Li Yuanfa had been strangled to death by Yan Li.
It was not as thrilling as a fight between two cultivators.
If the skin on Li Yuanfa's neck was peeled off, the inside of his neck had been smashed into pieces. The expression of fear was forever on his face, along with a hint of confusion.
"Zhou Shen!" Yan Li helped Zhou Shen up and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom. With trembling hands, he poured out the last medicine Ye Qing gave him. He wanted to give it to Zhou Shen, but after trying several times, he failed because of his trembling hands.
On his fourth attempt, Zhou Shen suddenly pressed his hand down and shook his head with a forced smile.
Yan Li roared, "I hate owing favors. Take the medicine and live. I have to repay you!" He went to pick up the medicine again.
Zhou Shen's grip on his hand tightened. He spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had also spat out a mouthful of stuffy air. He could barely speak, "Your injuries are very serious. You should stay …"
Yan Li clenched his teeth. "Why did you save me?"
Zhou Shen said, "Because you are Yan Li."
"I am Yan Li. What's wrong?"
"You killed Azhari."
"Is it worth your life?"
"General Huo was kind to me."
"It's that old thing again!"
"No." Zhou Shen shook his head. Then he looked at the other slaves in the cave. "I can't save them, but you can."
Yan Li said, "I can't even beat a scumbag!"
Zhou Shen still shook his head. "Not just them. I beg you to save all the humans enslaved by the Desolate …"
"How?" Yan Li felt like he was listening to a fairy tale.
"Kill Abagua," Zhou Shen said.
Yan Li was sad and desperate. "Saving me is unnecessary."
Zhou Shen smiled one last time. "You killed Azhari. You are a hero."
"Ridiculous. This is all ridiculous!" Yan Li couldn't accept it. But no one else said anything.
After sitting for a long time, he looked down at Zhou Shen's body. Although his eyes were lifeless, they were still looking at him.
"Don't look at me. I can't do it …"
He still looked at him.
"Even if you live until the end of time, Abagua won't suddenly become weaker than Azhari …"
He still looked at him.
"I am not a hero! Listen up, I'm not a hero! "
He still looked at him.
"You lunatic!"
He still looked at him.
Yan Li took a deep breath and looked at the ointment beside the corpse. The ointment was stained with blood. He reached out to pick it up and slowly put it into his mouth.
"Alright! I'm crazy too. "
…
After that, it took them another three days before they finally arrived at their destination.
The first time Yan Li saw Imperial Court, he understood why it was called Imperial Court.
The Lava Tribe lived up to its name because it was built around a huge volcano.
It wasn't scary to build on top of a volcano. What was scary was that the volcano was alive. Not only was it alive, but it was also like a ferocious beast. Every once in a while, one could hear the roar of magma inside the volcano, and the entire mountain would shake.
The most magnificent stone house closest to the crater was only a hundred steps away. Sun Gu told him that was where Abagua lived.
Sun Gu was Zhou Shen's most trusted subordinate. In fact, he was awake that night. He said that he wanted to carry out Zhou Shen's last wish and help Yan Li kill Abagua.
That night, the Desolate Man guarding the cave was killed by Li Yuanfa. The two found a place to bury Zhou Shen. Of course, Li Yuanfa's body was also taken care of. Otherwise, the Desolate Man would definitely be suspicious.
Crack!
A whip lashed through the air and hit the iron cage. Liu Xiaoba walked over and said, "Keep your spirits up. When you reach the palace, be more careful and serve me well. Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Liu Xiaoba was the slave leader who had saved Yan Li from the Desolate Man's warriors. He was their supervisor. The Desolate Man blamed Liu Xiaoba for Zhou Shen's disappearance for no reason. He had suffered a lot, so his temper had been particularly bad these days. He often caught people and whipped them.
He glared at Yan Li. "Let me tell you, no matter who you were before, you're a slave now. If I want you dead, you'll die. If I want you alive, you'll live. If I want you to do anything, you'll do it. If you dare to resist, I'll beat you to death!"
With that, he whipped Yan Li's thigh again.
He had been whipped many times these days. Liu Xiaoba was afraid that he would not serve people well and offend the nobles in the tribe. He was worried that he would be implicated, so he specially trained him.
The road gradually became flat. The Mother River suddenly made a turn and flowed south, in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Here, the whole picture of the Lava Tribe was displayed in front of Yan Li.
It surrounded the volcano, forming circles of flat terraced land. Stone houses were lined up, and a portion was left as streets. There were four roads leading to the top of the volcano. On both sides of the four roads, a portion was left as a ditch. The roads were connected to each other by arch bridges, forming a transportation network that extended in all directions.
This overturned Yan Li's view of the Desolate Man. He had thought that they were just a group of barbarians. Now he realized that there were wise men and craftsmen among the Desolate Man.
The convoy traveled on the straight road. At the end of it was a huge stone door. It was open on both sides, and the totem of the Lava Tribe was engraved on the stone beam at the top.
The totem of the Lava Tribe was a demon with a green face and fangs bathed in flames.
After the convoy entered the stone door, it was the first terrace street. It was dozens of steps wide, and there were shops selling all kinds of goods along the street. The Desolate Man who gathered from all over the Taganla Mountains filled the street.
"The Desolate Man has a strict hierarchy. The nobles in the tribe can decide the life and death of their subordinates. It is not surprising for a Desolate Man to marry his wife today to be snatched away by his superior tomorrow. Moreover, he cannot resist. If he does, he will immediately become a slave."
Sun Gu told Yan Li, "In the Lava Tribe, from top to bottom, it is the Desolate Man King Aguba, the High Priest Tashi Dorje, the First Prince Sochi Tunu, the Second Princess Cangyang, the Third Prince Lennon, and the other Deputy Commander of the Desolate God Army, Felix …"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden rush of horse hooves behind them. A loud voice shouted something in the Desolate Man's language.
The convoy quickly separated into two sides. When Yan Li looked back, he was shocked.
He saw Ji Zhiyuan and Cangyang riding on a horse, passing by each other at high speed.
Ji Zhiyuan suddenly felt something and turned to look at the prison carriage where Yan Li was.
But Yan Li had already turned his back.
After Cangyang's army passed by, the street gradually returned to order.
Not long after, the convoy arrived at a secluded place. After the leader of the convoy handed over to a somewhat arrogant Desolate Man, Yan Li and the others were brought to a big stone house. There were two rows of wooden basins with some water in them. Next to the wooden basins was a set of clothes.
It turned out that these Desolate Men also knew how to enjoy themselves. They did not want the slaves to serve the distinguished guests in a stinky manner. The uniform style of the slaves would also be more tidy. Of course, slaves were not qualified to wear shoes. Yan Li's boots had long been confiscated by Liu Xiaoba.
After changing the clothes, they were brought up again.
Sun Gu asked Yan Li in a low voice, "How are you going to assassinate Aguba?"
Yan Li said, "When is the Flame Worship Festival?"
"The day after tomorrow," Sun Gu said.
Yan Li said, "We will all be there?"
Sun Gu said, "That's why we were transported here. The nobles need someone to serve them tea and water."
Yan Li thought about it and said, "I need a quiet environment."
…
As the night deepened, Ji Zhiyuan sat in the house provided by Cangyang. Even though she was alone in a foreign land, she was not anxious.
It was just that the person she was waiting for was late. She was not very happy.
She remembered that she seemed to have seen Yan Li when she entered the city. She did not know if it was an illusion, but she decided to ask Cangyang for help. She knew that it was a prison carriage specially used to transport slaves. She also knew that the slaves sent by each tribe would be placed in different places.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she replied calmly.
The door was pushed open, and the candlelight flickered faster.
A woman walked into the dark room. She took off her hood, revealing a charming and shrewd face.
"You are Ji Tiansheng?" She was sizing up Ji Zhiyuan.
"You are Duo Sang Hua? Ji Zhiyuan was also sizing her up.
This was a gorgeous woman. All the characteristics of a mature woman could be seen on her.
She twisted her waist and sat across from Ji Zhiyuan.
Then three people walked in from the door, two women and a man.
The man was about fifty years old. His beard was neatly trimmed, and he wore vintage clothes. He had a meticulous smile on his face, like a gentleman living in the old era.
"Oh, let us see, beautiful king of Da Xia," he very elegantly made a dignified bow, "Please forgive this one for being presumptuous. Your Majesty's beauty alone is enough to conquer the world."
"Thank you," Ji Zhiyuan replied politely.
"Oh, I like polite children, and such beautiful children. Don't you think so, Xiao Ba?"
He asked the girl next to him.
The girl was not old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old. This kind of flower-like age should be the most innocent, but her face was completely cold like a block of ice.
"I don't know," she replied coldly.
"Oh, you are really not cute."
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man immediately shut up and did not dare to say another word.
Because it was Tang Sanghua who made him shut up.
Tang Sanghua was the last to come in. She was smiling brightly, but when she saw that Ji Zhiyuan was alone, her face suddenly became very ugly, "Where is Yan Li?"
Ji Zhiyuan looked at her for a long time, then slowly said, "He is injured."
Tang Sanghua screamed angrily, "Even if it is a corpse! You did not keep your promise! "
She slightly narrowed her eyes and suddenly said, "Are you in love with him?"
"No." Ji Zhiyuan said flatly.
Tang Sanghua laughed coldly, "Then why didn't you bring him? You still don't admit that you are protecting him? "
Ji Zhiyuan smiled faintly, "Controlling him is equivalent to controlling Yanshan Robber. How can I let him die in your hands?"
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