Bandits raising buns

The night is thick black, without a trace of light.As if many years ago, countless nights.There seemed to be an extra breath in the room, and that breath was so fragile that it seemed to be extinguished at any time.That feeling terrified him, Wang Duan's body trembled slightly, he sat up and groped in the night.

Duan Wang closed his eyes, his thoughts became more and more in a trance.It was dark and quiet, and he suddenly didn't know what was going on.At that moment, it seemed that six years had passed, and life and death had passed.Qingli did not die, this room is still the room of Qingli in the past.

"My lord, Mr. Zhao won't last long without eating or drinking like this."

The young man was too thin, as if a layer of skin was draped over the bones, so skinny.Listening to the breath, King Duan stretched out his hand tremblingly, smelling the breath, and gently touched it.

Empty, nothing.

The confused mind gradually cleared up, the only remaining hope suddenly disappeared, and the chill emerged from the soles of the feet.

If there is light at this time, you can see that King Duan's face is extremely ugly, his lips are already pale, cold sweat is constantly falling from his forehead, and his eyes are mixed with fierceness and pain.The handsome face is still the same, but it looks like a ghost.

He thought of the words he said to Zhuge Long at night.He said that Qingli was dead.

That's right, he's dead. The young man with aura is no longer there.This fact is like a net, wrapping him in it, making him a prisoner, and he cannot escape through all kinds of struggles.

Duan Wang got up from the bed, walked to the side of the bed, and pushed the window open.

Outside the window, the moon and stars are sparse, insects and frogs are chirping, and there is also a faint sound mixed in.The sound was intermittent, and gradually became one piece, becoming a melodious flute sound.

Duan Wang's hand holding the window lattice suddenly tightened, his fingers turned white, and his knuckles protruded.

—"Brother Li, what the hell is this, can it be eaten?"

——"Little idiot, you just know how to eat. This is called a flute, and it can make a nice sound."

— "Flute? You teach me how to play?"

— "That's natural."

— "Haha, I am indeed a genius, and he can sing better than Miss Yuhong from Cuixiangfang!"

— "Why do you want to compare with girls from the brothel?"

Duan Wang suddenly moved closer to the window, and the voice became more real and became a familiar tune.The notes struck Duan Wang's heart one after another, like the drizzle in spring, falling on the already dry land, breeding strands of hope.Duan Wang jumped out of the window and headed towards Le Qi's direction.

Passing through corridors, rockeries, and small rivers, Duan Wang came to a forest, and the voice came from the depths of the forest.Duan Wang was lucky, and he walked into the woods in a few steps.

The moonlight was very bright, the shadows of the trees flickered, and a figure appeared indistinctly not far away.It was a slender figure with a slender waist and black hair hanging behind him, like an elf in the mist, coming on the water vapor.Duan Wang's eyes widened, staring at the figure closely, fearing that he would miss the point, his thin lips trembled slightly, and cautiously called out a name.

"Qingli..."

The figure originally turned its back to Duan Wang, but when he heard his voice, he turned around slowly.

Duan Wang held his breath, and the next moment, his neck felt a huge pain, and he fell into darkness.

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In the dark and damp dungeon, a person was tied to a wooden shelf.

The tall man was tied up with ropes, his fine clothes were a little messy, his black hair fell down, covering his thick eyebrows, his eyes were tightly closed, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his handsome face was a little pale.

The man moved suddenly, his eyes slowly opened, and the phoenix eyes were dark.His whole body was limp, with ropes tied all over his body, and the only thing that could move was his eyes.The man's eyes scanned the surroundings, and then landed on himself, his brows furrowed slightly.Even in such an embarrassing situation, the luxury of the man has not diminished, and his indifference remains the same, but there is a hint of ferocity in those dark eyes.

This is a dungeon, and like the dungeons in Kyoto, it has a strong sense of death.The rotten and disgusting smell spread in the air, filled the nose, facial features, and penetrated everywhere.

Duan Wang closed his eyes to block out the aura, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

Who caught him?

Zhao Chuang?Did the tens of thousands of bandits under his command lose their lives?

King Qin?If it was King Qin, he would be killed directly.

Duan Wang's face is gloomy and cold, no matter who it is, he will not let it go easily, they shouldn't arrest him, let alone use Qingli to arrest him!

Time passed by, and with a heavy sound, the door of the dungeon finally opened.

A tall and strong man walked in wearing a mask, holding a three-finger-thick whip in his hand, and walked towards him with heavy steps.

Duan Wang raised his head, and the thick whip came over, suddenly, without a word of nonsense.The whip left a gash across his face, left and right.The whip brought up a burst of blood.Duan Wang looked at the man expressionlessly, with a frightening chill in his eyes.

Duan Wang's eyes seemed to anger the man, the man almost exhausted his strength, and the whip kept falling on his body and face.It seems to be venting anger and revenge.

"Have you ever imagined that you will end up today?" The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.

Duan Wang suddenly laughed, with scars all over his body, and a face full of hostility due to scars, he smiled softly, so elegant and dazzling.

"why are you laughing?"

"I don't know why King Chuang took such a big risk to trap me here?"

The man paused: "Do you know who I am?"

Duan Wang smiled lightly and said: "The humiliation of King Chuang today, this king will remember in his heart." The voice was smiling, not gnashing of teeth, but it was very cold and severe.Anyone who has experienced King Duan's methods will already be so frightened that his legs will go weak.

Zhao Chuang didn't know.He only felt refreshed, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot.

Zhao Chuang tore off the mask and threw it on the ground.He was in a very good mood, his disheveled hair was combed very neatly, and the exposed eye was also very energetic, which could be described as high-spirited, and that eye stared at King Duan as if staring at a little lamb.

"Why did you arrest me?" Duan Wang asked.

It would not do any good for this bandit to catch him, and now the imperial court's [-] troops are still stationed in Tanyun Sanzhou, if something happened to him, the loss would be the lives of all the bandits.

Duan Wang didn't know why Zhao Chuang wanted to arrest him. He didn't panic at all, but he felt uneasy in his heart.

Zhao Chuang walked up to King Duan, looked him up and down, his hands suddenly fell on King Duan's belt, and then pulled hard, His Royal Highness Duan Wang, who had been calm all this time, finally changed his face.

The lower body was empty, and Wang Duan was doing that indecent bird walk at this time.Duan Wang's elegant mask finally came off, a pair of eyes stared at him coldly, matched with that ferocious face, it was very terrifying.

The whip in Zhao Chuang's hand flew out, and quickly hooked King Duan's lifeblood. This insignificant and deadly threat was made by this bandit without any sense of disobedience.But at this moment, King Duan no longer had any contempt, but stared straight at the whip.

At this point, Duan Wang finally confirmed that the bandit had a personal enmity with him.King Duan's eyes fell on Zhao Chuang's face. The bandit's skin was black, but his face was actually not big. The scar across the left and right sides of his face covered half of his face. Coupled with the somewhat fluffy hair, it was a sight to behold. The secondary appearance is really scary.

King Duan had many enemies, so he spent a long time thinking about it.Later, King Duan discovered that among his long-term accumulated enemies, there was no such person as Zhao Chuang.

King Duan felt a chill in his lower body, as long as the bandit exerted a little force, the roots of his descendants would be broken.

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Duan's mind, and then a name came out of his mouth.

Duan Wang said: "Qingli."

The bandit who was excited seemed to hear something terrible, threw his whip and took a few steps back, his one eye was staring at him vigilantly.

Zhao Chuang only felt a bang in his head, all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and everything in front of him became blurred.He stood against the wall, biting his lips tightly, and his eyes became clearer. He stared fixedly at King Duan, thinking in his heart that the auspicious time had come, and it was time for him to kill this bastard.

King Duan didn't know that he almost drove the bandit crazy, and continued to ask, "What's your relationship with Qingli?"