The leader doesn't want to marry

When Wen Shuyang saw the man wearing only single clothes and chained to the wall through the iron railing that was as thick as a finger, he was completely stunned.

Yang Qiuyu sat quietly on the cold stone bed in the prison. He had heard footsteps a long time ago, but he did not open his eyes. His profound and handsome features were like stone carvings, and there was no expression on his face.

"Qiu..." Wen Shuyang's lips trembled, Zhang Zhanghe didn't know what to say.

Where did Yang Qiuyu, the high-spirited and unruly swordsman who challenged eleven martial arts masters in three months and was once famous all over the world?At this moment, the man sitting in the prison has a haggard face and looks as thin as if only a bone frame is left to support his body...

Wen Shuyang suddenly punched hard at the solid iron railing.There was a muffled sound throughout the corridor.

Hearing this sound, Yang Qiuyu finally opened his eyes slowly, those black pupils like ancient pools, looked at Wen Shuyang deeply.

Don't mention how much hatred Wen Shuyang has in his heart.He didn't know that Yang Qiuyu was arrested by Pei Jingrong and brought to Jiuyin Sect.Back then, Yang Qiuyu was lonely and arrogant, and he was one of his few friends. Before he left, Yang Qiuyu asked him to have a drink, saying that his master had sent him a letter from outside the pass to ask him to go back to his master's school, and he didn't say anything. .As a result, two years have passed, and Wen Shuyang has many friends around him. He thought he was outside the customs all the time, so he didn't pay much attention.did not expect……

If he had known that Yang Qiuyu was in Jiuyin Sect, he would have come to save him no matter what.

But it seemed that it was too late to say anything, Wen Shuyang was in a very complicated mood for a while, and had a lot to say, but now the identities of the two were wrong, Wen Shuyang watched Yang Qiuyu's trembling lips, and finally said nothing.

Yang Qiuyu wanted to see what kind of tricks Pei Jingrong was going to play again, but when he looked up, he saw the former vicious and sullen man looking at him with a complicated expression, those eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, many of which he could not utter. The words are the same.

"Let him go."

Wen Shuyang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and said in a heavy voice to Qin Qingru who was following behind him.

Qin Qingru's eyes were always on Wen Shuyang, staring at his back thoughtfully.Hearing his words, he said uncharacteristically: "Master, he can't let go."

The fire in Wen Shuyang's heart was about to set him on fire. Hearing Qin Qingru's words, he forced himself to ask calmly, "Why?"

"Yang Qiuyu's martial arts are too high, unlike other people. If you let him go, the leader, he will definitely seek revenge from you in the future."

When Qin Qingru was talking, his eyes kept staring at the expressionless Yang Qiuyu, as if he was speaking to him.

Yang Qiuyu's pupils contracted indiscernibly, but his face was still indifferent, watching them acting like watching a farce.

Wen Shuyang's fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves, and his nails almost tore through the flesh of his palm.But he couldn't feel any pain, and now he only felt sorry for Yang Qiuyu.If he had found out that Yang Qiuyu was imprisoned by Pei Jingrong in Jiuyin Sect earlier, he would not have stayed here for so long and suffered so much torture!

"If you want to release him, you can only invalidate his martial arts." Qin Qingru said lightly.

Yang Qiuyu inside froze after hearing this, and he looked at Wen Shuyang with such hatred and hatred.He thought that Pei Jingrong didn't need to make a cauldron by himself, so he wanted to abolish his martial arts.

"No!" Wen Shuyang said firmly: "He... must be let go, and there must be no injuries."

Thinking that Yang Qiuyu was born in a small sect outside the customs, and he is an unruly person, it seems that what he is most proud of is his martial arts. If it is really abolished, Wen Shuyang feels that based on his understanding of Yang Qiuyu, it is better to kill his friend with a knife. happy.

Wen Shuyang had died on Ten Thousand Corpse Island two months ago, and he never expected that God would give him another chance to live again.If it wasn't for the benefit of martial arts, he would not be able to return home, have friends that he could not recognize, and was notorious for being beaten like a mouse crossing the street. Wen Shuyang really didn't know what was the point of living like this.

So, he also figured it out, he wants to use Pei Jingrong's body, he can live one more day, do good deeds, see his family one more time, and help one more friend.If one day he really died at the hands of some former relatives and friends, he would not blame anyone, he would just see Pei Jingrong, the big devil, die again.

So when he turned around again, Wen Shuyang looked at Yang Qiuyu with calm eyes, and he sincerely said to the expressionless Yang Qiuyu inside: "I lost my memory, so I don't remember what I did before. But I am willing to do it for you." I apologize to you for what I did before, I hope you will see my sincerity, and in the future... try to..."

Just as Wen Shuyang was finding it difficult to speak, he heard Yang Qiuyu interrupt him suddenly, his voice was as cold as ice slag in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, and he said word by word: "Pei Jingrong, I will definitely kill you."

The corner of Wen Shuyang's mouth twitched, but he could fully understand Yang Qiuyu's feelings at the moment.

"Then..." Wen Shuyang took a deep breath and said, "When you go down the mountain, take care of yourself!"

Until Wen Shuyang and Qin Qingru left, the guards of the Jiuyin Sect guarding Yang Qiuyu fed him medicine, removed the iron chain on his lute bone, applied medicine to his wound, and arranged a room for him Let him go down the mountain after resting, Yang Qiuyu still doesn't believe it.

He looked coldly at these people's busy acting, but he was sneering in his heart, wanting to see how long they could pretend.

But until he dragged his weak body to the bottom of the mountain, and saw that several people who had been captured together were also walking down, he couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.He wants to escape!Until this moment, Yang Qiuyu didn't think that Pei Jingrong really let him go, he just thought that the devil would send someone to kill him at the foot of the mountain.

But the instinct to survive gave Yang Qiuyu hope, and his mind became active again.Although the injury was not light, but with his martial arts, even the current state is beyond the reach of ordinary Jiuyin sect members.

So he took a long sword that he had brought along from a disciple of the Jiuyin Sect before he left, and walked quickly, still thinking of luck in his heart.If the people sent by Pei Jingrong really can't beat him...he will really be able to escape the cage that made him hate with his whole life.

He kept on driving cautiously, not even daring to sleep, until he walked out of the boundary of Jiuyin Mountain for dozens of kilometers, feeling a little uncertain in his heart, so he escaped like this, and he didn't meet a single bastard of Jiuyin Sect along the way to intercept.