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Following his low exclamation, the pitch-black lake water rippled slightly, as if something had broken free from it.
Then the lake instantly returned to its green color,
But in the next moment,
It began to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye,
In the blink of an eye,
It turned into a huge piece of white ice,
And from time to time, there was a sound of crushing and breaking.
As the lake froze,
The surrounding air also became a little distorted, and white mist surged out of nowhere,
And it became thicker and thicker.
Linno stretched out his right hand, and a flame-shaped hole appeared in the thick mist, jumping happily into his palm.
With a flick of Lin Nuo's left hand's finger, a light blue flame about a foot long appeared at the tip of his finger. The ice on his body instantly disappeared, and the thick fog also retreated to a distance of ten meters away.
After the thick mist retreated, the invisible flame in his palm was completely invisible. Only the blue flame in his left hand seemed to be sucked by something,
And slowly disappeared.
Linno flicked the "head" of the Huoer and said, "Thanks to you this time,
When I recover,
I'll treat you to a full meal. "
If it weren't for the Huoer going down to the lake,
Creating such a lake of "water" that was several times colder than ice, he might not have been able to survive this time — nowadays, the methods of the system were getting more and more despicable.
The Huoer jumped twice in his palm, expressing its joy vaguely, and jumped into his glabella. Linno turned around and left.
Ever since he was severely injured last time, Lin Nuo's body had become like a sieve. It was not easy for him to accumulate spiritual energy. Moreover, he had nothing to do, so after crossing two mountains, Lin Nuo landed and walked on two legs.
After walking for a while, a "white cloud" landed and stopped thirty feet in front of him. Seven or eight people stood on it, looking down at him. Among them, a boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old asked coldly, "Have you seen any strange phenomena around here?"
Linno asked, "What phenomenon?"
The boy's expression turned cold. Just as he was about to fly into a rage, someone beside him said, "He's just a mortal. What could he possibly know? Let's hurry over and check it out. We don't want others to beat us to it. "
The boy snorted coldly, rode on the "white cloud" and left. Linno heard a cold voice, "How dare you not bow to us immortals. Considering your ignorance, I will only punish you lightly today. If there is a next time, you will be killed without mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow fireball floated over from the sky. Clearly, in order to increase its deterrence, the caster deliberately slowed down its flying speed. However, it had a lock-on function, so no matter how slow it flew, it was not something that mortals could dodge.
Linno called out "Huoer", but Huoer did not move at all. It only showed a hint of disdain. Obviously, it thought that the fireball was too low-level and refused to eat it. Linno had no choice but to watch the fireball float into his left arm. He waved his hand again to get rid of the impurities in it. He also hated eating this kind of low-level flame. Although he could get a little energy, there were too many impurities, which spoiled his appetite.
When he returned to the village, it was already late. Linno looked at the rising smoke with a smile on his face. In this world, what could be more warm and moving than the smoke at home and the dim light in front of the window?
However, when he got closer, he did not hear the familiar laughter of children. Instead, he smelled a faint smell of blood. Linno frowned slightly and followed the smell of blood to Huzi's house at the entrance of the village. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Huzi lying on the kang with a big hole in his chest. Huzi's mother was holding Huzi's body and trembling with tears, but she did not dare to make any sound.
Lin Nuo stood there quietly and did not make any sound. A few days ago, when he went out, Hu Zi was still hugging his leg and pestering him to bring back a live rabbit. That pair of black eyes were curved into crescent moons when he smiled, and when he opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth that were not yet fully grown, it made one's heart soften.
In the end, Lin Nuo still failed to bring back the little rabbit that he promised. However, Huzi could no longer jump up. He looked at Lin Nuo with his big eyes shrouded in mist. Only when Lin Nuo took out the grass grasshopper from his pocket would he smile again.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind. Lin Nuo turned around and saw Huzi's father and three older brothers coming out of the room with shovels and kitchen knives in their hands. Their faces were filled with grief, anger, and fear.
"Don't go! Don't go! " Huzi's mother rushed out and blocked the door with tears in her eyes. Her voice was shrill, "If you want to go out, you have to kill me first! Let me die first! Let me die first! "
Huzi's eldest brother cried out, "Mother! Brother can't just … "
Huzi's mother plopped down on the ground and hugged Huzi's father's leg. She sobbed, "… I don't have Huzi anymore. I beg you, even if it's for me … Don't die, I beg you, don't die … Wu wu …"
She knelt on the ground and desperately held the person in her arms. She was afraid that if she let go, he would become a cold corpse like Huzi.
Feeling his wife's fear and despair, Huzi's father dropped the shovel in his hand and hugged his trembling wife. The other children rushed up and cried together.
How could they not know that what awaited them was only death? They didn't even have the ability to splash blood on that person's clothes … But how could they bear it? How could they bear it?!
Linno was silent for a moment and turned to go out. Outside the door, a six or seven-year-old boy was waiting for him, "Uncle, father was afraid that you would cause trouble, so he asked me to come to the village entrance to welcome you."
Linno nodded and didn't say anything.
The boy wiped his tears and said, "Half an hour ago, a few immortals came to the village and killed Huzi's cow. Huzi was so angry that he went up to question them, and …"
"Where are they?"
"Over at the threshing field …" The boy was halfway through his sentence when he saw Lin Nuo's feet change direction. He was instantly scared out of his wits. He pounced on Lin Nuo and hugged his leg tightly. He cried loudly, "Uncle, uncle! Don't go … Uncle, I'm scared … Don't die, don't die … "
Linno bent down to pick up the boy and wiped the tears on his little face with his fingertips. He smiled and said, "Good boy, Dog is so cute. How can I bear to die? I won't die. "
He walked slowly to the threshing field with the Dog in his arms. The Dog seemed to realize something. He stopped crying with tears in his eyes and hugged his neck tightly. On the way, there were a few more people behind them. Huzi's mother finally couldn't keep the men in the family, so she had to pick up the kitchen knife and walk out of the house with them.
Huzi's elder brother was holding Huzi's corpse in his arms … Since they were going to die, it was better for the family to die together.
There were a lot of people on the threshing field. They were killing chickens, slaughtering sheep and roasting cows. These people lowered their heads and did their work silently. Suddenly, someone noticed this group of people and became anxious. He waved his hand and asked them to leave quickly.
Several people sitting on the other side drinking tea and chatting didn't care about the arrival of Linno and the others. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in the middle snorted, "I clearly felt the shaking of heaven and earth and the scattering of Reiki, but there was nothing but a large piece of ice. Someone must have taken advantage of it!"
"There may also be traces left by masters fighting there …"
Linno held the little boy in his arms and walked forward slowly. He asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man in white who was interrupted by him raised his hand and shot out a clear light. He said casually, "Reckless things."
He turned back and continued, "… The people who fought were at least masters of the Gold Core Stage. They could freeze the whole lake at one time …"
He didn't finish his words. He opened his eyes wide in horror and watched the man in front of him pinch his neck and lift him up from the stool. He smiled gently at the child in his arms, "Are you afraid of death?"
Dog shook his head with tears in his eyes, "No!"
He was not afraid of death, he was only afraid of death of the people around him.
The young man had a bad premonition in his heart. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed. Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound. The corpse with its neck broken was thrown to the side.
"You … You …"
Linno's gaze swept over the several people who were scared silly and finally fell on the young man. He still asked, "Why did you kill them?"
The young man's lips trembled slightly. Until now, he still didn't feel any Reiki from this person. For this to happen, it was either this person was really a mortal, or his cultivation was far beyond his imagination.
He forced himself to calm down, stood up and saluted, "I didn't know senior was here. I was rude. Junior Zhuo Ying is … "
Linno interrupted, "Why did you kill them?"
Zhuo Ying's gaze swept over Hu Zi's body, and she said, "That child made a big fuss in front of this junior, and was too rude, so this junior punished him a little … Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have bothered with a child. In a moment, this junior will … Uh, Se … Senior …"
But his neck was squeezed by a hand.
Linno said indifferently, "Since you killed for no reason, then pay with your life. Why so much nonsense."
Zhuo Ying was scared out of her wits. She knew that in the next moment, this person would not hesitate to break her neck. She screamed, "He was just an ant-like mortal. His lifespan was only a few decades. Sooner or later, he would die. So what if I killed him? What's the big deal …"
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Linno threw away his corpse. The remaining six white clothed "immortals" finally reacted. They took out their magic tools and surrounded him, but did not dare to make a move. One of them shouted, "For a mere mortal, you dare to kill our young master. Do you know who our young master is …"
Linno said, "He was just a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. His lifespan was not more than 300 years. So what if I killed him? What's the big deal?" It was the words of the young man from before.
That person choked and said, "Our young master is still a child. What's wrong with him …"
Linno turned his head and glanced at him. He asked curiously, "Are you trying to reason with me?"
That person said proudly, "That's right! Although senior's cultivation is outstanding, you still can't … "
Halfway through his words, he lowered his head and looked at his empty chest. There was only a big hole left. He slowly fell down.
Linno said, "Just now, when Huzi came to reason with you, he seemed to have gotten this answer … I hope I didn't answer wrongly. I've always liked people who reason with me, and I'm also willing to reason with others."
But in this world, there were always some people who would only reason with people who were stronger than them. Every time he met such people, Linno was not willing to waste his breath on them. He would just casually kill them. Because for these people, reason was no longer reason. It was a tool to hurt others and protect themselves.
No one dared to answer him. Although the remaining five people were still "surrounding" him, they were trembling all over. They couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands tightly. No one knew if the person in front of them would kill them for some inexplicable reason in the next moment.
Fear was like a big hand, firmly grasping their hearts. At this moment, they finally understood how those mortals felt in front of them — there was no reason to reason, no justice to speak of. Life and death depended on whether others were happy or not.
Linno was a little bored. He was not a person who liked to kill. He was not willing to kill people who had lost their courage. But he also knew that although these people were weak and harmless in front of him, once the threat was gone, they would reveal a ferocious face that was more terrifying than a tiger or a poisonous snake.
Just by looking at the bloody light above their heads, he knew that countless innocent people had died tragically in their hands.
"Since you treat others as ants, don't blame others for treating you as ants today."
Waving his sleeves, killing people.
Just as he thought of this, a wave of heat came in front of him. Qin Song looked at the approaching red soldering iron. His body began to tremble reflexively, causing the tall executioner to laugh at him.
"Didn't you say you were a tough nut to crack?" The executioner threw the soldering iron back into the brazier. He slowly lifted the boy's chin that was soaked with cold sweat and said, "You can't take it anymore after two rounds of torture. Southerners are really weak … But, tsk, tsk, you're really not bad looking."
He was beautiful, but unfortunately, his identity was special. He was locked up because of that matter. Before the higher-ups gave the order, he didn't dare to act recklessly.
The executioner let go and said, "Give me the thing."
The executioner handed over a piece of paper. The executioner took it and stretched it in front of Qin Song, saying, "This is what you just confessed. You should still remember it, right? Later, copy it obediently and sign it. Then, you won't have to suffer anymore … Hmm? "
Qin Song looked up. Maybe it was because the pain was too much, but his memory was a little blurry. He only remembered that he was in so much pain that he admitted to whatever they said. He only wanted to suffer less. It seemed that this was indeed what he said.
Qin Song was silent for a moment. Then, he said, "Can I sign it?" His voice was low, hoarse, and weak.
How dare he ask for conditions!
The executioner sneered coldly, "What do you think?"
Qin Song let out a sigh and said, "Then forget it." If he really had to write the confession that he was a spy from the Northern Qi and that he wanted to assassinate Qin Yue to drive a wedge between the Chu and the Qin Kingdom, what awaited him and his family would be the most miserable fate. Even the Chu Kingdom would be implicated.
He closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore.
The executioner was furious. He grabbed his chin hard and sneered, "You think you didn't enjoy enough just now, right? Since you don't want to write, then there's no point in keeping your hands. Someone, help Qin Song Gongzi crush his beautiful fingers one by one! "
Qin Song opened his eyes again helplessly and said, "The King Of Qin ordered you to interrogate me. Do you really want to know why I tried to assassinate him, or do you want to force me to copy the story you made up? Do you want to ask clearly before you come? "
The executioner's expression became serious. "So there's a hidden reason why you tried to assassinate the king?" Didn't he say it was because of that thing in bed? Was there a hidden reason? Was he going to make a great contribution?
Qin Song smiled, "No, I'm just killing for fun when I'm bored."
"You!" The executioner shook him off and said, "Watch him!"
Qin Song lowered his head and fell asleep.
…
Qin Yue looked at the young man chained to the wall. His expression was cold and his eyes were malicious.
The young man lowered his head, his long hair disheveled to his waist. He was still wearing his thin undergarments, but the deep and shallow layers of blood had already made it impossible to see his original white clothes. His owner had also long lost her original cold and aloof appearance. Covered in cuts and bruises, she was dragged by the iron chains, her thin and slender figure showing a desolate and beautiful state.
"At first, he looked so arrogant." The man who was the first to be punished stood beside Qin Yue and said, "But after a few lashes, he began to cry for his father and mother. When the soldering iron was touched, he was even more unbearable. He could even call his ancestors. He almost peed his pants."
Qin Yue sneered. The executioner waved his hand and someone poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. The young man tilted his head slightly. It was obvious that he had woken up.
The executioner went forward and pulled the young man's hair to raise his head. Qin Song looked up at the executioner beside him, then looked at Qin Yue who was sitting in front of him. He lowered his eyes again.
"Speak!" The executioner shouted coldly, "Why did you assassinate the King? Who ordered you to do so? "
Qin Song was speechless. If he really wanted to assassinate the King Of Qin, he should have done it when Qin Yue was at his weakest. Why did he resist so desperately from the beginning? It was fine that the executioner did not know the inside story, but why was Qin Yue here?
"Do you really want to know?"
The executioner said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Because … the King Of Qin has … body odor! I can't stand it. "
The executioner was stunned and did not know how to continue the conversation.
Should he refute: Nonsense, the King does not have body odor!
Or should he ask: You want to assassinate the King because he has body odor? This is ridiculous!
After a while, he came to his senses and said angrily, "Are you playing with me?"
"Yes!" Qin Song said lightly, "I am playing with you!"
The executioner raised his hand and was about to slap him when a cold snort came from behind him, "Is this what you mean by obedient like a dog?"
The executioner was stunned and knelt on the ground. He said anxiously, "My King, this kid has forgotten the pain after the scars have healed. As long as I teach him a lesson, he will immediately become obedient!"
"Is that so?" Qin Yue chuckled and got up to pick something in the brazier. He pulled out a red-hot soldering iron. The executioner heard the sound and looked up. He hurriedly said, "How can I let my King dirty your hands with this kind of thing? Let me do it."
"You do it?"
"Yes, yes, I will do it, I will do it." The executioner reached out to take the soldering iron, but the next moment, he let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground. He twitched and rolled on the ground as if he had been electrocuted.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
Qin Yue casually threw the soldering iron on the executioner's shoulder to the ground. The corners of his lips curled up, "Very interesting indeed."
His gaze fell on Qin Song.
The young man pursed his lips and his face was pale.
He knew that he had fallen into the most dangerous situation. The ruthlessness and interest in the King Of Qin's eyes were frightening. However, there was no difference compared to before. Those people did not torture him for the sake of giving a confession, but purely to torture him.
"Your bones are indeed very hard, and your courage is also very big. I like it very much," Qin Yue said. "It seems that this Lonely One should thank you. It's been a long time since this Lonely One has encountered something so interesting."
He pulled out another soldering iron from the brazier and said with a smile, "Very interesting."
He slowly walked forward and lifted the young man's chin. He put the red soldering iron close to his face and said, "I heard that you are very afraid of pain?"
Qin Song did his best to turn his head to avoid the approaching heat wave. His voice was still light, "Yes."
Qin Yue lowered his head. The young man under his palm was trembling. His face was as white as paper. His drooping eyelashes were very moving. His lips were wet with cold water and although they were pale, the shape was astonishingly beautiful.
Qin Yue looked and unconsciously stroked his lips with his thumb. Sure enough … it was as soft and beautiful as he imagined.
His interest in torturing him was temporarily suppressed by another desire. Perhaps … there was no rush. He should enjoy it first.
Feeling the touch on his lips become slower and heavier, Qin Song raised his eyes and saw Qin Yue's Adam's apple move slightly. He heard his gradually heavy breathing.
Qin Song was first stunned and then became angry. He fiercely shook his head and avoided Qin Yue's finger that was probing into his mouth.
Qin Yue twisted the young man's head back. Holding his chin, he whispered, "Open your mouth."
Qin Song clenched his teeth.
Qin Yue slowly put the soldering iron close to his face. He lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear, "Open your mouth." His voice was low and hoarse, with a certain sense of danger.
Qin Song looked at the red iron piece that was close at hand. Although he hadn't touched it yet, the skin on his face had already been scorched with a scorching pain. The tiny hairs on his face were burnt, making an indiscernible sizzling sound and an unpleasant smell rushed into his nose.
His body was trembling uncontrollably. But in the depths of his heart, he felt that this fear was so superficial. It was as if he was sitting under the stage and watching the emotions of others … Most importantly, why did the red soldering iron look so intimate and attractive?
"Open your mouth!" Qin Yue pinched the young man's chin and made a gesture of forcing his face to the soldering iron. He made a low threatening sound in his throat, "Hmm?"
Then, he saw the youth finally raise his eyes. His pair of pitch-black eyes didn't have the slightest bit of fear as he had imagined. Instead, they were as tranquil as a clear pool. When Qin Yue's heart trembled slightly, he saw the youth gently raise the corner of his lips and press his face against the crimson iron. Such a tragic action, yet this youth actually carried a kind of unhurried and unhurried feeling.
The glaring white smoke stung his eyes, the sizzling sound deafened his ears, and the smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils …
Qin Yue was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He threw the soldering iron far away and took a few steps back. After a while, he heard the sound of his heart beating.
He was actually scared! The king of Western Qin, Qin Yue, who had killed countless people, was actually scared. At that moment, he was panicking.
"Your, Your Majesty?"
Qin Yue violently gasped for breath. He looked at the young man who was about to pass out. The meaning in his eyes was hard to understand. "Wake him up for me!"
When Qin Song woke up, he saw Qin Yue's enlarged face. It was still gloomy, but there was a bit of fluster. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are afraid of pain, but you would rather be tortured by the soldering iron than let me touch you."
Qin Song glanced at him and said in a light voice, "Yes!"
Qin Yue was furious. He didn't notice it before, but now he could easily hear the contempt and contempt in the young man's voice.
He lowered his voice and said, "Good, very good. If you don't care about anything, I don't know what to do with you. Tell me, if I hand you over to the military camp, how will the criminal army treat you? "
He smiled and said, "What about the world famous Qin Song Gongzi? Maybe if you play the zither and sing for them, they will take pity on you?"
Qin Song said, "You don't dare."
"I don't dare?" Qin Yue laughed and said, "You said I don't dare? In this world, is there anything that I, Qin Yue, don't dare to do? "
He grabbed Qin Song's chin and said coldly, "I just wanted to scare you. Since you said I don't dare, if I really let you go, it will show that I am incompetent!"
Qin Song frowned. "Your Majesty, did you forget that I hurt my face?"
"Don't worry, they won't despise you. Although your face is hurt, you still have good skin!"
Qin Song looked at him and said helplessly, "Your Majesty knows that I am famous, but Your Majesty should know that I have scholarly honors. Although I didn't have time to participate in the court examination, I was born in Xie Yuan … "
Qin Yue laughed and said, "Born in Xie Yuan, famous all over the world … What do you think these are in my eyes?"
Qin Song sighed and said softly, "So … you are an idiot."
Qin Yue was furious. "What did you say?"
Qin Song sighed and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved … You have never cultivated with me, so why should I teach you?"
Qin Yue was not stupid. Previously, he only saw Qin Song as a plaything, and he was stimulated again and again, so he lost his former sharpness. Now that he was reminded several times, he finally understood: He was a king, so he naturally knew that he could only conquer the world with a lot of soldiers and generals. To rule the world, he relied on the imperial officials. The people of this class had very strange tempers. Sometimes, they despised each other and disliked each other for inexplicable reasons. Sometimes, they would firmly stick together.
All the imperial officials had their pride and couldn't be humiliated.
Qin Song was born in Xie Yuan and was famous all over the world. If Qin Yue only wanted to rape him, it would be considered a personal loss. But if he ordered people to torture Qin Song to death because he refused to submit, it would be tyrannical and unscrupulous, and it would be a disgrace to all the scholars in the world. If it really spread out, not to mention the other countries, even the scholars in Daqin itself wouldn't work for him.
If it was the Qin Yue of the past, he might not take this matter to heart. But now, he had just conquered the three countries, and it was the most chaotic time. He deeply understood why it was easy to conquer the world, but difficult to rule the world. At this moment, he didn't dare to anger the imperial officials in the world.
If Qin Song's face wasn't injured, they could quietly kill him and report his sudden death to cover it up a little bit with a grand burial. Even if the officials knew what was going on, those who wanted to curry favor with the powerful would pretend that they didn't know and still surrender. But if there were obvious torture wounds on his face, the imperial officials couldn't pretend to be stupid even if they wanted to.
But he was famous all over the world. It would be difficult to hide his body from the world even if he wanted to leave no bones behind.
Qin Song saw his face change in an instant and knew that he understood. He chuckled and said, "Your Majesty didn't deliberately hide this matter at the beginning. Now that there are torture wounds on my face... why don't you torture me again and see if you can make me make a copy of the confession? At that time, if you want to beat, kill, or humiliate me, it will naturally be up to Your Majesty. "
Qin Yue looked at him deeply, snorted coldly, and left in a flick of his sleeve.
Qin Song watched the figures of these people disappear, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He sighed, "It's really not easy to keep my life."
His gaze fell on the soldering iron that had fallen to the ground. It was boiling hot just now, but now there was a faint layer of frost on it.
Qin Yi put the medicine box on the ground and sat across from Qin Song. He looked at the black steamed bun that was as hard as a rock in his hand and said with a smile, "Actually, you don't have to live like this. He said that he won't let you die... You can put this thing back as it is, and they will naturally send you good wine and good food to beg you to eat."
Qin Song drank some water and swallowed the stubborn steamed bun in his mouth. He said, "I remember that I don't need to change the dressing today."
Qin Yi raised his eyebrows and said with some displeasure, "What? You don't believe me? You can throw this steamed bun out now and see if they... "
"I believe you." Qin Song said, "But I don't have the habit of using my life to threaten others."
His life was his own. Why should he expect others to cherish it?
Qin Yi was silent. He lowered his head and checked his wound, but did not apply any medicine. He only said, "It's healing well. It's better than I thought. I don't need to apply medicine for you in the future... But I will tell the medicine boy to prepare enough water for you. "
Qin Song said, "Thank you."
Qin Yi said with a smile, "You should thank me. Not only did I save your life this time, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to see your face now."
Qin Song's hand that was holding the bowl of water paused. He said, "Sorry, I can't thank you for this."
Qin Yi laughed and said, "Don't thank me for curing your injury. Just thank me for lending you water to wash up... Qin Song, you are really interesting. Even I am starting to like you."
Qin Song looked at him and said lightly, "But I really can't like people like you who treat your love as a gift."
Qin Yi's smile froze. He sighed and said, "I just said you were interesting, but you immediately became boring."
He continued, "But although your external injuries are fine, your internal injuries... I am very curious about what you went through to injure your internal organs to this extent."
Qin Song did not answer and continued to eat.
Qin Yi did not force him. He smiled and said, "Fortunately, although I can't make medicine that can cure your internal injuries, it's not impossible."
He took out a thin book from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Qin Song. He said, "This is the Art of Eternal Spring. It is a secret manual for internal energy. Although it's not very powerful, it is far better than others in terms of health..."
Qin Song did not take it. He said, "In this world, any martial art that can cultivate internal energy is extraordinary. I appreciate Qin Daifu's kindness, but I don't want this. "
Qin Yi's expression changed slightly. He said, "In my eyes, Qin Song is not a person who is affected by emotions. Don't use your body in a fit of anger."
In a fit of anger? Qin Song looked at him and said lightly, "Daqin is not the only one who has internal energy."
If he did not have freedom, what was the use of martial arts?
If he could obtain freedom, although internal energy was rare, it was not so precious that he could not obtain it. Why would he care about the things these people threw to him?
Moreover, if he wanted to practice martial arts, he would not practice a set of martial arts that was "not very powerful".
Qin Yi also knew that he had said something wrong. He slowed down his tone and said, "I know you can obtain it yourself, but I dare to guarantee that in terms of health, there is no one better than this. This thing is..."
He paused and did not continue. He only said, "With the condition of your body, ordinary internal energy is afraid..."
Qin Song interrupted, "I know my own body. Please forgive me for being blunt. Even if Qin Daifu was ordered to treat my injuries, you are meddling too much."
Qin Yi's expression stiffened. He smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I am giving you this thing as an apology."
"Hmm?"
Qin Yi pointed at his own shoulder and said, "That arrow of yours was shot by me... if it were not for me, you would have been free and unfettered outside. How would you have suffered so much? Therefore, this Eternal Spring Formula is an apology. "
Qin Song said lightly, "Then I will not accept it."
"Why?" Qin Yi did not understand. He had already lowered himself so much and said so much. What else did he want?
Qin Song said, "You and I have different statuses. You shot me an arrow, I will not hate you. You healed my injuries, I will not thank you because you were ordered to do so. These are your duties — but how can I accept your things and be restrained when we meet on the battlefield in the future?"
Qin Yi said angrily, "Don't worry. You don't have to be restrained. With your mediocre martial arts, even if you train for another hundred years, you will not be my opponent."
Qin Song had already said what he needed to say. He pushed the Eternal Spring Formula back and did not say another word. He lowered his head and finished his lunch.
Qin Yi had seen Qin Song's stubbornness. He knew that if Qin Song had made up his mind, it would be useless for him to say anything else. He had no choice but to take the thing back. He quietly waited for Qin Song to finish his meal before saying, "Qin Song, in fact, I do not understand... you are not an idiot. You should have felt how important His Majesty is to you. Why did you try to assassinate His Majesty and end up in such a situation? Why did you do this?"
Qin Song smiled faintly, "Such a situation? What's wrong with being in such a situation? When I am tired of lying down, I can turn over, sit up, and even walk a few steps. I can use my two hands to eat, drink, and wash up. There is a small window where I can see the sky and smell the fragrance of flowers. When it rains, I can even personally take a handful of water. From time to time, I can hear the footsteps of the prison guards outside the door. Sometimes I can even hear their voices... Do you know, these are all things that I once dreamed of... "
"I, Qin Song, thought that I was strong in this life. But in that month in the palace, I almost went crazy and broke down countless times..." Qin Song looked quietly at Qin Yi with his dark eyes. He said faintly, "You asked me why I wanted to kill the King Of Qin. Then let me ask you, either become a complete madman or be completely domesticated, lose your dignity as a human, and become a dog that only knows how to wag its tail, what would you choose? Let me ask you, other than killing Qin Yue, is there any other way out for me? "
Qin Yi was speechless for a long time. When he opened his mouth again, his voice was a little dry, "These... were indeed done by His Majesty. But His Majesty did this because he valued you and liked you. That's why he wanted to..."
"Like?" Qin Song sneered and said, "Can I trouble you not to tarnish this word?"
"What do you mean by tarnishing?" Qin Yi said angrily, "Even if you don't like His Majesty the King Of Qin, you can't insult His Majesty's feelings like this! If His Majesty didn't like you, why would he spend so much effort on you? If he didn't like you, why would he not let those people touch you? If he didn't like you, why would you sit here and chat with me alive? He just... as the king of a country, he doesn't know how to like someone. "
"Do you need to know the word 'like'?" Qin Song said lightly, "A one-year-old child doesn't know what 'like' is. But when he sees his mother hurt, he will be sad and cry. The pheasants in the forest don't know what 'like' is. But when an eagle comes, it will protect the child under its wings. It will fight for its life regardless of its own safety... Isn't like putting yourself in someone else's shoes? Isn't it caring and loving? When the person he likes is in pain, he will be in more pain. When the person he likes is sad, he will be in more pain... "
"You said Qin Yue likes me. How did he like me?" Qin Song sneered and said, "When I was being tortured to the point where my life was worse than death, what he was thinking was why I didn't give in, why I didn't collapse, and what means he should use to attack me more. When I was being whipped, what he was thinking was how to make me more painful, more scared, and more hurt. When I had something to entrust my heart to, what he was thinking was how to make me desperate and how to make me lose all my dignity. He didn't let anyone touch me. Was it because he felt sorry for me, pitied me, and knew that my life was worse than death, so he was merciful? No! He just couldn't bear to see the things that belonged to him being dirtied! "
He took a deep breath, and his slightly intense emotions calmed down. His tone was indifferent as he said, "If I, Qin Song, like him and am willing to forgive everything he has done, or even be overwhelmed by his favor, then I, Qin Song, am asking for it. But if he, Qin Yue, thinks that because he likes me, he can do whatever he wants and trample on people like animals … I'm sorry, the word 'like' isn't so dirty."
Qin Yi was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he forced himself to say, "But no matter what, His Majesty treats you... differently."
Even he himself couldn't say the word 'like' anymore.
Qin Song had said enough today and was too lazy to refute him. Qin Yue treated him differently because he was Qin Yue who had not yet obtained or conquered him. To put it bluntly, Qin Yue treated him with "unwillingness".
Qin Yi sighed softly and didn't continue the previous topic. He said seriously, "I came this time not only to give you the Secret of Eternal Spring, but also to do something else."
He paused and said, "Previously, when His Majesty interrogated you, he personally promised that he would let you go back to the hostage residence. But, although His Majesty keeps his promises, as his subjects, we have to think about his safety. If you want to go out, you can, but you have to promise that you won't do anything to His Majesty in this life."
Go out?
Qin Song was dazed for a moment, then he laughed softly and said, "I said it, and you believed it?"
Qin Yi said seriously, "As long as it's you, Qin Song, I believe every word you say."
Qin Song sighed and said, "Then I can't lie to you. Sorry, I can't do it."
If he didn't do anything to Qin Yue in this life, did he want him to surrender when he saw Qin Yue? Moreover, this place couldn't trap him at all.
Qin Yi smiled bitterly and sighed, "I knew you wouldn't agree."
After thinking for a while, he said, "No matter how much His Majesty has done before, you have to admit that His Majesty should have killed you this time. He could have killed you, but he didn't kill you..."
Qin Song was silent.
Qin Yi said, "Forget it! I don't want you to swear that you won't do anything to His Majesty. I just want you to promise that in the future, if you want to kill His Majesty, you can only do it openly. You won't do anything like a ghost. "
Qin Song smiled faintly and said, "You're sure that I won't have a chance to defeat Qin Yue in this life?"
"No," Qin Yi paused and said, "That day, His Majesty was stabbed by you. Before he fell into a coma, he said that Qin Yue could die, but he definitely wouldn't die in the hands of you, Qin Song... His Majesty doesn't want to die in your hands the most, but you are the person in this world who has the best chance to kill him."
Qin Song didn't comment on his words and only said lightly, "I agree to your conditions. I won't try to assassinate Qin Yue again. "He didn't like assassinations in the first place. If it wasn't a last resort, he wouldn't use such methods.
Qin Yi sighed in relief and stood up, saying, "I'll go and report to His Majesty now."
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Whether you believe it or not, His Majesty is..."
Qin Song interrupted, "Does it matter whether I believe it or not?"
Qin Yi smiled bitterly and turned to leave.
Even if His Majesty had wronged him, His Majesty still insisted on letting him go when he had almost killed His Majesty and had never given up the thought of killing His Majesty. This young man was so smart. Did he really not feel His Majesty's affection at all? His Majesty was just disdainful.
Qin Yi even forgot about the medicine box and left the cell as if he was escaping. Then he smiled bitterly. How should he tell Qin Yue these words?
Just as he was worrying, he turned the corner and saw a familiar figure standing in the courtyard with his back facing him. The noon sun shone on him, but it didn't make him feel warm at all. He only felt an inexplicable sense of desolation.
He was stunned, "Your Majesty..."
Qin Yue didn't respond. Qin Yi stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, I failed you. He didn't accept it."
Qin Yue said lightly, "I know."
"Just now, Your Majesty..." Qin Yi hesitated and said, "You heard everything?"
"Yes."
Qin Yi felt his scalp tingle. He quickly tried to remember if he had said anything disrespectful. He didn't dare to ask Qin Yue what he thought. He took out the Secret of Eternal Spring and presented it, "Your Majesty, this thing..."
Qin Yue took it and tore it. Qin Yi exclaimed, "Your Majesty, you can't!"
This thing wasn't easy to get!
Qin Yue only tore the cover off and said expressionlessly, "Didn't he say that he wanted to find it from Southern Chu? Change the name and send it over. "
He threw the book back to Qin Yi and didn't say anything else.
Qin Yi took his leave and walked out of the courtyard. Before he got into the carriage, he looked back and saw that person still standing there motionlessly. He couldn't help but sigh.
"I just want you to live on, I just want you to live on …" Fang Tuo's voice was low and muffled, as if he was sobbing. "Even if you don't love me, even if you can't see me, even if you hate me … As long as you're alive, as long as you exist in this world that I'm alive in, I'm satisfied … Why is it so hard … Lin Nuo, Lin Nuo …"
He coughed violently. Blood mixed with strong wine came out of his mouth. There were also tears at the corner of his eyes.
The child called Dog could hug his leg and beg, "Don't die, I'm scared..."
The woman called Hu'er Mother could hug the person she loved and say, "Even if it's for me, I beg you, don't die..."
He also wanted to hug him and beg, "I beg you, no matter what, just don't die... don't disappear from this world..."
But he didn't dare. Who was he? That person would only give him the word "scram" at most... That person, in fact, didn't even bother to say "scram" to him, right? He felt disgusted just by looking at him... His heart hurt so much that he shrank into a ball again.
The strong wine poured down his throat. It was bitter and spicy.
In his memories, bitter wine wasn't the only thing.
That person had also smiled at him.
He clearly remembered the first time they met. That white-clothed youth was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a mortal. He gently pushed the jade box in front of him. Those slender fingers were more flawless than jade. His voice was cold and leisurely, without the least bit of frivolity. "Treachery is indeed shameful, but this wasn't my cousin's intention. As her family, we don't want to put her in misfortune because of a promise. Brother Fang is also her elder brother. I think you can understand how we feel. "
After a pause, he continued, "My cousin's talent is astonishing. Entering the Nascent Soul stage is a cinch. A Nascent Soul stage cultivator has a lifespan of three thousand years, but Brother Fang is only a mortal. I'm afraid this kind of marriage isn't a fortunate thing for Brother Fang. Now that the marriage contract has been broken, I'm willing to use the item in this box to compensate for the help your mother gave to my aunt. "
At that time, he didn't react to what that person said. He only thought, how could his voice be so pleasant to hear? Every note was like plucking an invisible string in his chest. It trembled until his whole body went soft and he couldn't breathe smoothly.
When he came back to his senses, that person was long gone. He laughed at himself. That person was the white cloud in the Ninth Heaven. A mortal like him could only stand on the ground and look up.
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