Wei Xiaoan couldn't get the answer he wanted from Lao Jun's mouth. At this moment, he couldn't understand why Lao Jun was silent about it. He just felt that Xie Jiuli shouldn't just wake up and accept the fact that he might die at any time. This is too unfair to Xie Jiuli!

Lao Jun stood up from the waterhole and stretched his waist by the way. As he moved, he said lightly: "Since you have already been relieved, you should know that you shouldn't be so persistent." ”

Wei Xiaoan felt like he had been drunk, but his face was still unwilling. "But ......"

Lao Jun: "Don't be, since you're fine, come with me to see the people imprisoned in my back matrix." ”

After Lao Jun finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard, Wei Xiaoan's lips moved, and finally he raised his feet and followed behind Lao Jun.

Wei Xiaoan thought, anyway, he still has time to ask for a result.

Yi Cen, who was trapped in the back shell matrix by Lao Jun, sat on the ground dejectedly, but his eyes kept falling on the guqin outside the barrier. His white eyes were as clear and cold as freshly melted snow. There was some dust on his face, but he didn't realize it. At this moment, he looked at the guqin, but it seemed that he was looking at something else through the guqin.

Lao Jun had never seen Yi Cen's quiet appearance, and even when he stopped beside Yi Cen, Yi Cen had been immersed in his own world without realizing it.

Lao Jun stood not far in front of him, frowning and coughing lightly.

Yi Cen was called back to his senses and turned his head to look at him, and a complex and distorted expression mixed with hatred, murder, pain, and anger instantly appeared on his originally quiet face. His neck was covered with bruised tendons that erupted from momentary mood swings, and his white eyes were stained with blood in an instant, scarlet like a mad beast.

For some reason, Lao Jun felt a sense of reality when he saw his appearance. In his memory, Yi Cen should be what he is now. Fang Cai's silence is harmless, but it is just an illusion.

Lao Jun looked at him, and the corners of his mouth hooked a smile that was not a smile. It's just that this kind of smile is too shallow, and it looks like sarcasm. "Yi Cen, how do you feel?"

Yi Cen glared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "But what can you do for such a moment?

Lao Jun shook his head and said honestly: "I don't have the ability to trap you for the rest of my life." ”

Yi Cen sneered, but listened to Lao Jun continue: "Although I don't die for a while, if I want to be trapped with you on this Fengju Mountain for the rest of my life, I would rather choose to let you go." ”

Yi Cen looked at him coldly and didn't speak. He knew the skills of the party, and even if it was one-on-one, he didn't think he would be able to lose. But accidentally trapped in Lao Jun's back, Yi Cen was furious but helpless.

Lao Jun still had a question to ask him: "Is this person Feimo on Fengju Mountain?" In the final analysis, the purpose of their group is only to find this person Feimo.

Yi Cen had already answered Xie Jiuli and the others on this question, but at this moment, he was trapped in the formation and could not be free, and his tone immediately changed: "Feimo is not here, won't you go to find it yourself?"

Lao Jun's expression was abrupt, and a slight coldness appeared in his eyes. Just this shallow chill can also make Yi Cen laugh, "What's the matter, old turtle, don't you dare to go out of my territory to find the person you want to find?"

Lao Jun said coldly: "Yi Cen, if you fall into the hands of others, you should be a man with your tail between your legs! You know, the last thing I am afraid of is being provoked." The corners of Lao Jun's mouth were raised, and his narrow eyes were a little banter and mockery, and there was an unexpectedly harmonious evil spirit. "It's good that all the monsters on this Fengju Mountain are there, but is it easy for me to mess with?"

Yi Cen still did the same: "It's good to mess with, how can you know if you don't mess with it?"

Wei Xiao'an had never seen Lao Jun look so cold, as sharp as an unsheathed blade, clamoring to see blood before he would go back. Such an old gentleman is very unfamiliar, but Wei Xiaoan feels that such an old gentleman is real. The master who has always been out of the world always has a feeling of sudden dream. Now Lao Jun, who is emotional, is like a living person.

Lao Jun looked at him fixedly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed out loud, and the voice that was deliberately suppressed by the cold air was like a thorn, piercing Yi Cen's heart fiercely.

I only heard Lao Jun speak: "I forgot that you have always been so sharp-tongued, and I have always worshiped you in terms of lip service." Even if you can say anything with a roll of your tongue, what have you done in addition to being able to push someone else to die for you at the moment of life and death?" Lao Jun paused, squatted down to meet Yi Cen's gaze, and then slowly continued: "But a poor rat who is greedy for life and afraid of death, it is difficult for there is really such a person in this world who is willing to die for you!"

Yi Cen seemed to have heard the most vicious words in the world, and his white eyes suddenly tightened, as if his soft heart had been hit hard.

"I'll kill you soon!" The grief and indignation in his chest surged out, and he stared at the scarlet eyes without a trace of white, and rushed towards Lao Jun with a roar, as if he was going to die with the man in front of him.

Lao Jun looked at him with pity and pity, and watched him rush to him lightly, and was beaten back by the invisible barrier. Watching him fall to the ground, his clothes disheveled, his hair exuding an embarrassed appearance, watching the blood spilling from his mouth stain the placket on his chest, it was always so faint.

But Wei Xiao'an caught a glimpse of a shallow and unformed sneer on the corner of Lao Jun's mouth, and then quickly disappeared on Lao Jun's breezy face. He could see that there was a subtle but profound pleasure in the disappearing smile.

Yi Cen felt that his body was almost scattered by the heavy blow, and his bones were about to be his own. The pain all over his body was almost unbearable. But the more painful it was, the more he wanted to laugh. He stood up from the ground with his body propped up, only to sit back on his knees.

I saw that he finally staggered to his feet and raised his head in front of Lao Jun. Blood and tears overflowed from his scarlet eyes, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was distorted as if he was about to crack. His voice was hoarse, and he spat blood foaming as he spoke: "Shifang, you don't understand anything, you don't know anything!"

Lao Jun still looked at him indifferently, he stood up straight, put his hands in his sleeves casually, and said softly: "I don't understand, but I don't want to know - because everything about you has nothing to do with me." I'm not you, so naturally I don't have to understand anything. He raised his eyes and looked at the crazy Yi Cen quietly, his eyes were cold: "Sacrifice others in exchange for your own pain?" Yi Cen, I didn't know that you are still so self-deceiving today!"