Dark Guard's Knife Blocker Advanced Manual

"Stop!" Xu Wanchun reacted extremely quickly, turned around immediately, and drew his long knife out of its sheath.

The back of Duan Yue's head seemed to have eyes, and he dodged it with a bend of his back, as fast as an afterimage, flying several feet away in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a steed came out from the stabbing, the man on the horse stretched out his arms to wrap him up, and the three of them galloped away.

It's too late to chase after him.

Xu Wanchun's face was ferocious, and he glared at the belated pursuers: "What's going on? How did Zhang Xuan escape!"

......

Duan Yue was carried by the back collar, bumping all the way, his neck was almost strangled.

"Let go, let go... I can't breathe, I can't breathe!"

Duan Jiusi looked down and saw that the pursuers had disappeared, so he stopped and threw Duan Yue down.

"Little Sixteen, you owe me another favor."

Duan Yue lay on the ground coughing violently, his face was pale, "Why are you here?"

"It's a long story."

"Then make a long story short."

Duan Jiu patted his forehead: "Why do you still have such a bad temper?"

A red fingerprint suddenly appeared on Duan Yue's forehead, he covered his eyebrows, a little unhappy: "It hurts."

"It hurts, the blood is almost drained and I didn't see you screaming for pain."

Duan Jiu directly lifted his clothes off, and saw that his whole body was covered with wounds, there was hardly a piece of good skin on his back, and his right shoulder blade was pierced by a feather arrow, bloody and bloody.

Duan Jiu frowned, "Are you serious? Your shoulders are almost useless, how can you still lift your hands?"

As he spoke, he touched his arm.

Duan Yue let out an "Aww" immediately, bent down in pain, his face twisted: "Duan Jiu! Are you here to save me or kill me!"

Duan Jiu rolled his eyes: "Who cares about your life, I'll save General Zhang."

He walked towards the white-haired old man on horseback who was breathing weakly, and gave him some internal energy to relieve the pain.

"General, can you still hold on?"

Zhang Xuan's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and she nodded her head.

Duan Jiu glanced at the half-dead boy on the ground, and kicked him with his toes: "Get up, I'll take you to see the commander."

"It's only your broken horse that can carry two wounded patients. You take the old general back first, and I'll rush over later."

Duan Jiu pinched his soft cheeks.

Hmm, it feels good.

"Xiao Shiliu, what kind of tricks are you playing? I don't know you yet? As soon as I leave, you're going to go back and kill yourself, right?"

Duan Yue slapped his hand away violently: "You don't care about me!"

"All right, I can't control you, I'll go back and tell the commander, and let the commander take care of it."

"you......"

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up horizontally by him and walked behind the rock.

Duan Yue looked vigilant: "What are you doing?"

Duan Jiu frowned slightly, and smiled: "You care about me? Anyway, I won't do you."

He took out a slender silver chain from nowhere, clasped Duan Yue's wrist, and the iron nail on the other end was driven into the rock with internal force. Seeing Duan Yue trapped here and unable to escape, he smiled calmly.

"Although I don't know what you're going to do when you go back, I guess it's a thankless job. Little Sixteen, you are innocent and not suitable for conspiracy. You should stay here obediently and wait for brother to come back to save you."

Duan Yue was furious, he raised his foot and wanted to kick someone.

Duan Jiu retreated calmly, seeing him struggling like a young eagle trapped in a cage, his smile became brighter: "So good."

"Good sir, I'll *your mother! Duan Jiu! Did you hear that, I'll * your mother!"

Duan Jiuquan pretended not to hear, and said to the side, "Please take care of me", then waved his hands gracefully, mounted his horse and galloped away with Zhang Xuan.

Seeing his movements, Duan Yue looked back suspiciously.

Only then did I see the rocks going in, and there were a few people standing behind the dead trees, with unclear faces.

"Zhang... General?"

Zhang Chengjin walked out from the dark: "It's me."

Duan Yue blinked: "Why are you with Duan Jiu?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Chengjin's complexion became bad.

He caught up with Duan Jiu, but the man snatched his horse without saying a word, brazenly saying that he wanted to borrow it.

If it wasn't for the sake of him rescuing his grandfather, Zhang Chengjin would have fought him.

"I was ordered by His Royal Highness to monitor Xu Wanchun. I met Duan Jiu on the road, and after walking for a while, I ran into you running towards this place."

Oh, I see, it turns out that the horse belongs to Zhang Chengjin.

He said, how could Duan Jiu be willing to buy a horse just for the mission.

He also seemed to scold him for being a broken horse.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Duan Yue threw it to the back of his mind and tugged on the silver chain on his wrist: "Commander, can you cut off this chain?"

"This is made of special black steel, which cannot be cut by ordinary weapons."

Only then did Duan Yue remember that he still had a sword.

He turned his back and raised the long sword on Yang's back at Zhang Chengjin: "Commander, please try this."

Zhang Chengjin glanced at the empty sword box: "But, Duan Shiliu, there is no sword in it."

Duan Yue's face froze, and he frantically swiped the screen in his heart: "What's going on!? Disappeared? Is there still a time limit? But I haven't used it yet!"

Little Yellow Book came out: "Father, when you were picked up and running, the sword slipped and fell on the road."

Duan Yue was very distressed.

That's all he owns!

"Commander, how about this, you chip off this stone for the slave."

Even if he rolled over with the stone in his arms today, he still had to get that sword back.

Zhang Chengjin thought for a while: "Duan Shiliu, are you saving someone when you go back?"

No, I'm just looking for my sword.

"I'm afraid Qin Mochuan is waiting for you to throw yourself into the trap. Grandpa has already been rescued. Once you are captured, his anger will definitely be vented on you."

Duan Yue is not afraid, what he is least afraid of is death and torture.

"General, I have something important to do, and I must do it."

"...Okay." Zhang Chengjin stopped persuading and cut off the small rock with a knife.

Duan Yue lost his support, his footsteps were unsteady, and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Chengjin supported his body: "Dizziness caused by too much blood loss, Duan Shiliu, you shouldn't move anymore."

Duan Yue blinked desperately, squeezed away the blood mist from the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth and stood up forcefully: "I'm okay, general, when Brother Nine comes back, you can tell him..."

.......

"190 eight whips."

"190 nine whips."

"Two hundred whips."

A low voice resounded in the execution room.

Qin Mochuan sat on the red sandalwood grand teacher's chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, jokingly looking at the bloody young man in front of him.

In the past, the high-ranking royal children, the canary soaked in the honey pot, and the cold and arrogant Fourth Highness, never looked so embarrassed and filthy.

"Two hundred lashes, Your Highness, Duan Shiliu still hasn't come back to save you." Tan Mochuan sneered, "Does it mean that you are of no importance to him at all?"

"Unfortunately, I thought I could use you as bait, it was a waste of time..."

Qin Mochuan shook his head and planned to leave.

Xu Wanchun frowned: "General, this is our only bargaining chip, we cannot kill him."

"I know." Tan Mochuan raised his finger and summoned a few jailers, "How about branding... the word 'slave' on his face?"

Xu Wanchun has no objection, he is one-eyed himself, and he doesn't care about his appearance at all, as long as people don't die, he can do whatever he wants.

The two watched indifferently as the jailer picked up a red-hot iron, approached the frail young man, and pressed it cruelly on his gorgeous face.

"Pfft-"

There was an ear-piercing sound of flesh being scalded, accompanied by an unpleasant burnt smell.

The boy with downcast eyes on the torture rack suddenly twitched, his limbs convulsed, almost twisted in pain, and his throat let out a howl like a beast.

"sixteen......"

......

Duan Yue froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up at the sky.

The person next to him was anxious: "What, what's wrong?"

"No." Duan Yue turned around and subconsciously smiled, "I seem to hear someone calling me, maybe it's an illusion."

Wu Shengtie's pupils narrowed slightly, staring at his face almost like a pilgrimage, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Duan Yue immediately realized something was wrong, put away his smile, and asked lightly: "What you said is true? That young man who was arrested is still locked in the original dark prison?"

"I, I won't lie to Brother Duan! You trust me!" He was eager to prove his sincerity.

Duan Yue nodded: "Don't be afraid, I believe in you."

Wu Shengtie's lips trembled, and his heart trembled because of his words, as if he was soaked in a warm spring water, his limbs and bones were so free that there was nowhere to release them.

Duan Yue's gentle and conniving attitude even made him think that there was still hope for him.

He stretched his hands into his bosom with trembling hands: "Brother Duan, my family heirloom jade pendant..."

"Ah!" Before he finished speaking, Duan Yue tried again, bending down and covering his stomach in pain: "I have diarrhea again! Little brother, see you next time!"

After all, he ran faster than a rabbit.

Wu Shengtie stood behind alone, holding the red string and white jade pendant, feeling sad and worried.

Why do beauties always have stomach troubles, don't they eat well?

......

Duan Yue slipped to the corner of the wall, looked around, and was relieved when he saw that no one followed.

After thinking about it, I feel a little guilty.

If he used himself to deceive honest people, wouldn't he become the same as a selfish ghost like Prince Jing?

Moreover, if Wu Shengtie was found to have leaked the secret, he might not be able to escape the death penalty.

"Shushu, is there any way to save him?"

"Yes, Dad can save Brother Wu's life by bringing down Tan Mochuan."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, Qin Mochuan is backed by the second prince, Concubine Qin, a future queen, a future prince, how can I move."

"Isn't the eldest prince also investigating Tan Mochuan recently? Dad can also cooperate with him."

"Cooperation is equal. I am a secret guard with a low status. What qualifications do I have to cooperate with a prince."

Duan Yue was a little worried, "Oh, it's so annoying, think about it later, go save people first."

Little Yellow Book fell on his back.

His father, the host, likes to procrastinate and escape whenever something happens.

No wonder they were still walking in place with Prince Jing after so long.

"Dad, be careful, there is still a cup of tea time for the painkiller."

Duan Yue nodded, put on his mask, took a deep breath, and dived into the dungeon.

......

The torture room was quiet.

The iron was stained with burnt flesh, and it was placed in the fire with a "stinging" sound.

Beads of blood fell from Prince Jing's toes.

One drop, two drops.

Converged into a pool of blood on the ground.

A face covered in shaggy hair and blood, was reflected in the bloody water.

Prince Jing drooped his eyes, staring blankly at that ugly ghost-like face, thinking blankly:

Without this face, Duan Yue wouldn't even give him a single glance.

There were footsteps that were almost inaudible not far away.

Prince Jing's eyelids were heavy, and his vision gradually blurred.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a boundless abyss of blood left.

He was up and down in it.

Duan Yue stood on the shore with a gentle smile, watching him struggle.