Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 11
"Excuse me...can you change the posture? For example, use the back?"

Chen Kuang was held in the arms of the black armored guard and endured it for three seconds.

Finally, he couldn't help it, and spoke politely while enduring the pain.

Qingcuo lowered her head and glanced at him: "Why?"

"..."

It's not a question of dignity, but the princess hug is really gay, buddy.

Do you really think it's okay for two big men to use this posture?
Well, maybe the ancient people had conservative ideas, and there really was no such concept as male defense...

Thinking about it this way, coupled with Qingcuo's natural look, Chen Kuang couldn't say anything more.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingcuo thought for a while and said:
"It hurts? That's because your leg is broken, not because I'm holding you in a bad posture."

Chen Kuang: "?"

Can this be misunderstood?
Could it be that he felt that he was complaining that he was not hugging well enough, not gentle enough?

What kind of rough nerves do you have to think that the severe pain from the fractured bone is due to a problem with your posture... It's somewhat insulting.

Chen Kuang explained: "There are three kinds of disabilities. Disabled, disabled, and obedient are all different. I am blind, not a fool."

"I know."

"So you think I don't know I have a broken leg?"

"I'm afraid you don't know."

"..."

Chen Kuang took a breath and forced a smile: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Qingcuo said: "You're welcome."

Chen Kuang understood.

This guy is a dumb beast at all, he can't understand human words.

Chen Kuang no longer protested against the princess' hug, and remained silent, but fortunately, the severe pain in his leg had gotten used to it after such an interruption just now, and it was not so uncomfortable.

However, Qingcuo took a look at his pale face, his cheeks tensed due to subconsciously clenching his teeth, showing a hint of surprise in his eyes, and instead opened his mouth.

"So you really know that your leg is broken."

Chen Kuang didn't speak.

Qingcuo said lightly: "I thought you didn't feel any pain. After all, this kind of pain is considered severe if ordinary people don't faint instantly."

His eyes were calm: "And you...don't say a word."

Chen Kuang's eyebrows twitched, and before he could speak, the respectful voice of a strange prison guard came from in front of him.

"My lord! You are..."

"Open the door."

The jailer who had just been replaced was originally wondering why the black armored guard was holding someone, but then he saw a large piece of blood dripping from Chen Kuang's dangling clothes, staining everything below his knees red.

He immediately fell silent, and hastily stretched out his hand to open the heavy iron gate of the prison.

Watching Qingcuo walk into it, horrific bloodstains meander all the way.

As soon as Chu Wenruo heard the movement, he quickly stood up, walked to the edge of the cell, raised his head, and his beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Before that, Qingcuo simply killed the two jailers first, and then directly took away Chen Kuang, her only support at present, and frightened this weak little woman.

When Chen Kuang left, she could hear her helpless and desperate cries.

Seeing Chen Kuang come back again at this time, he was overjoyed.

But when they got closer, Chu Wenruo realized something strange. Seeing the extremely glaring bloodstain, her expression froze, and she almost stopped breathing.

The jailer opened the cell door, and Qingcuo leaned over to put Chen Kuang down.

She even kindly let him lean against the railing on Chu Wenruo's side.

Chu Wenruo approached slowly stiffly, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and saw Chen Kuang sitting leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out, his tibia had collapsed, and he could hardly bear to look at the tragic situation.

"Mr. Chen..."

Chu Wenruo's beautiful eyes were immediately filled with tears, and they fell down his cheeks in a flutter, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes were flushed, which was very pitiful.

It was hard for her to imagine how painful such torture would be. It was as uncomfortable as if her heart had been clenched and crushed by an invisible big hand.

The words were almost choked up, she could only stretch her hand through the gap in the railing, and carefully wiped the cold sweat off Chen Kuang's forehead with her fingers.

The beautiful woman's teary eyes were filled with guilt, "I'm sorry... Mr. Chen... I misunderstood... I hurt you..."

What did she misunderstand again?
Chen Kuang sighed in his heart, and reluctantly said: "It's okay, it's none of your business."

Qingcuo took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and sprinkled the powder in it on Chen Kuang's bloody leg.

Chu Wenruo was suddenly excited, and said sharply:
"You thieves, bastards, what can you do to me!"

She desperately reached out to grab the clothes behind Qingcuo:

"Don't shoot innocent people anymore! Did you hear me! I'm Mrs. Liang Guo, please interrogate me! Don't touch him!"

Qingcuo said lightly: "This is a healing medicine."

Chu Wenruo suddenly became speechless, his movements froze, and there was a trace of embarrassment in the quiet air.

If Chen Kuang hadn't been so painful that his face was distorted at this moment, he would definitely have laughed out loud.

Qingcuo stood up and said: "This medicine can only treat skin trauma, your legs are useless."

Chen Kuang was silent.

Qingcuo paused for a moment, then glanced at Chu Wenruo again, turned and left without saying anything.

The jailer re-locked the lock.

Chen Kuang moved his eyes. He wanted to open them at first, but found that the eyelids were covered with sweat, and it was difficult to open them, so he just lay there.

He took a deep breath, smiled, and comforted softly: "It's all right."

"The next seven days...you should be fine."

Chu Wenruo suppressed his emotions and asked hoarsely:

"Seven days..."

"Mr. Chen... Is this the result you got in exchange for two legs?"

Chen Kuang shook his head, stretched out his hand to touch his leg, felt that the muscles and bones were indeed healing at a high speed, and raised the corners of his mouth:

"Where is this going? It's not yet time for the result."

What he wants is not the last seven days.

When Chen Kuang decided to face Li Hongling directly, he was already prepared for serious injuries.

Such a small injury was actually much better than he thought, even a little too light.

Anyway, with "Ganoderma lucidum" passively present, it means that as long as he is not fatally injured, he will not die directly, and the wound will heal quickly.

But what he was afraid of was not death, but that once he was discovered and imprisoned as a "medicine man", even if he could escape later, he would have to waste a lot of time.

In the final analysis, his current strength is too weak.

I hope that in these seven days, enough useful passives can be accumulated, and Huo Hengxuan had better have a backup as he guessed, otherwise his plan is still risky.

Probably because Li Hongling wanted to teach him enough lessons, no one came over for the whole afternoon, neither food nor wine, nor gave him a piano.

Chen Kuang didn't find it difficult, he silently thought about the content of the Ku Rong chapter, but found it difficult to understand, more annoying than the injury on his leg.

With no foundation and no one to give advice... It is really too difficult to comprehend a top-level swordsmanship out of thin air.

In the evening, Huo Hengxuan was finally released.

The same scene was staged again, but the escorting jailers were completely different, and their attitudes were much more cautious, and they did not push any more.

Huo Hengxuan was a little surprised.

Dragging his handcuffs and shackles, he was led back to the cell that had been cleaned, and he saw Chen Kuang next door at a glance.

He widened his eyes, moved over to take a closer look, and suddenly laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, staggering:
"Hahaha... I thought you were capable, and the cowhide was blowing loudly, but it turned out that there was just one more cripple!"

"You still want me to believe you? Pooh, what the hell!"

The old man laughed so hard that tears came out and wet his gray and messy hair.

Although it was a very funny scene, for some reason it was a bit more desolate.

Chen Kuang waited for him to finish laughing, then looked at him and said calmly:
"Really? Have you seen the jailers here? Every face."

Huo Hengxuan was taken aback.

He recalled what he saw along the way, all the jailers... were replaced.

The old man's pupils constricted, and he suddenly turned his head to stare at Chen Kuang.

impossible……

"Where's the previous jailer?"

"died."

"Five?"

"All of them, you didn't say how many you would kill."

Huo Hengxuan was silent for a long time: "You... how did you do it?"

Chen Kuang liked the dazed look of the old man very much.

He opened his eyes, and the eyes under the blood and sweat were full of smiles:

"you guess?"

(End of this chapter)