Everyone owes me a favor

Early in the morning, Ding You came to the prison.

After hesitating for a while, he ordered three people, and asked Feng Rugu with a smile: "Mr. Dao, would you like to change?"

In just one day and one night, the imprisoned little Taoists were like a bunch of apples that lost water, quickly withered and decayed.

Hearing this, the three pairs of dry eyes looked straight at Feng Rugu, silently begging for a way out.

Feng Rugu didn't say much, stretched his waist like a cat, and got out of the straw nest he carefully packed: "... let's go."

The tight shoulders of the three of them immediately relaxed, and Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Rugu passed by them, and seeing their expressions, he really couldn't think of how to react, so he had to laugh in the end.

But Ding You obviously didn't intend to let them go so easily, after escorting Feng Rugu out, he asked his blood disciples to push them out as well.

When they were sent to an empty room, they huddled together anxiously, as if Ding You wanted to go back on his word.

After they took a closer look, they found that their weapons were scattered all over the center of the room, like broken copper and iron.

Only "Yesterday" and "Today" are highly valued, and they are separately listed by Ding You.

Their minds have been worn down to the point of cowardice, and they dare not even express their anger at the scene of Immortal Blade being humiliated.

Ding You had no time to waste time on them, and stood leaning against the wall: "Which one do you have?"

When Ding You walked into the execution room with three weapons in hand, Feng Rugu had already been hung on the torture rack, looking around lazily.

The wooden torture frame has long been soaked in blood, and it has a nearly black glaze color, as bright as if it had been soaked in sesame oil.

The boy on the rack yawned and said inarticulately, "Don't you need to sleep?"

Because he was worried that Feng Rugu would commit suicide to avoid punishment, and because of the excitement of his wish being fulfilled, Ding You really stayed up all night, his eyes were pale, and now seeing Feng Rugu in good spirits, he couldn't believe it: "Feng Daojun slept well?"

How could he still be able to sleep now?

Feng Rugu hummed: "I haven't slept so well for a long time, thank you for your hospitality."

He thanked him sincerely, but Ding You was thanked by him full of anger.

He threw the three weapons at Feng Rugu's feet: "This is your instrument of torture today."

As soon as he gave an order, Feng Rugu's trousers were ripped off, and a thin fishing net was wrapped around him, tightening his flesh.

Feng Rugu was born with a porcelain embryo, his complexion was snowy and dazzled people's eyes, and the place that was slightly sunken by the fishing net soon turned bright red, and every piece of meat was written with the four characters of "Pampered and Pampered".

Mo Dao, who was holding a Fengzui knife, hesitated for a while.

With such excellent skin, he almost didn't know where to cut the knife.

However, the knife finally fell inflexibly.

At first, Feng Rugu felt that the cut place was scorching hot, and then there was an unstoppable stinging pain, like thousands of beetles chewing slowly at the root of the leg, vowing to eat it. He divides and eats.

Feng Rugu pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the root of his teeth, his body trembled slightly, his cheeks bulged out from biting, and he took deep breaths and shallow breaths.

Ding You really thought that he had given birth to a pair of copper skin and iron bones, but now seeing him frown in pain, he finally felt proud.

The three cuts were cut very quickly, and Ding You even felt a little unsatisfied.

But he told himself that it was still a long time.

He looked at each other, and the blood disciple in his hand immediately understood, and poured the prepared spoonful of vinegar directly onto the wound.

After the vinegar was added, the wound was stimulated and contracted spasmodically as if afraid of pain.

The blood mixed with black vinegar was diluted into dripping blood, which flowed down porcelain white legs.

Ding You thoughtfully explained: "This is to prevent excessive bleeding. Feng Daojun is right, I don't want you to die, I only wish you a long life."

He was looking forward to Feng Ruyu's scolding to him.

This will be the beginning of his disintegration.

Soon, Feng Ruyuan raised his head as he wished, and lifted the corners of his mouth dripping with cold sweat.

He said: "Then I will borrow your good words."

Ding You immediately became angry, but the anger couldn't be shown on his face, and he felt even more frustrated.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Today's work is over, Feng Daojun can go back to sleep now."

When Feng Ruzhi went back, he walked in the shadows, dragging his injured leg that smelled of acetic acid, bouncing up and down, clanking.

Looking at his back, the corners of Ding You's mouth twitched slowly.

He wants to see how long Feng Rugu can endure!

The blood disciple who was in charge of executing the sentence came forward to complain: "Sovereign, those you sent are long soldiers, and they are not easy to use."

"Use it as it is." Ding You said, "I will use their weapons to gouge out the old meat."

He looked at Feng Rugu's brisk rabbit-like back with a half-smile: "If I want them to get out alive, as soon as they pick up a weapon in this life, they will think of Feng Rugu."

……

When Feng Ruyu returned to the prison, the atmosphere in the prison was indescribably strange.

They warmed up uncharacteristically towards him.

Someone quickly helped him to sit down, someone asked his health, someone tore off his clothes, and went straight to Feng Rugu, saying that he would bandage him.

But those voices of concern fell in Feng Rugu's ears and unified into a buzzing noise, which was of no benefit except to add to his pain.

Feng Ruyu said violently: "Shut up!"

There was no sound anywhere.

He panted twice: "I'm not in the mood to deal with your small thoughts. I didn't do this to please me for you. Be sensible and don't bother me."

Feng Rugu finally won a piece of peace for himself.

He fell on the ground, panting slightly.

Sweat was streaming down hot, all the way into his eyes, so he had to lie on his back, grab the hem of his clothes, and think of some happy things.

He thought, Senior Brother Chang should still be obediently retreating now, maybe when he leaves the retreat, his injuries will heal.

He thought, Master would definitely say he was stupid, but since he was injured, he had enough capital to act like a baby, presumably Master would take the risk of being unable to get out of bed and protect himself more.

He thought, Xiao Hongchen should be called Master when he entered Fengling.

The senior brother has no apprentices yet, but he already has them.

Who wouldn't be envious of having such a beautiful and well-behaved boy as Hong Chen as his apprentice.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was useless.

The body refuses to deceive him.

The wound hurt unreasonably, with sparks and lightning flashing all the way, burning into his body.

He has no spiritual power, unable to heal the wound, and can only spend a long time regurgitating this pain.

The pain spread to his stomach, it could be said to be massive, like a huge thunder passing through the border, it made his chest tight.

Ding You sealed their spiritual power, fearing that they would starve to death and would not be able to experience the torture well, so he sent some meals.

Someone broke the steamed bun, soaked it in water, and brought it to his lips.

He shook his head.

...he was full of pain.

And this was just the beginning of the ordeal.

Every morning, Feng Rugu would be chained around his neck and taken out.

After half an hour, he will be brought back again.

From west to east, and from east to west.

Every day, he would swim the street twice in front of his fellow Taoists.

Few people dared to look directly at him, they would just move their buttocks, silently and proactively separate to the sides, and then be their little quail with peace of mind.

Gradually, Feng Ruyuan was stained with the blood dripping from his trousers on the way back and forth.

At first, there were three or two drops, but after a long time, a colorful blood path was formed.

Feng Ruyuan stepped on his own blood, and moved forward step by step, as if stepping on a flowery road full of flowers.

One day, two days, five days, ten days... twenty days.

He stopped talking.

He began to sleep for a long time to avoid the pain.

Feng Ruyuan's face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and when he was lying there, he was surprisingly thin, his body was only a thin piece, as if it would melt into the wind at any time.

Feng Ruyuan felt like a piece of delicate and priceless celadon, being grabbed by the bottle and thrown against the wall over and over again, causing large cracks.

He could barely hold himself together.

Thirty or more than forty days later, on a certain night, Feng Ruyuan was suddenly awakened by the pain.

In the past, he was often awakened by severe pain, but at this moment, he suddenly couldn't stand the pain.

He didn't need to look at himself to know what kind of situation he was in now.

His left thigh was almost cut, and all kinds of knives, guns, swords and halberds began to fall from his waist and abdomen.

The wound on his waist made him unable to even sit up and check his injuries.

However, it’s okay not to see it.

He loves beauty, and he is seriously injured, and he doesn't want to hurt his heart again.

Now, the most active thing in his whole body is the pain, shaking his head and tail, burrowing into his bones like ants, actively and greedily tearing his internal organs.

"Uh... ah..."

He moaned clearly for the first time.

The voice was very soft and broken, but it was extremely painful, and it made Feng Ruyuan feel wronged by himself.

At this moment, Feng Ruyu suddenly wanted to die.

He doesn't care about anything, he doesn't care about it, it's the sky and the earth, the most important thing is for him to be happy.

If a person wants to seek death, there are too many ways.

Feng Ruyuan chose iron chains.

His hands are very bad now, the iron chain has become a king's house, Taihang, he can only pull the chain like a fool, and wrap it around his neck.

After realizing that this was a futile effort, Feng Ruzhi kicked his right leg and carried himself with difficulty on the road to death.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the climb, his feet were grabbed from behind.

Feng Rugu stopped, looked back, and saw silent shadows.

The sound of the iron chain was not small, and he woke up most of the people in the cage.

After figuring out what Feng Rugu was going to do, they gathered together and worked together to stop him.

"Let go." His voice was weak, "Let go, please."

He is now stronger than anyone in the prison, even the youngest disciple can easily suppress his hands and feet.

The person who caught him didn't even dare to answer his words. He looked around and found a reason for himself in shame: "Didn't he say he didn't want to die?"

Immediately someone echoed: "Yes, Lord Feng Dao doesn't want to die."

"... I was confused for a while."

"Well, I was confused for a while."

They pretended to be confused, pretended to be full of good intentions, and dragged Feng Ruzhi away from the brink of liberation.

As long as Feng Ruyuan died, they would lose their last shield.

Feng Ruzhi was lying on the cold ground, his bright black eyes were turning back and forth, looking at the young, dirty and dazed faces in the prison with his heart.

Their acting skills were not very good. People who came over showed concern on their faces, while those who didn't came pretended to sleep with their heads stuffed down. Only seriously injured people were lying on their backs, breathing out their mouths.

Feng Ruyuan caught sight of a person, and his eyes never moved again.

At some point, Jing Sanchai woke up from her serious injuries.

Feng Rugu didn't know if he saw the whole process of his suicide.

He stared straight at the blood-stained Feng Rugu, his gaze seemed to be burning with pain.

Feng Rugu's heart was pinched by a hand, he looked away, and let out a sigh of relief: "You all go. I won't die."

But because of his death-seeking behavior just now, this statement really can't win everyone's trust.

Someone suggested: "You all go to sleep, I will watch him."

"...Let's take turns. In case you fall asleep..."

Soon, they reached a consensus.

Tonight, there will be five people taking turns guarding Feng Rugu, and there will be another tomorrow.

The No.1 disciple who was in charge of guarding him was so ashamed that he dared not meet his gaze, and said sullenly, "Feng Daojun, you are in pain and confused now, and your mind is not clear. Everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Feng Ruyu didn't bother to look at them anymore.

He would rather be blinded.

He could tell just by hearing the voice that this person was the one who wanted to give Feng Ruyu a good time on the day he was imprisoned.

Now, he is kneeling beside Feng Rugu, pressing his good hand, the palm is greasy with cold sweat.

He tried hard to make a smile, but he smiled like a living ghost.

Everyone knows that what they are doing at the moment is not a human thing, and that bit of shame is enough to kill anyone with a bit of backbone.

But they are still alive now.

"I'm not dead." Feng Rugu murmured, "I'm afraid I won't be able to remember you if I'm dead."

Those who were awake and those who were not asleep were terrified by his words.

The disciple who held him back just now couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, and said, "Feng Daojun, we are really doing it for your own good. Just bear with it a little longer, endure this moment of pain, and tomorrow or the day after tomorrow will be fine. At that time, you may thank us."

Feng Ruyuan laughed miserably: "Thank you...? Me? I thank you?"

It sounded like a ghost crying.

Someone tugged at the disciple, motioning him to stop talking.

The disciple stopped talking, but his expression was somewhat indignant.

Obviously at the beginning, Feng Rugu himself said that he didn't want to die!

If he died, what would the hundred or so of them do?

How can a person be so selfish?

Feng Rugu didn't talk to anyone anymore, he looked at the damp roof of the prison, at the hand-sized spider web that was forming in the corner, and said to himself: "...I won't die, I will live, Live for 1 years, travel all over the world, see Wu Gorge, see fallen flowers, play dates, play swings. You can’t go anywhere. Even if you live, you will die here.”

On the second day, Ding You came again.

He didn't have much patience. In his opinion, Feng Rugu was just like the lunatic in Buddhist scriptures who cut flesh and fed eagles.

Ding You, who was being fed as an animal, couldn't wait to see him break down. He wished he could cut him a hundred times a day, but because he made a contract with him in advance, he had to maintain his dignity in front of this group of captives.

Ding You followed the example and named three people.

One of them was the disciple who persuaded Feng Ruru to thank them last night.

He lowered his head, shrunk his neck, and waited for Feng Ruyuan's kindness habitually.

But this time, when the person led by the chain passed by his side, he stopped.

He said, "I only received two stabs today."

Ding You raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the disciple who was generous and said, "I won't save him."

All the people present were dumbfounded.

The disciple who was named felt his heart and soul froze until he was dragged out by someone's arms, and then he woke up like a dream, pulling his neck like a pheasant and screaming: "Feng Daojun! Daojun, help me! Daojun, you Invisible or dead—”

"You spoke very well last night, so you probably don't need my rescue. Just wait for your rescue tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Feng Ruzhi jumped out step by step, feeling that every time he jumped, his whole body would be torn from the middle An inch cracked, "Forgive me for not being with you."

Amidst all the terrified eyes, he jumped out of the cell with one leg comically, to suffer his suffering today.

In contrast, the disciple who was dragged out crying and howling was a hundred times more tragic than he looked.

When he returned to the prison after receiving two knives, the disciple's screams were still tormenting the ears of others.

The disciples in the prison didn't say a word, they just dared to stare at him quietly.

There was a mixture of flattery, fear, respect, and a little bit of resentment and condemnation in that gaze.

They seemed to realize for the first time that this person could actually not save them and just sit back and watch them die.

Many people dare not speak, but they can't help but think, why is Feng Rugu so cold-blooded?

After all, a piece of his flesh can save a life.

Feng Rugu turned a blind eye, stepping on the flowery path made of his own blood, with a half-hearted smile on the corner of his mouth.

He clearly knew that in this snowy winter and extremely cold night, he was always walking alone.

And people's hearts are far cooler than the wind and snow.

That being the case, it is better to do everything from the heart and have a good time.

Two days later, at midnight.

Suffering from the familiar pain, Feng Ruzhi wakes up from sleep, the moths on the shark oil lamp in front of his eyes come and go, the flame dims and then brightens, just like his vague consciousness.

Falling asleep, he suddenly felt that his throat was compressed, as if a pair of cold, impermanent hands pressed against his neck, wanting to take his life away.

At first he thought he was having a nightmare again, after all, no matter who is impermanent, he will not be so weak.

Feng Ruyuan opened his eyes, and saw Jing Sanchai who looked like Bai Wuchang.

He didn't know when Jing Sanchai woke up, let alone how he crawled over while being seriously injured.

At this moment, he is more deadly than Feng Ruyu.

After some calculations, Feng Rugu only had the words "Back to the Light" left in his mind, and he didn't even care about his hands pinching his neck.

He raised his uncut right hand and touched Jing Sanchai's forehead: "Brother Chai."

When Jing Sanchai heard this address, hot tears dripped from Yingxiu's brows and fell on Feng Rugu's body, making him wonder if he had been stabbed again.

"Hey, hey." Feng Rugu said softly, "Don't cry. I'm going to call you sister Chai."

Jing Sanchai choked up a few times, and called him: "...Feng Ruso."

Feng Rugu teased him: "Brother Gu."

For the first time, Jing Sanchai obeyed him.

He said, "old brother, you are dead, okay?"

Feng Ruyu remained silent.

Jing Sanchai tried her best to keep her voice down, but she didn't know that he and Feng Rugu had already become a pair of little mosquitoes, and their voice seemed to be flowing.If Feng Rugu wanted to understand what he was talking about, he had to spend some extra effort: "...Remember me, I killed you, don't rush to hate me after you die, wait for me on the Naihe bridge, it won't be long. Day, I'll be here soon..."

"Sanchai." Feng Rugu coaxed him softly, "I can survive for two more days."

"I don't allow you to die by that person's hands, and I don't allow you to die by my own hands.... If you die by your own hands, you will go to endless purgatory." Jing Sanchai cried, "I would rather you die by my hands inside."

Feng Ruyuan couldn't hug him, so he could only grab his weak hands, pinch his wrists, let him lie on his lap, and patted his back.

He coaxed him softly: "Don't die. No one dies."