Cultivate with an African God

This person was carrying a food box, and after an unknown amount of time, someone finally delivered the food.

However, the specification of this food delivery is really not low.

The visitor is one of the nine guards.

Mu Xinghe couldn't recognize who those nine guards were. He didn't have any contact with them. He just felt that these people were like the shadow of King Que Ye, and there was nothing to distinguish the difference.

When the man heard Mu Xinghe's teasing, he didn't react at all, he just smiled lightly, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.He opened the food box and placed it on the ground. Mu Xinghe took a closer look, and saw that there was something like a bowl of hogwash in the dark prison cell, and it was even more chaotic.

After the man put down the food box, he walked up to Mu Xinghe. He was very close to Mu Xinghe, but he just unfastened the chains on Mu Xinghe's handcuffs from the wall, and clasped his hands behind his back with extreme familiarity.

Because Mu Xinghe's hand was fixed for a long time, he suddenly changed his position at this moment and fell into great discomfort. Before he could react, the man had already locked him in another position, and then turned around, ready to leave .

Mu Xinghe raised his head unwillingly, and shouted: "Are you leaving like this?"

The young man turned his head slightly, and asked, "Otherwise?"

"I said that if you don't plan to interrogate, it's good or bad... I found out that I got rid of the thing that blocked my mouth. After a while, I suddenly gain mana, chanting formulas, and blowing up the entire cell. What should I do? Well, it would be too wasteful to send a nine guards just to do this!"

The young man smiled when he heard the words, and there was no wave in his tone: "If you say that, it is impossible. There is indeed something unusual about sending me here, but I am afraid that you are full of tricks, and the scene of ordinary guards coming here will be unusual." It's all easy to clean up, you are so obedient now, then I will naturally be at ease."

He paused, his eyes fell on the ground for a while, and he said: "I just stuffed that thing casually at the beginning, and I forgot to take it."

For Mu Xinghe, the pain and suffering are just trivial details that can be forgotten at any time for this person. Fortunately, Mu Xinghe doesn't care too much. Glancing at him, this person still has an unwavering expression, so Mu Xinghe muttered With a voice: "You Jiuwei are really boring, why did Chu Zhi be so stupid?"

"Boring?" The man smiled again, the light outside the door carried a colorless coolness, which outlined his outline very clearly, "It's better to be bored than to be like Xiao Shiqi."

"Hey..." Mu Xinghe also imitated him and smiled without emotion, and asked with ulterior motives, "But you are all very strong, and such strong people should have their own world outside, why should you treat others as boring?" Hawk dogs and running dogs?"

Mu Xinghe saw light falling into that person's eyes, with a faint color.

"People have fate. When I wandered to Beijing and was trapped in the sea tower, I was as humble as an ant. Everyone could step on me. Although I was dissatisfied, there was nothing I could do. But now, I am a gift from His Highness. , get his true biography, even if I let him drive me, but in this world, no one dares to underestimate me, what's wrong?" There was a little sarcasm in his tone, "If you want to get something, you will lose something, people can't be too greedy , Xiao Shiqi has never understood it all these years."

"Isn't it normal that he doesn't replace the imposed resources because he thinks it's unreasonable?" Mu Xinghe didn't intend to have a deep talk with him, but instead asked, "——then what happened to him?"

After all, the young man turned around, his tone calmed down again, and he said slowly: "You may find out soon."

More light poured in from outside the door, and then slowly dimmed. Accompanied by a heavy sound, the youth was swallowed by the darkness together with the light.

The cell fell into dead silence again.

Still the same darkness, still the same silence.However, Mu Xinghe felt that his stagnant state of mind just now seemed to be injected with a spring of vitality. If he could move his body at this time, he would pat his cheeks to cheer himself up—it’s not over yet, there are still many variables , he still has many, many things to do.

——At least he still has to see if that kid is still alive and well, and whether he wants to avenge him.

And he also believed that the boss would definitely come back, and it would be fine if something bad happened to him, and the bad thing made him so embarrassed that he even looked down on himself.

Mu Xinghe began to recall the appearance of the place he saw just now.

A square prison with huge and heavy stone doors.There are no windows.There were no beds, nothing that seemed to provide comfort.There are some loose chains.

It is airtight, there is almost no space for people to escape, and it is very strong, even with the steel and iron bones of warriors, it may not be easy to break through.

There might be a pot of some kind of paste-like food on the ground not far in front of him.

Mu Xinghe knew at that time that someone came to bring him food and kindly helped him adjust his position-they didn't intend to starve Mu Xinghe to death, but they didn't intend to give him any freedom. If the hungry Mu Xinghe wanted to eat , can only adopt the shameful posture of putting his mouth close like a dog.

Being reduced to a prisoner, deprived of feelings, and driven by hunger and desire to survive, losing dignity, after this set of methods, I am afraid that the iron man will suffer a lot of damage.

But he is a cultivator.

When he condenses his pulse for a long time, he basically doesn't need to eat - even if he can't absorb the aura of heaven and earth now, his tempered body will not be tortured by hunger for a while.

They thought this environment would break him down, but he couldn't break down so easily.

Cultivators have far more spiritual exercises than ordinary people, and their spiritual world is also richer.Even if Mu Xinghe's true energy is sealed and unable to enter the spiritual world to meditate, the memory of the techniques he learned before is still there. Those mysterious formulas and complicated magic circles are all in his mind. When he went to study, it was In order to use, it is driven by the thirst for knowledge that is close to conquering, and now he is in this unconscious darkness, in this prison where he can't see the way forward, and he sees these things that he once tried to conquer , but it seems to see rain in the desert.

They were still here waiting for him.

That is a knowledge system that has been passed down for thousands of years. A short syllable may be a call to some invisible creature between heaven and earth. The magic formula stirs the wind and clouds with every gesture, symbols and words form a magic circle, engraved on the ground, and projected into the sky.

The sky and the earth are long, and among the myriad phenomena of mountains and rivers, people are just like tiny dust, but for such dust, there is also a long sky and earth, and all phenomena of mountains and rivers in my heart.

In fact, Mu Xinghe hadn't experienced such a feeling for a long time.

When he first stepped into the realm of cultivation, he saw a colorful world in front of his eyes, even a speck of dust was fresh and sparkling.But as time went by, he thought about moving forward, thinking about conquering, like gnawing, like swallowing, roughly absorbing the knowledge he could learn, forgetting to look back at the scenery he experienced along the way.

Now when he looked back, he realized that this place turned out to be such a big world.

That's fine.

He looked at the darkness of the four walls, and suddenly fell into a boundless tranquility in his heart. It was a very kind darkness, just like his past—on Yunfu Mountain, in Yuquan Valley, on countless bumpy roads, in the breeze. At night... the same world he fell into when he closed his eyes and meditated.

There is a paradise in the heart, where is not the hometown.

When the young man returned to the palace, their king was listening to other people's reports, so he stepped aside consciously.Now the one serving closely is Shiqi who has just returned.

The king is not in the palace, so his behavior is much more frivolous, and there is a charming erotic taste in the air, but no one can say anything is wrong. Seventeen is like a doll, let him do whatever he wants, although the king is playing with this young man, he is also Casually, as if it were just an object.

In fact, they are nothing more than objects to King Queye.

He got used to it and figured it out, but Shi Qi didn't understand it yet.

The more he struggles, the more Wang likes to play with him and humiliate him. Every time he escapes, he fails, and each time he gets a deeper mark. For many years, he has not given up.

Everyone has a destiny, and this kind of inability to recognize the facts may be the fate of seventeen.

Wang easily noticed his arrival, and pushed the others away after listening.

"How about it?"

He thought back to the young man he saw just now. He was about the same age as Seventeen. Although he was smiling all the time, he couldn't hide his listless appearance. It was completely different from the radiant look when he first met under Zhongshan. people.

So he knelt deeply and reported: "It's not very good for him. For us, within the foreseeable situation, within ten days, it should be almost the same."

He heard Wang laugh.

"Little Seventeen, your friend is going to collapse, don't you want to say something?"

He didn't dare to look up, but he could tell from the sound that Wang pinched the other person's face or neck again, but he didn't reply for a long time.

The sun was setting, and the day passed.

Looking at his black clothes, he suddenly remembered that one of his companions had left the palace for a long time and hadn't returned yet. Maybe Shi Qi knew something, but the king didn't ask, maybe he didn't need to worry too much.

Anyway, each has its own destiny, he just waited.

As for the young man in the prison, he was on a path that he shouldn't take, and he suffered an unfortunate fate. In the prison where countless people were tortured, he suffered from hunger and pain, despair and humiliation. His young life was ultimately worthless. To wither prematurely.

it's a pity.