The injury hurt so much that Xie Junhe couldn't straighten his waist, but seeing that Wang Hongke didn't mean to give up at all: "Make the young master angry like this, it's really cheap for him to be beaten!" A swordsman echoed: "In the past, the head of the house let him, and now he should be able to taste it!" Since Chu Tao no longer cares about his life and death, it is natural for the swordsmen to vent their anger.

There was a muffled sound in the pool. The icy water choked him so hard that he couldn't breathe. The struggle, but the back pressed harder, and the swordsmen hated to suffocate him in the pool. But Chu Tao would not want him to die, and Wang Hong did not dare to ask him to die.

With a "rise", he was lifted. It was soaked from top to bottom, and his stray hair was dripping with water, pouring water all over his face. Lying down on his back to the sky, he kept coughing. The wind was blowing, and it was cold.

"It's my turn!" was a little familiar and rude, and I couldn't remember which one I had offended—there were so many. Just kicked back into the pool without a fight. The cold, suffocating pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. He would rather drown in the river than in this pool, and even more humiliated than suffer such humiliation—it made him feel uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to fight back—didn't he deserve it?

I can only let the swordsmen throw him into the pool like a ball, and then pick him up like a soup chicken. How much these swordsmen who have been with him day and night for ten years hate him, and he only learned today. In the past, these people allowed him to be arrogant, and I was afraid that it was just for Chu Tao's partiality.

When these people had had enough, he was thrown into the firewood room, and the lock sounded loudly. Isn't the next step to be kicked out of the door? In the middle of the night, the pain in the wound on his back was like fire. A night of silence grinds people's hearts and souls, and it is more difficult to endure than whipping. He realized that Chu Tao had a lot of ways to make people speak, but he was too lazy to try it on him Xie Junhe one by one—even Chu Tao was desperate for him.

He remembered the days when he fled from Jiangbei, at that time, Qin Xiao was also furious, but he stretched out his legs and ran resolutely. But now, I don't believe that a padlock and two guards can really trap him. It's just that he didn't want to say anything and didn't want to resist, but he didn't expect Chu Tao to even bother to kill him. smiled bitterly, and the woman in cloth holding the pipa in the depths of the alley came to mind, the figure he could never catch up with.

Suddenly, a small porcelain vase was thrown through the dark window.

Wang Hong's cold voice pierced through the darkness: Wound medicine, use it!

He was puzzled. "Is it the master's order?" replied to him, only the footsteps of the gradual distancing.

But why did Chu Tao pity him? From the bottom of his heart, he realized that he still had no regard for Chu Tao. It's just that he was so wrong that he couldn't even forgive himself.

Every day, there was no sound except for the delivery of food, and no one answered. The first day or two was fine, but he endured it for ten full days. It's been so long that it's as if the world has forgotten about his existence. It was even more unbearable than a stab at Liliso, and as a result.

In the middle of the night, the guard was still standing there, and he was bored wondering how to put down these two fellows, avoid the night watchman, and then climb up the wall, along what route, and what sentry posts to pass in between...... It's not that I really want to escape, it's just that I really have nothing to do, and I'm panicking.

The door opened silently. "It's a good day?" Chu Tao's voice echoed in the night.

He let out a long sigh, "Enough fun, just kill me." If you let me choose, it is more dignified to die under your sword, and if you are worried about dirty your hands, then let me sink to death in the long river. ”

Chu Tao smiled "hehe": "How about being drunk?"

Xie Junhe looked at him in surprise, and then saw that Chu Tao was actually carrying a jar of wine in his hand! The familiar aroma of wine wafted under his nose, and it was bitter and sweet. It seems that Chu Tao is still planning to continue playing, thinking of this, he can't help but be deflated. I don't want to drink it so much.

Yan Hong was very interesting, she said, and it was the first time she saw her master selling wine to her subordinates. ”

"Soul Breaker, send me on your way?"

"Are you still afraid of death?" Chu Tao smiled faintly, "Don't you drink?"

Don't! Xie Junhe rushed up to take the wine jar, hugged it and refused to let it go. The hippie smiled and took a drink, turned to Chu Tao's silent face, and said defiantly: "Good wine." Don't take a sip?"

Chu Tao crossed his arms and let him pose as a scoundrel - he dared to play a scoundrel, at least, he would not be bent on death.

But in a blink of an eye, Xie Junhe hesitated again: "It doesn't make sense, why did you invite me to drink?"

"I promised you, I had to invite you to drink afterwards. I didn't say whether it was a success or a failure, but a loss. Chu Tao imitated the rogue tone and teased him, learning him to lean on the stack of firewood and straw, pillow his arms, and raise Erlang's legs.

Xie Junhe suddenly put aside the wine jar, stared at him, pursed his lips, and finally didn't say a word. The atmosphere seemed to return to the hall of the Chu Mansion that day.

Chu Tao smiled faintly: "What's the matter, it's hard to swallow the wine?"

"I made things like this, this wine - I can't drink it. ”

Chu Tao laughed loudly: "There is also wine in the world that you Xie Junhe can't drink?"

Xie Junhe sighed: "Stop playing." Count me begging you......"

"Know why I don't drink?"

"I've heard several sayings, one is stingy, the other is incomprehensible, and the third is cold-faced and ruthless. I'm not interested in chatting. ”

Chu Tao ignored it and said to himself: "When I was six years old, I could tell what good wine was. Junhe, if you want to compare the amount of alcohol with me, you may not have been my opponent more than ten years ago. But now, I smell the wine and want to vomit. That time I went to Beacon Ridge, I was on night duty. It was so cold that my father handed me a pot of soju. I took a sip and it was choking, so I went to the stream and washed my face. My father was less than a hundred paces behind me. I didn't hear anything but the sound of water. Wait until I turn around—"

Chu Tao's words stopped there, and he slowly closed his eyes. The moonlight famed, burying his face in a gloomy haze.

"You can't even hear the killer?"

"The sound of the water, Junhe, he came while the sound of the water - I was negligent ......"

Junhe shook his shoulder gently. It never occurred to me that unreasonable prohibition would also be humane. Presumably, Chu Tao did not allow similar negligence to occur in his life of licking blood on the tip of the knife, so that he lost any of his subordinates, which was so harsh. He is the only exception, strange, how can he be so relieved of him.

Xie Junhe's heart "chuckled", as if he was panicked by a boulder. Chu Tao's fatal negligence this time was only because he was too relieved of his promise to Xie Junhe—a mistake that was enough to make the opponent laugh at stupidity—who would believe that a drunkard would really quit drinking? A person who hates alcohol the most in his life meets a person who is addicted to alcohol, and he actually believes it, isn't this ridiculous or what?

"I'm sorry. Xie Junhe felt that he had shown 120,000 sincerity to say this. But it was like a pebble falling into a deep pool, and it couldn't stir up the slightest sound.

Yes, it's useless to say sorry. The sea of snow is still unknown......