The carriage of the Anglican Academy left the North Terracotta Division Lane as fast as it could.

The crowd gathered outside the alley didn't react at all, and even Mao Qiuyu and Chen Liuwang didn't know what was going on in the small courtyard.

The five hundred national cavalry dispersed, leaving only the smoke and dust behind.

Chen Changsheng and the others were so anxious, not because the injuries of the folded sleeves were too serious to support, but because the psychological shadow left on them by that small courtyard was too terrible.

Lying on a stretcher with folded sleeves, wearing a clean cloth coat, his face was a little pale and emaciated after not seeing the sun for a long time, but there were no wounds, and he looked good.

The carriage was driving at high speed, the wind on the street lifted the corner of the curtain, Tang Thirty-six saw the corner of Zhou Prison's cornice, his face was slightly pale, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword, where was the calm appearance of talking with Zhou Tong in the courtyard before.

Zhou Prison is gloomy, and the really terrifying thing is Zhou Tong himself.

Chen Changsheng lowered his head, his sideburns were already wet with sweat, and he looked like he had just done extremely heavy physical work.

He took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the sweat off his face, and then put it in the palm of his hand, and the real yuan was wrapped outside.

Before entering Zhou Prison earlier, he was holding this handkerchief.

He rarely sweated, like Tang Thirty-six and Xuanyuan Po, he had never seen it.

Today's situation was special, and he thought in advance that he might sweat.

After confirming that the handkerchief wet with sweat did not release the strange fragrance that made him uneasy, Chen Changsheng really put his mind at ease.

The confrontation with Zhou Tong in the small courtyard was much more thrilling to him than the battle with Zhou Ziheng.

Because of this confrontation, their state of mind needs to withstand extremely terrifying coercion.

"Don't wipe your mouth. Tang Thirty-six looked at him who kept wiping his sweat and said.

Chen Changsheng's movements paused and asked, "Why?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "Wiping your mouth with a handkerchief, just like Zhou Tong just now, will look very perverted." ”

There was a sound of Xuanyuan Po's laughter in front of the carriage, a simple bear boy, and the laughter was always so low.

It was a not-so-funny joke, and the atmosphere in the carriage was finally relaxed.

Chen Changsheng's mood gradually calmed down, and he began to check the injury of his folded sleeves.

He put his fingers on the pulse of his folded sleeve and listened quietly, when suddenly, there was a muffled bang in the carriage, and his fingers were flicked up.

Tang Thirty-six asked, "What's the matter?"

"On a whim, his old problem. ”

Chen Changsheng felt that there was something wrong with the pulse of the folded sleeves, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and then untied the golden needle from his fingers, untied his collar, and prepared to move the needle to take a look.

It was at this solution that his hand froze.

After Tang Thirty-six saw it, his body also froze.

Chen Changsheng's fingers trembled a little, but he still slowly unbuttoned his folded sleeves, revealing his body.

yes, there was not a single wound on his folded face, and there was no sign of any wound or punishment, for it was all on him.

Not an inch of his body is intact now.

There were wounds and rotten flesh everywhere.

In some places, you may even see white bones.

In some places, even the bones turned black.

Chen Changsheng didn't know how many kinds of torture he had suffered and how much poison he had been poisoned.

He didn't want to know, because he couldn't bear to know.

There was a dead silence in the carriage.

"Stop!"

Chen Changsheng said suddenly.

Tang Thirty-six lowered his head, and his right hand clenched the Wenshui Sword again at some point.

Xuanyuan didn't know what was going on in the carriage, stopped the car and got in, and saw the tragic situation of folding sleeves.

His eyes suddenly turned red, his breathing became rapid and heavy, and his arms began to thicken because of anger, and the hairs like steel thorns poked out of his skin, which was the precursor to his transformation.

"I'm going to kill Zhou Tong!"

Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-six didn't speak, but they also thought the same way, so they shouted to stop, so they held the hilt of their swords.

The torture of folding sleeves was so miserable that Chen Changsheng could no longer maintain a calm and calm state of mind, where did Tang Thirty-six still care about his identity as a child of the family.

If Liang Xiaoxiao used his death to accuse Folded Sleeves of colluding with the Demon Clan, and Folding Sleeves was implicated by the Seven Families, then Zhou Tong always refused to let go, and tortured Folded Sleeves with such cruel means, he was suffering for the National Education Academy.

They are the Anglican Academy, and of course they want to avenge the folding of their sleeves.

It was at this time that Folded Sleeves opened his eyes.

His pupils were still lemon-colored in the depths of his eyes.

It was a fusion of Nanke's poison and the blood of the wolf clan.

But because there were too many poisons planted in Zhou Prison, and various toxins clashed with each other, and in the end, his eyesight gradually recovered.

Every time he woke up in prison, he had to face endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, he was apathetic and hateful.

But at this moment, what he saw was not those strange torture instruments that were even specially designed for the demon clan, but three young faces that showed concern.

In a short time, Foldsleeves came to his senses completely, and guessed from the expressions on the faces of the three of them what they were going to do.

The vigilance and hatred in his eyes gradually disappeared, but there was still no expression on his face, and he said directly to Xuanyuan Po: "Drive." ”

His voice was weak, but there was a sense that he could not refuse.

Xuanyuan Po shouted loudly: "We are going to kill you back to Zhou Prison to avenge you." ”

Folded his sleeves looked at him expressionlessly and said, "There are many kinds of cannon branding in there, do you want to make braised bear paws for them?"

It's still a bad joke, and no one laughs this time.

Of course, it's not that folding sleeves never tells jokes, so everyone is a little surprised.

"But...... There is really no way to swallow this breath. Tang Thirty-six said.

folded his sleeves and said: "When you can't beat the other party, you have to endure it, keep staring at him, strengthen yourself, and then bite him to death." ”

This is how wolves survive.

Chen Changsheng looked at him sadly and said, "I'm sorry, it's me who has caused you trouble." ”

He folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, ignoring him.

Xuanyuan Po returned to the front of the car, and the carriage continued to move.

It's getting farther and farther away from Zhou Prison.

But the four teenagers in the carriage knew very well that one day, they would return here.

Suddenly, a cold and straight voice sounded in the carriage.

It was the sound of folded sleeves, and his eyes were still closed.

"If you think I'm too miserable...... It's okay to add money. ”

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Back at the National Religious Academy, the Thirteen Priests of Qingzhen, who had been waiting for a long time, began to use the Holy Light Technique to treat the Folding Sleeve, and then Chen Changsheng began to treat him with his own hands, carefully using a golden needle and a knife to deal with the terrible wounds on the Folding Sleeve's body, and it took half a day to complete the treatment, and the sky was already dark.

In order to facilitate treatment and avoid moving, he did not live in the small buildings by the forest, but spread a thick futon on the wooden floor of the library building, and lay on the ground.

By the light of the light, Chen Changsheng looked at the directory of the National Religious Academy, then withdrew it into the drawer, looked at the wolf clan boy who had his eyes closed and endured the pain without saying a word, and remembered that he had folded his sleeves in Zhou Yuan and said that he wanted a sword.

"Money...... I don't have much right now. Chen Changsheng ignored Tang Thirty-six's annoyed gaze from the side, and said to his folded sleeves: "But I have a lot of swords, you can pick whatever you want." ”