Cultivate with an African God

The guard behind Mu Xinghe knelt down almost as soon as Mu Xinghe spoke. Chu Zhi hesitated for a while, but finally did not kneel.

Mu Xinghe could understand the reason for their fear—after he said those words, the room fell into a suffocating silence. In the silence, it seemed that thick dark clouds were pressing down, and it felt like thunder would come from the dark clouds at any moment It landed and chopped people down to ashes.

Under such pressure, Mu Xinghe straightened his back even more straightly, and looked at the strong man sitting upright without turning his eyes.

King Queye remained silent, and anger had already settled between his brows, casting a dreadful shadow on his majestic expression.

A loud noise rang in Mu Xinghe's ears like thunder, but the sound came from King Queye—it was the loud noise he made when he slapped his seat!The seat suffered such a heavy blow, but it didn't fall apart. On the contrary, something jumped out of the seat with an icy glow, and went straight to Mu Xinghe!

Mu Xinghe didn't have time to react, and subconsciously turned his head to avoid it.He heard the sharp wind passing by his ears, and the icy breath drifted away with his few strands of hair falling off, but these didn't stop——

He hadn't seen clearly what the sharp blade looked like, but the sharp blade didn't stop its force when it flew into the ground, instead it continued to fly towards him at an angle!

Mu Xinghe took a breath, and his face turned pale. This thing seemed to know that he would avoid it. The place it was flying to was right in the center of his body, and his body was restrained, so it was difficult to do complicated actions. If you fall down, you may not be able to escape!

He had no time to think any more, he lowered his body almost reflexively, and then raised his hand with all his strength.

He thought he could figure out the trajectory, and he could block it with the hard-looking handcuffs on his hands!

"Dang——" With the sound of metal clashing with metal, something fell to the ground.

Mu Xinghe's hands were numb from the shock, and his bones seemed to be shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that was shaken to the ground at the same time. It was just a short blade. From the texture point of view, it was nothing more than ordinary. The short blade, but inexplicably forced him to take risks to resist!

Mu Xinghe was in a state of embarrassment, but at this time King Queye had already brushed off his clothes and left his seat, and was still looking down at him before leaving.

"—Such a good talent, why did he learn sorcery from Shen Yunlan?" Mu Xinghe could faintly smell the indifferent smile of King Que Ye, "tell him to regret the path he chose and report to Yu Gu."

Not long after King Queye left, Mu Xinghe was dragged away by the guards, but it was not the dungeon he stayed in before, but a torture room full of torture instruments.

At first, Mu Xinghe still had time to think about the name of the instrument of torture. When the nine guards who didn't know the number asked him "Do you regret it?", he said something about regretting telling the truth, but after that, he gradually lost his voice. , his thoughts gradually blurred, and he could only listen to the man asking again and again in pain and embarrassment——

"Do you regret it?"

How could you regret it.

The technique he learned is a taboo technique here, and it is also a mysterious power coveted by the strong. He should not expose it, and even in their eyes, he should not have practiced it in the first place.

But, if he doesn't practice magic skills, where can he see the sea of ​​clouds in Yunfu, where can he hear his brothers and sisters chatting under the tree, what kind of magic technique can make Yunfu's spring flowers bloom earlier, where can he see In that mysterious and vast magic world, one can glimpse the inextricable connection between the human body and all things. How can he - use his hands to protect what he wants to protect.

He doesn't regret, doesn't regret his sometimes irrational decisions, doesn't regret his lack of tact, doesn't regret that he is just who he is.

But he couldn't speak anymore, he felt blood seeping from his throat and his vocal cords were ruptured.Even Ningmai's body could no longer bear the heavy torture.

In a trance, Mu Xinghe heard the silent guard sigh, and the sigh moved far and near in his buzzing mind, and then accompanied by that man's voice: "It's a hero."

Then the footsteps faded away, and the torture room fell into silence.

Only the sound of his sweat mixed with blood dripping onto the messy ground.

Mu Xinghe exhaled a breath of foul air, his spirit was overwhelmed, and he finally closed his eyes slowly.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up from the long darkness. He opened his eyes wearily, wanting to observe the surrounding environment, but fell into a pair of deep pupils inadvertently.

Those were a pair of obsidian-like deep black pupils, but they could hardly reflect a gleam of brilliance, because of the pale complexion, it seemed that this person looked like a puppet, without the slightest breath of life.

Mu Xinghe wanted to smile habitually, but when he touched his skin, he felt pain from his flesh. He finally gave up the unnecessary movements and looked at that person quietly.

He didn't speak, neither did the other party, they were all looking at each other.

After a while, Mu Xinghe finally opened his mouth with difficulty.

However, at the same time, Chu Zhi also spoke.

They are saying the same thing.

"...Did I do something wrong?"

Chu Zhi's expression was very bewildered and shaken, but Mu Xinghe smiled instead - the pain caused him to grin his teeth, which seemed a bit distorted.

"I'm sorry," Mu Xinghe shook his hand, causing the iron chain to rattle randomly, "but I didn't say anything about you."

Chu Zhi's expression became more complicated. He was about to say something, but suddenly bit his lip, as if he wanted to suppress some emotion.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Xinghe didn't care. He just spoke slowly. It was a bit difficult to speak, not his usual leisurely and leisurely tone. Sometimes he would pause for a while in the middle of a sentence. Allow yourself to slow down.

"Maybe I really don't understand the matter of being friends. I don't have many friends, and it's almost just that I think they are. In fact, I don't necessarily hide everything from them... You hate me for not trusting me. You, actually. Didn’t I almost give my life to you?”

Chu Zhi's face became even paler, his voice trembled, and he said with difficulty: "If I... let you go at this time, can we still be the same as before?"

Mu Xinghe stared at him.

In fact, this young man must have suffered a lot after he came back. He seemed to be thinner than before, which made people very worried about his growth and development.If Mu Xinghe could move his hands now, maybe he would brush his hair and say a few words to him casually like when he was in the underground world, but now Mu Xinghe can't even move the messy hair on his forehead that blocks his sight How can he comfort the boy in front of him?

He stared at the boy in front of him that he had tried hard to be his friend. This person had fought hard to stand in front of him for his trust, and he had once regarded him as the only driftwood in confusion and confusion. He had seen his bravery , I have also seen his fragility and wavering.

Seeing that Mu Xinghe didn't answer, Chu Zhi's tone gradually became a little anxious, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Mu Xinghe: "—he doesn't know anything yet, when I find a chance, I will kill him, I will escape, I will and you……"

He was silent for a moment after saying "you and me", as if he couldn't figure out what to do after he escaped, his words were suddenly swallowed by silence.

Mu Xinghe finally grinned, trying to pretend to be smiling.

——"Probably there is no other way."

He probably couldn't forget the cold touch of the hands that restrained him when he confronted King Que Ye.

Until now, he still thinks in his heart, what does this person want to do after wronging him for staying in front of King Queye for so long.This person still controls a power that is even superior to his own, completely hidden and not known by anyone, when is he planning to erupt.

He has been doubting and speculating, thinking about the motives behind his actions with the mentality he looks at strangers.

Mu Xinghe felt that he was indeed not a very good friend. He was picky, easily paranoid, more defensive than others, and held grudges very much——When Xiao Yuanlian wanted to kill him when he came to this world, he just told him to treat him. Everyone in this world doesn't trust her, and it took a long time to untie this knot.

He is not the person Chu Zhi wants.

He actually had a lot to say, or told Chu Zhi to cherish that power, which could help him get out of the cage, or he felt that Shen Yunlan was not dead, and if he waited for a chance, he would definitely be able to take revenge.But Mu Xinghe didn't say anything after all, he didn't know whether he was helping Chu Zhi to conceal it or he wanted to conceal it himself.

In this silence, he saw that the little look in Chu Zhi's eyes was gradually extinguished, and those eyes were completely plunged into darkness, and no brilliance could be seen anymore.

Chu Zhi's expression was almost desperate - even if he was completely restrained by King Queye, he would not have such despair, as if he had sunk into the deep sea and lost even the chance to struggle.

A dead silence.

Chu Zhi's sighs were trembling almost out of support, his face was pale, his eyelashes covered his dark eyes: "Yes... maybe I won't be a normal person after all."

Mu Xinghe still wanted to say something like don’t think about the future, but he saw Chu Zhi took a step forward and hugged him. His body had the unique flexibility of a young man, but it was extremely cold. Even if he hugged him, he didn’t feel warm at all. meaning.His hand also held Mu Xinghe's hand that was tied behind the back, Chu Zhi took a deep breath, but quickly let him go.

At the same time, a warmth revived from the palm of Mu Xinghe's hand, it was his true energy - it was unfrozen and slowly flowed through his body.

Chu Zhi lowered his head, and quickly untied the restraints on his hands and feet.

He stood up and pulled Mu Xinghe up, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, I have transferred them away, there is only a moment - go!"

Mu Xinghe regained his true energy, and his spirit was finally a little better than before. He followed Chu Zhi, restrained his breath, and quickly walked out of the torture room.

Outside the torture chamber, there was no one there.

They walked briskly for a while, and Chu Zhi suddenly stopped.

"Ahead, turn right, there is a tunnel, that is the exit," he frowned, and hurriedly said, "It's almost time, I have to go back first, you leave by yourself."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and wanted to leave, but turned around almost suddenly when he left. Mu Xinghe saw the brilliance in his eyes, as if they contained misty mist, Chu Zhi hesitated for a moment, and said: "You have to cherish it."

Before Mu Xinghe could answer, Chu Zhi walked away quickly without looking back.

Outside the torture room, someone was waiting for Chu Zhi's return.

He squeezed Chu Zhi's chin and forced Chu Zhi to look at him: "I should have known that you took the opportunity to go out to save him, and you won't follow? Come back and risk your life to prevent me from protecting him?"

Chu Zhi's pupils were dark, but there was no trace of expression. Even if he looked at King Que Ye, there was only deep despair - no longer the confusion and struggle of the past.

"No...you are right, I shouldn't hope for things that have nothing to do with me, the world is so big, I only have you here to go. I am your property-this is my retribution and my fate."

He took a deep breath tremblingly, but a cold light burst out from his cuffs, and he flew towards the guard who was heading for the tunnel with lightning speed, and the hidden weapon accurately pierced into the calf of his colleague, The smell of blood in the torture chamber was even stronger.

He held the hand that King Que Ye was clamping him with one hand, and tried to stand up straight: "I belong to you, but...he said so many words without regret, and I also want to not regret it once for him."

The author has something to say:

Thank you, that flower, Alice West, Yiling patriarch Wei wifi, the landmine who called me the first emperor~

Wow, it seems that it has not been updated for a long time! !

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This chapter is written listening to a song called "Wait for the Sword", the lyrics are very emotional