Moments ago.

Jing Che stuck behind the stone gate and listened nervously to every move outside, but she couldn't hear anything except the sound of the tide, and she was a little depressed and hung a very nervous heart.

I don't know what happened to Master. She paced back and forth in the small cubicle, secretly slandering herself, the self-asserted master, why didn't she take her, she was so disliked?

At most, she occasionally made some trouble, she admitted, but she is also a capable person with a big move, okay? She is also noble-born, has the world in her heart, and has a warm blood, where is he going to find such a good apprentice as her?

The more resembling it is, the more resentful she becomes, next time she must hide his wine gourd, his divine sword and his little apprentice, and only when she sees his anxious appearance can she relieve her hatred in her heart.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of unlocking outside. Did Master pick him up? Jing Che was almost excited.

The iron door was slowly opened, and the flickering candlelight spread out inch by inch.

"Division—" The crisp voice was stuck in half, and it was blocked back.

There were three people who came in, although they all looked like Zhen Yi people, but they were expressionless, and they said to Jing Che without ups and downs: "The Sword Saint ordered us to take you to the boat. ”

Jing Che shuddered when he heard this cold voice, but he couldn't figure out anything strange for a while, and asked tentatively, "Master is on the boat?" ”

"Yes."

"Is Master busy?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to abandon this ship?"

"Yes."

A single voice stiffened and sounded extremely boring, and Jing Che stopped asking.

Since it was Zhenyi, it should have been sent from that ship. Although Jing Che also wondered why the clansmen would be so indifferent when they saw the clansmen. Even if Seven Shadows kidnapped her last time, he was polite to her.

Let's ask again after seeing Master.

Thinking so, he followed the three people out. One of them walked in front of Jing Che, and the other followed behind him. However, as he walked, Jing Che wondered more and more, why were they so stiff even in their pace? It was as if the limbs of a dead man were swinging mechanically and lifelessly, without the slightest hint of life.

Frightened by his own thoughts, Jing Che hurriedly comforted himself, how could he be a dead person if he could speak?

When I walked to the slightly rocking deck, I found that the boat had reached the edge of the old passenger ship at some point, and a thick rope was hanging from it. The sea had calmed down, reflecting a broken moonlight.

The huge hull in front of him blocked the view, so that the battle situation of the other ship could not be seen.

The three of them stood on the side and didn't speak, just looked at Jing Che directly.

"Shall I go up first?"

"Yes."

Jing Che hesitated, uneasy in his heart tumbling violently, but he never found any unusual clue, and was panicked by the straight eyes, so he had to climb the rope and climb up.

Crawling and crawling, Jing Che unconsciously lowered his eyes and looked down. The moonlight was desolate and sprinkled on the faces of the three Zhenyi people below, and they looked so white that they looked like bones that had been buried in the soil for a long time.

A pimple in his heart, Jing Che suddenly caught something-

It's when they speak, they don't open their mouths at all! All their activities seem to be manipulated, mechanical and stiff, yes, like dead people, like they have no soul!

Chilling, Jing Che subconsciously wanted to escape, but the person was still hanging on the rope, unable to advance or retreat. She glanced at the endless sea, and at the moment of hesitation, her arm was grabbed by the ship's men and lifted it up roughly.

"Ahh

The pain was so painful that she almost cried, but when she thought that she hadn't seen her master yet, she gritted her teeth and stood up dizzily, and the situation on the ship still made her already have a sense of foreboding.

The deck was densely packed with Lincang soldiers, armed with weapons and ready to fight. The sharp blade refracted with silver light shone brightly in front of her, and her heart trembled.

This...... Isn't this a ship of the Perfect? Jing Che immediately reacted, it was a trap! They pretended to be chasing after me to lure Master into the bait, but no matter what ship Master got on, it was a trap.

She hated it so much that she only blamed herself for thinking too simply, and blindly pleaded with the master to save people.

What happened to Master? Her eyes searched everywhere, and finally swept to the warship, and she met a cold gaze from there.

"Master—" She shouted to the side of the boat in recklessness.

"Hey, don't move, don't be delusional, if you strange in the God Butcher Suo, your feet will be wasted." Xiao Ember sat leisurely on the deck with Erlang's legs crossed, gloating at this scene.

Both feet were buckled with the God Butcher Rope, and if the wind moved, the God Butcher Rope would be strangled into the bones until it was cut off.

Xiao Ember wanted to humiliate him in this way, but his face did not change, but like a statue of a god standing in the moonlight, his eyes were only focused on the girl on the other boat, his expression was terrifyingly cold, exuding a cold and undefiled coldness.

The more seamless people are like this, the more Xiao Ember wants to see where his bottom line is.

As soon as his hand was raised, a soldier leaned over to obey the order.

"Tell the people over there to bring his apprentice."

"Yes." The soldier clenched his fists and went down to deliver the order.

"Let's make a bet between the hundred miles of wind - if you can keep quiet from beginning to end, I'll ...... Let go of your apprentice," the curvature of the corners of his mouth hooked up the anger, and Xiao Yan's face showed a ruthless look, "Heh, I want to see what extent it can make you lose control." ”

In the bones of Lincang people, it seems that they are born with a quirk that torments people.

Within a moment, there was a loud noise from the boat.

It's still like this.,No matter where you go, it's this temperament.。

In the past, when I heard this voice, I was so worried that I wanted to plug her mouth and throw her out, but now I heard it heart-wrenching, and there was only a sadness left, and I wanted to lift up this sea and drown everything that could not be recovered.

She was just a few steps away from him, but he couldn't do anything. If he didn't take these few steps, he wouldn't be able to wipe the tears from her face, and if he took those steps to hug her, he wouldn't be able to accompany her for the rest of her life.

The clenched fists seemed to crush the air in their hands, and the innocence of the knuckles was colder than the moonlight.

"Master—" She called out sadly when she saw him.

After just one glance, the tears on his little face and the shocking blood on his forehead, he couldn't bear to turn his face sideways, and closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Ache." A call choked in his throat.

"Master, why don't you look at Ah Che......" Jing Che didn't cry anymore, just asked helplessly, and his soft voice echoed with infinite sorrow. She couldn't understand why Master just stood there indifferently and didn't look at her.

She wanted to walk up to him, grab his robe by his arm, and lean on him as a scoundrel, but her body was held by the soldiers behind her.

Instead, Xiao Yan stood up, walked up to her, and squatted down kindly and pinched her chin: "Your master is so ruthless, what do you say you should do?" ”

Jing Che pursed his lips, there were still hazy tears in his eyes, but he glared at him fiercely without showing weakness, and suddenly bit down on his tiger mouth.

Xiao Ember withdrew his hand in pain, and threw it over with a backhand slap. Half of Jing Che's cheeks were instantly red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

His eyes were full of fierce anger, he looked at Jing Che, and raised his voice word by word: "Is there anyone who volunteered to bud the little girl?" ”

After sneering, Xiao Shen sat back in his chair and observed the expression of Baili Feng with great interest.

A look of powerless and fierce forbearance.

Oh, Jiahuang Sword Saint, it's just that.

Jing Che found that the restraints behind him were suddenly gone, but he saw a rough soldier with a lewd face surrounding him.

Even if you can't understand Xiao Yan's words, you subconsciously understand what the posture in front of you represents. She struggled back, flanking the man's hand in disgust and fear, only to be grabbed by the wrist and locked behind her.

The strange man's temperature sprayed on her soft body, and he deliberately rubbed against her skin and slowly untied her belt. The girl's body is always very sensitive, and at the moment it trembles like an autumn leaf trembling in the wind.

"Master......" She writhed desperately to avoid the dirty hand, and she struggled to call, even now still firmly believing that the god-like Master would save her.

Jing Che wanted to walk towards Baili Fengjian regardless of it, but was dragged back by the force behind him, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Desperately clasped the gap in the deck and tried to crawl forward, but the big rough hand dragged it back fiercely.

The knuckles were oozing blood in the hard tug-of-war, but the girl with fine skin and tender flesh did not notice the pain in her hands at the moment, but just looked at her master for help, her eyes full of tears.

Baili Fengma pursed his lips tightly, trying his best to restrain the trembling.

Even though he wanted to tear that beast apart, he was bound by the God Slaughter Rope and couldn't move half a step. If you desperately want to save her, but what happens after you save her? He has become a waste, and even if he has wings, he will not be able to escape from the vast sea.

He could only remain silent and wait for Xiao Ember ...... Kept his promise and let her go.

Ah......h

His pain was hidden in the wind, no less than half a point of her, but he could not call, he could not cry.

She looked at him, and from the angle of looking up, he was shrouded in moonlight like a ruthless and desireless god—this was her master.

But he didn't look at her.

She suddenly became clear.

Hopelessness swept in, setting off a tsunami out of thin air, engulfing all the laughter that had passed.

"Master will be back to pick you up soon."

In his mind is his gentle and indulgent voice, and the touch of his wanton green stubble on his forehead seems to be vivid.

The man behind him lost patience and straddled her, tearing her shirt open.

"Hiss-" There was a sound of cloth tearing, as if it was the whole night sky, and the overwhelming cold sloped down.

It's cold......