan held on to the iron railing with one hand and stood up with difficulty, but he shouted angrily, blood overflowing from his mouth, "What the hell are you trying to do?! Zhou Lan, she...why did she become so?"

He wasn't even sure if this monster was the little sister who had been quietly by his side.

Wei Tingzhou glanced at Ning Banque, smiled and shook his head.However, Ning Banque just squatted aside, watching the scene in the iron cage, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression gradually became complicated.

Zhao Mingchuan couldn't get a useful answer, so he turned around and called out to the medicine man, "Zhou Lan, is that you?"

The few numbers were crying blood, but the medicine man blinked his cloudy eyes, first opened his arms and roared, then leaned over and jumped up, rushing towards Zhao Mingchuan.

Zhao Mingchuan didn't dare to hurt it, so he had to block and beat it, yelling in a low voice: "Zhou Lan, it's me, it's Brother Mingchuan, wake up!"

The medicine man's breathing was as heavy as a blown bellows, his eyeballs gradually began to bleed, and in a moment of lightning speed, he stood up straight, with the edge of the Xuwei sword on his neck, and opened his mouth to bite. Caught Zhao Mingchuan's left arm.

The sharp teeth were as sharp as blades, and Zhao Mingchuan cried out in pain in an instant.

However, when he looked down, his eyes were hazy, and he found that the medicine man was biting his arm viciously while crying.

Zhou Lan cried.

Zhao Mingchuan blinked hard, the pain was boundless, causing cold sweat all over his head, he took the sword with his right hand, watching the little tears flow down the ugly cheek of the medicine man, It slightly dilutes the blood stain on his left sleeve.

He raised his right hand holding the sword, looked at the thin skin at the throat of the medicine man, thought that it had been clutching its throat when it was struggling to wake up, and knew that if he wanted to kill it, he had to strike from the throat.

Zhao Mingchuan knew that he only had one chance.

The scene of Zhou Lan being taken away that night rang faintly in his ears. What was she talking about at that time?By the way, what she said was "brother, leave me alone"...

The medicine man's sharp teeth pierced deeply into his muscles, bones and flesh, as if to tear him into bloody pieces at any time, but its hands seemed uncontrollable, clinging to its hard body tightly. Let go, sobs burst from his throat, and tears kept streaming.

Zhao Mingchuan sighed heavily, raised his hand and waved his sword.

The sword edge first scratched his flesh, and then cut off his meridians, but the sword was raised and lowered, and even the sound of bones breaking was almost inaudible.

He cut off his left arm from the elbow without blinking.

The medicine man seemed to be in disbelief, with his arm in his mouth, he stood there in a daze.

The pain came like a tide, and Zhao Mingchuan could no longer resist it. He let go of his right hand, and the Xuwei sword fell in response.

His face was as white as paper, his lips moved for a while, and he opened his mouth with difficulty.

"It's not... your fault, I... cut it off myself, I don't blame you..."

The remaining right hand trembled against Zhou Lan's cheek, wiped it lightly, and said softly, "Don't cry."

How can I ignore you.