Gradually moving away from the land of Wanling, after the prisoner team was invaded by the cold wind in the snow, the warm sunlight appeared in the flow of heaven and earth, making people a little drowsy, Qin Changjie's pale face with protruding bone horns was hot, the skin on his lips began to fall off, and the clothes behind him were stained and evaporated by sweat.

The familiarity trapped in the darkness was only felt a little strange around as the black cloth in front of him was torn off.

When his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, he hurriedly looked behind him, and the weak body on his pupils was still there, and the worry in his heart was put down a lot. Every time he walks with his eyes covered, there is a specific regular time, and when Qin Changjie was torn off the black cloth that covered his eyes, he turned back in time to determine whether the small body behind him was still there, and he didn't know how many times, even he couldn't remember it clearly.

"Give! Hurry up for Lao Tzu! Delay the master's hour, this leather whip of the master is not in a good mood!"

Rather than sneering at them as if they were teasing beasts, they had a little impatient temper and stuffed the chaff cake in their hands into their mouths like a fat pig, but they only saw a few hungry dogs devouring large chunks of chaff.

For these prisoners, who had not eaten for several days and were hungry, it was undoubtedly ecstatic.

Every three or five days, there was not a trace of chaff in front of me, and even a few drops of water staining my lips were a great luxury, and I was getting thinner, my skin and bones were covered in flesh and bones, my hair was unkempt, my clothes were torn, and a sour smell wafted in the air. The empty mountain wood on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, and in the endless line of prisoners, as the sun set, the distance between the prisoners and the prisoners gradually moved away by a few feet, and the iron chains under his feet that were staggered around each other had been split into chains that bound his feet, and the weight of Nanshan wood on his shoulders became heavier and heavier.

Walking night and day, most of them are rugged and steep remote paths in the mountains, but all the spacious and smooth official roads are avoided. The forest is quiet, the mountain stream flows, the dead leaves under your feet are mostly rotten, and when you look up, the branches on the top are beginning to grow a touch of spring.

The mountains and rivers at the foot are still cliffs and cliffs, and the clouds and mist under the thick color of Mu disappear with a gust of wind in the valley, and then the winding and clear mountain road appears in front of you, and when you return, you can only see a line of moss-covered extremely narrow plank road embedded in the cliff between the heaven and earth.

In a few days, I don't know how many people have been buried in the abyss, and the fierce wind and howl swept away, as if to imply that the next road is only the beginning of stepping into hell, and the broken bones under the rotten clothes can be seen in the faint grass, and I don't know how many days and moons have left behind, and they have already piled up small graves, presumably from the steep mountain peak in front of them.

The mountain stream flowed, the heavy empty mountain wood on his shoulders was unloaded, the clanging iron chain pulled left and right, Qin Changjie's bound hands were violently pulled, looking in the direction of the rope, he saw the surrounding prisoners lying on their stomachs sticking out their tongues, their eyes were scarlet, and they couldn't feel the pain of the rope under the madness, and rubbed against the water in front of them, only a slight finger away, and suddenly plunged their heads into the water, splashing huge waves and rolling.

At this time, a body blocked Qin Changjie's eyes, blocking all his vision, raising his head, his neat clothes were spotless, and the coloring was still a touch of red, but it was slightly crimson compared to what he had seen before, faintly revealing a deep and resentful atmosphere, rather than a calm.

The breeze blew through the hair that covered his face, and at a glance, there was a pair of melancholy under the delicate skin that was half exposed to the depth of the founding spirit, like a mixture of loneliness and confusion under the thick clouds. Half of it is the unyielding blood hidden under the founding spirit of the primordial spirit, and the raging fire burns the demagogic heart.

"The red is dripping like blood, and you are like a flattering dog following an adult, your clothes are too bright, seeing you dressed like this, the road is far away, I don't know when to return, be careful that the dust stains the clothes. Qin Changjie said softly.

Seeing Qin Changjie's sharp gaze coming like a deep star, a touch of coldness appeared under the corner of the mouth of the young man in red, the breeze came and went, and the green silk on his forehead swayed gently with the wind.

Falling on the sparkling river of blood, a jet-black body, the green silk was crazy with the wind, as if standing upside down on the sky, the yin wind gusted, the green silk was unkempt and wild, and then a sound came from the darkness, and suddenly frightened Qin Changjie, who looked at the young man with his eyes, his cloudy eyes gradually dawned, as if he was stunned in another world, the surrounding air suddenly dropped to freezing, and his whole body was shivering, and a drop of sweat the size of a pea gradually slipped from his back.

In an instant, the eyes of the young man in front of him had long been hidden under the dense green silk, and then, the delicate skin was slightly folded, and a faint and soft smile appeared, and the sleeves of his clothes rose in front of Qin Changjie's eyes, hanging in the air and stirring like a waterfall in the wind, and in an instant, a fragrance of fruit overflowed around the tip of his nose.

"What, you're afraid of poison?" said the young man scoffing.

Under the crimson sleeves, the delicate and white fingers are holding the wine jug, which is constantly swaying gently in front of Qin Changjie's eyes, and between the eyes, the wine jug is printed with a few peach blossoms, looking at it for a long time, the eyes seem to see life flowing on the surface of the wine jug, at this time, after the spout covering the wine jug was opened by the young man, suddenly the fragrance around was more and more dense and fragrant, and the mouth of the pot was surrounded by a cold mist.

Before the shiver in his heart disappeared, he heard the sarcasm in the mouth of the young man in front of him again, and stopped a few glances on the peach petals on the surface of the wine pot, guessed for a while, his eyes flashed, and said: "It's not that I'm afraid of wine, but I'm afraid that you'll be poisoned." Look, you are in the midst of this group of prisoners, presumably the healer who solves the sick. ”

Qin Changjie's words were full of light and sarcasm, the young man in front of him said a few words a few days, Qin Changjie always felt that the young man in front of him was deliberately close to him, no matter how he was sarcastic to the young man, and the young man in front of him always had a smile on his face that never changed, although he said a few words, but the words were clearly hinting at his intentions.

"Hehe, I am indeed a healer, but I am only solving the problem of this line of ironclad soldiers, not solving the minor typhoid fever of these people as you say, and you are more fortunate but not more lucky. Seeing that Qin Changjie's eyes were full of mustard, the young man snorted lightly, a light smile appeared under his delicate face, and he raised his hand to put the spout of the pot on his lips, and took a sip.

He continued: "In the past, I have seen how many times I have accompanied a team of prisoners like you, even I can't tell you clearly, and in the end, when I look back, there are only a few people left who are as thin as withered wood, and basically dying, in fact, even the dogs in captivity of those armored sergeants are not as good, one by one, the fierce, domineering, scarlet eyes look at you, which makes people shudder without a fight, and you are like a delicacy about to be eaten by dogs. ”

The sarcastic words slowly came out of the young man's mouth, and then poured a mouthful of wine into his throat.

After hearing this, Qin Changjie's face was the same as before, and a pair of deep ink-like eyes looked at the young man in front of him lightly and calmly.

"What does it mean to be lucky, but what does it mean to be unlucky?" Qin Changjie asked.

Suddenly, a miserable cry was heard in the distance.

The sound of breaking through the air was stacked with a miserable scream, and I saw a three-zhang long leather whip whipped in mid-air, and a group of prisoners had blood stains on their faces, and a few places left bright red marks on the skin of the leather whip, and their pupils were full of fear and trembled. Some youngster-faced teenagers held the stream in front of them and poured it into their stomachs, and then lay comfortably on the edge of the stream, and suddenly scolded, and their eyes were as if they were distracted, and the dark yellow liquid on the trouser legs flowed down.

"Master is not there for a while, but you are the opposite! Who let you bitches lie on the ground, I see that I forgot the whip to serve you!" The guard in charge pulled the cuffs on his hands to his arms, the sun was full of flames, the sweat on his forehead was like beads of sweat, the clothes behind his back were still soaked, and the heavy armor hid the anger that was about to explode, and his mood looked extremely irritable.

Feeding on this group of prisoners who were not as good as dogs like dogs, they heard the instructions from above, and went away with a look like a spring breeze, and then fell into the abyss and returned with a cold mouth, and the path had already heard that there would be a line of prisoners full of women who would be escorted to meet them at dusk.

A few days away, either the cliff or deep in the jungle, Liao is uninhabited, even a trace of a beast has not been seen, where to find a clay kiln to vent the annoyance of many days, since Jiangcheng, I heard that the delicate skin plump body posture of the noble woman of the Shi clan is trampled everywhere in silver boots and white armor, the heart is already unfortunate, the meat can be endured, for the obsessed with the rain and rain of crazy meat, but into the end of the day.

Fantasizing about the delicate and plump bodies they were about to meet, but after knowing that these had nothing to do with their surveillance army in ordinary armor, when they came back, they whispered a thousand times, foaming at the mouth, and scolded all the people in the silver boots and armor in their hearts a few times, so they saw the overflowing meaning on the faces of this group of prisoners, and their faces suddenly became violent, and they raised the leather whip in their hands and waved it down, venting the anger that was blocked in their hearts.

"The lucky ones are whipped and whipped like this, and the unlucky ones ......" The young man's eyes became more and more misty, and his voice gradually became like a mosquito humming, and he poured another sip of mellow wine.

The aroma of wine on the tip of the nose always seduces the taste buds of Qin Changjie, not only the fragrance of fruits, but also a kind of cool after the rain that seems to be moist and gently lying on the throat, floating warmly in the abdomen, slowly diving into the blood, arousing people's spirit, gently and gently blending with the body.

"I'm sure not to take a sip, although it's getting hotter and hotter, at this time, the wind and clouds change suddenly in a blink of an eye, this place is called the Hanging Pot Sacrifice Cliff, but this cliff is only a cliff that must pass through the cliff, and the cliff you go to in the end is not a cliff, but a hidden..."