"Abei, it's been so long, don't you still want to believe me?"

A soft question slowly spread in the forest, with some regrets, some feelings, and more, still sadness.

There are very few people in the world who are qualified to call Yasheng Yanbei like this, to be precise, there are probably only two, among which the Sword Saint Duan Yue has been dead for many years, and the old man standing in front of him now is the second.

The old man's sword eyebrows were all white, raised high, just like the sword in his hand, rather than bending, and he was wearing a thin long coat, fluttering in the cold wind, but not touching half of the snowflakes.

He is recognized as the third person in the world to use a sword, and after Broken Yue and Yanbei, he is him.

He is the dean of the Wuguo Wushuang Academy, and the student of the Rainbow Saint Nangong.

For Nangong Sheng, perhaps it is his sorrow to be in the same era as Duan Yue and Yan Bei, although he has a sword in his hand and a holy position, he will never be a sword saint, and even the name of Yasheng is so unattainable.

But now that the Sword Saint Duan Yue has been dead for decades, Yasheng Yanbei has long been hidden from the world, so many people in the Wu Kingdom believe that Nangong Sheng is the number one swordsman today.

Yan Bei still had the thick hat on his head, and the black gauze curtain made it impossible to see his face, and when he heard Nangong Sheng's voice Ah Bei, his fingers seemed to loosen a little unconsciously, but he quickly re-grasped the hilt of the sword on his waist.

"Last time you asked me to investigate the truth about the murder of the Martial Arts student at the entrance of the Nebula Corridor, we have already cleared up between us. ”

Nangong Sheng sighed lightly: "It's also that I'm confused, I didn't even think that it was the demon clan who did it, this matter." Thanks to you. ”

Hearing a generation of sages calling themselves old and confused, even Yan Bei couldn't help but be a little moved. But soon, he forced himself to be tough again.

"If it's nothing. I'll be gone. ”

Hearing this, Nangong Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Don't you even give me the opportunity to sit down and have a cup of tea now?"

Yan Bei didn't answer, just turned around silently, and the young man next to him also turned around with him.

Seeing this, Nangong Sheng persuaded again: "Although you are Xiao Yu's master, don't forget, Xiao Yu will always be from the Wu Kingdom, and his parents are also from the Wu Kingdom. Are you going to let him follow you from now on?"

Yan Bei still didn't speak, just turned his face a few points sideways and looked at the young man beside him.

The young man was still holding the wooden sword in his hand, and his attitude was more definite than Yan Bei's, he didn't even turn his head to look at his teacher, but looked firmly at the snow forest in front of him.

So Yan Bei smiled, and then he raised his foot and took a step forward.

Nangong Sheng's voice came again at this time. It was still a soft question: "Abei, tell me honestly, is that thing in your hands?"

This time. Yan Bei finally opened his mouth, but what he said was confusing.

"Things. is can be calculated accurately, but people. But it will never be counted. ”

After saying this, Yan Bei no longer did the slightest hesitation. With a slight flutter of clothes, the whole person disappeared from the spot, and the young man with the wooden sword in his arms left Nangong Sheng's sight together.

Nangong Sheng let the two of them leave freely, but the emotion in his eyes quickly became dark, and after a while, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted a smile.

"After all these years, you're finally telling the truth. ”

After a pause, Nangong Sheng turned around again and looked at the sky in the north, this war has been going on for a month, and Bishui Pass should be conquered soon, right?

As a generation of saints, Nangong Sheng's judgment was very accurate, but until the last moment, no one knew what would happen in the future.

Except for one person.

The one who can see the future.

Demon saintess, Asanatsu.

It's a pity that even she can't see the complete future, so she can only speculate from those scattered fragmentary images, and prevent something that is not conducive to the demons, or this human civil war, from happening in advance.

However, the entry point chosen by Qianxia was not the Weiguo Bishui Pass, but the Shubei Pass in the north of the country.

At this time, no one knew that the key to the future civil war actually depended on this Xiongguan.

Compared to facing the impact of the alliance forces of Tianlan, Jin, and Wu, the pressure on the Rongbei Army was actually much smaller, but in recent times, they found that the enemy had become stronger and stronger.

Especially the pro-army led by the damned Marquis of Xiao Yong, which has already cost the Rongbei Army nearly 2,000 people, so that the border soldiers are eager to eat their flesh and drink their blood, but they can't help him.

In the past month, there have been several waves of dead soldiers from the Rongbei Army and the Tang State reinforcements, who have walked out of the border pass, trying to obtain the head of the brave Marquis by assassination, but they have never returned.

And the big banner of the word "Li" is still fluttering in the Yan army array and has never withered.

This afternoon, a tragic siege battle broke out between the two sides again, as the main attacking side, the losses of the Yan army were obviously greater than those of the defending country, but when cleaning the battlefield, the faces of every soldier of Shubeiguan were written with sorrow and despair.

Because the Yan Kingdom is exhausting the strength of a country, to fight to the death with them!

Yes, from the very beginning of this war, Yan Guo's posture was very clear, that is, to attrition, even if the entire Rongbei Army, plus the Tang State reinforcements, and even counting all the people in Shubei Pass, how many people are there?

And how many people are there in the whole army of Yan Kingdom?

The loss of the northern pass is only a matter of time.

Li Xiaozhao walked into the big tent with iron-blooded steps, looking at the reverent gaze of the soldiers in the army, and his heart was extremely stable.

After a month of war baptism, now Li Xiaozhao is no longer the weak boy in the Yellow Crane Tower, although he still has not broken through the shackles of the position of the imperial book, but he has become a hero in the eyes of everyone in the Yan Kingdom, and was named the Marquis of Xiaoyong by the Prince of Yan, and the official worships the great general, and in the barracks, he also has a nickname. It's a one-armed god.

But he knows what he is today. In addition to the luck in the Yellow Crane Tower, it is also inseparable from another person.

The man is now seated in his tent. With a flirtatious smile on his face, he was casually drinking wine.

"Sir. ”

Li Xiaozhao came to the other party and saluted respectfully, but there was a faint gloom in his eyes.

"I said, I don't need your kind of false respect, it's okay if you obey me, or not, anyway, I've planted a blood flower in your body, if I die. You also have to follow me to the funeral, as long as you are obedient and obedient, after the civil war is over, I don't need you to join the demon camp, or betray the human race. ”

Li Xiaozhao took a deep breath and said with a smile: "What Mr. said is true." ”

He knew that he was actually seeking skin with the tiger, because of the person in front of him. He is a true Terran traitor, and if the Sanctuary discovers that he has something to do with him in the future, he will probably be a dead end.

As the saying goes, though. Wealth is in danger, no matter what, Li Xiaozhao has no way out. So he had to bet on this one!

Maybe he can't leave a strong mark on the history books, but people must affirm his existence!

And. Now he is still reluctant to die, reluctant to be buried with this human traitor. Because he still has one more important thing that he hasn't done.

The woman who had cut off one of his arms was not dead, so how could he die?

People in the world often say that history is often driven by women, for example, Xu Huanzhi was able to become the first half-saint of the country because of a woman, Shen Mu betrayed the human race because of a woman, Li Xiaozhao decided to cooperate with the demon clan because of a woman, and it was a woman who made the Su family bear heavy sins back then.

And now, even though the civil war has started, the eyes of the entire human territory are focused on the Weiguo Bishui Pass, and there are still many people looking for a woman.

Or more accurately, it was a young girl.

Many people thought that in such a sensitive period, that girl must have been protected by the tea saint Lu Yu and would not leave an inch, so those assassins on the killer list were looking in the wrong direction, and naturally no one could find her.

In fact, now that girl is in a place that no one can imagine.

"I really can't understand, why do you say that you are from such a little girl's family, why do you have to stay by my side to feel the darkness of blood and humanity?"

The torturer took the hot towel from the girl's hand, wiped the scarlet on her hand, and couldn't help but sigh again.

Su Yu has adapted a lot compared to when she first came, at least her face is not so pale, and her body is no longer swinging, at this time, she heard the question of the torturer, she reluctantly raised a smile, stretched out her hand and gestured for a while.

The torturer casually put the blood-colored towel on the table, shook his head, and said angrily: "Don't mention your teacher to me, in my opinion, he is even more perverted than me, and he is willing to let you stay by my side, if you just serve me, you even want to learn torture methods from me, isn't it harmful!"

Hearing the word "harmful" from the mouth of a generation of torturers is actually very worthy of laughing, but now the other two people in the audience except him are not laughing.

Although the man in the corner of the wall who was already bloody and fleshy was still awake, he had no strength to laugh for a long time, and as for Su Yu, he gestured with a serious expression: The teacher is good to me.

In this regard, the torturer sighed heavily: "To be honest, there are not many kind-hearted little girls like you in the world now, and in my opinion, they are a hundred times more valuable than that Rausch saint!"

I don't know why, these days, the sentence master seems to be talking more and more, especially in front of Su Yu, it seems that he has taken off the mysterious and palpitating mask, and has become more like an ordinary person.

But he is a torturer after all, so he is not an ordinary person.

After sighing, the criminal master handed a dagger from his hand and said to Su Yu: "Give him a good time, next, we need to hurry to the next place." ”

Su Yu nodded obediently, took the dagger, and slowly walked to the man who could no longer see the human form, although there was still fear in his eyes, he endured it well, put his hands together, and made a lip gesture to the other party.

The man understood what Su Yu wanted to say, and the look on his face finally became relieved, he looked at Su Yu gratefully, and then closed his eyes.

The next moment, Su Yu flicked his palm and accurately stabbed the dagger into the man's heart.

Su Yu's hand was very fast, so the man didn't feel any pain at all, and he died contentedly.

Death is the best relief for a man today, before that, he couldn't even die, but the real life is better than death.

Looking forward to the next life, there will be no more suffering.

Su Yu felt the rapid passing of another life in front of him, pursed his lips slightly, then stood up, walked back to the criminal master, and respectfully handed the dagger back.

The torturer still had the iron mask on his face, so he couldn't see his expression, but there seemed to be a flash of satisfaction in the revealed eyes.

"Let's go. ”

After saying this, the criminal master pulled Su Yu out of the inn, and I don't know how long it took before a scream came from the inn that made people's eardrums hurt.

The torturer is the best at torture in the world, and most of the torture methods in the black prison of the Holy Inquisition are invented by him, but this does not mean that those prisoners in the black prison will be better.

For example, Lin Wu, who is now in the black prison of Patriotic Wing City, will never die.

Lin Wu is his name, but over the years, there are very few people who remember his name, because most of his life has been spent in dark prisons.

At the beginning, he was just a jailer in the black prison of a state holy inquisition, but later he was appreciated by nobles and became the head of the dungeon of the Horse Mansion, which is considered to be a soaring sky.

But who would have thought that the good times would not last long, and soon, because of a young man named Fang Xiaole, he tasted the taste of being a prisoner for the first time.

And the place where he was imprisoned was the black prison where he used to be powerful.

The difference is that the place where he is now is the black prison of the Holy Inquisition, which is a dignified defender of the country.

Compared with the fat body shape before, Lin Wu has long been so thin that he is no longer human, his eyes are close to half-blind, the nails of his hands and feet have long been pulled out, and his rotten yellow teeth are no longer there, and the scars on his body are shocking, like a hideous and terrifying devil picture.

But compared to the punishment he inflicted on Fang Xiaole at the beginning, Lin Wu's treatment in the black prison was actually much milder.

This is not because the methods of the Black Prison are really so bad, but for a very simple reason.

Because Zhu Xi, the head of the Holy Inquisition, had promised Su Wen that Lin Wuchang would live a hundred years.

Therefore, although the punishments suffered by Lin Wu after being imprisoned were strange, none of them would bring fatal injuries to his body, and even the Holy Inquisition would send people to treat him regularly, so that he could live as long as possible.

Undoubtedly, such a method is enough to make people break down their minds and become a madman.

But Lin Wu was not crazy, he always held his breath and waited for an illusory hope.

Especially a month ago, he had already heard about the outbreak of the civil war, and learned about the divine power of Lord Xu Huanzhi from the small talk of the jailer, so he was waiting for the master to come and save him.

It's a pity that he didn't wait.

After all, he was just a small cell boss, and even if he regained his power, where would he think of him?

Who would have thought that he was still alive and imprisoned in the Black Prison of Yicheng?

Until today, it was already time for the daily regular execution, but the jailer who came to torture Lin Wu did not appear for a long time, and the cell door in front of him suddenly opened......

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PS: This chapter has been written to more than 4,000 words unconsciously, and there are still some unfinished, so let's leave it for the next chapter. (To be continued......)