Fighter of the Destiny

The carriage of the National Education Academy left Beibingma Sizheng Alley at the fastest speed.

The crowd gathered outside the alley did not react at all. Even Mao Qiuyu and Chen Liuwang did not know what happened in the small courtyard.

The five hundred state cavalrymen dispersed, leaving only streaks of smoke and dust.

Chen Changsheng and others were so anxious not because Zhexiu's injuries were too severe to support him, but because the psychological shadow left by that small courtyard was too terrible.

Zhe Xiu was lying on a stretcher, wearing clean cloth clothes. His face was pale and thin from not seeing the sun for a long time, but there were no wounds and he looked in good condition.

The carriage was driving at high speed, and the wind on the street lifted a corner of the curtain. Tang Sanliu saw the corner of Zhou Yu's eaves, his face turned pale, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword. It was no longer like talking to Zhou Tong in the courtyard before. of calmness.

Zhou Prison is gloomy, but the truly terrifying thing is Zhou Tong himself.

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

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the sweat from his face, then put it in his palm and wrapped it with his true energy.

Before entering Zhou Prison, he had pinched this handkerchief.

He rarely sweated, like Tang Sanliu and Xuanyuan Po, who had never seen him sweat.

Today's situation was special, and he had thought beforehand that he might sweat.

Chen Changsheng finally felt relieved after confirming that the handkerchief wet with sweat did not release the strange fragrance that made him uneasy.

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 mental state had to endure extremely terrifying pressure.

"Don't wipe your mouth." Tang Sanliu said while looking at him who kept wiping his sweat.

Chen Changsheng paused and asked, "Why?"

Tang Thirty-Six said: "Wiping your mouth with a handkerchief, just like Zhou Tong did just now, will look very abnormal."

Xuanyuan Po's laughter came from the front of the carriage. The honest boy from the Bear Clan always had such a low point of laughter.

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

Chen Changsheng gradually calmed down and began to check Zhexiu's injury.

He put his fingers on Zhe Xiu's pulse valve and listened quietly. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the carriage, and his fingers were flicked up.

Tang Sanshiliu asked: "What's going on?"

"On a whim, that's his old habit."

Chen Changsheng felt that there was something wrong with Zhexiu's pulse, and frowned slightly, but said nothing. Then he took off the golden needle from his finger, unbuttoned his collar, and prepared to use the needle to take a look.

With this solution, his hand froze.

After Tang Sanliu saw it, his body froze.

Chen Changsheng's fingers were trembling a little, but he still slowly untied Zhexiu's clothes, exposing his body.

Yes, there was no injury on Zhexiu's face, and it was impossible to tell what injuries or punishments he had received, because those were all on his body.

Not an inch of his body was intact now.

There were wounds and rotten flesh everywhere.

In some places you may even see bones.

In some places, even the bones turned black.

Chen Changsheng didn't know how many kinds of torture Zhexiu had received and how many poisons he had been given.

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

There was dead silence in the carriage.

"parking!"

Chen Changsheng said suddenly.

Tang Sanliu lowered his head, and at some point he grasped the Wenshui Sword tightly in his right hand again.

Xuanyuan Po didn't know what happened in the carriage. After he parked the car, he got in and saw the tragic situation of Zhishou.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. Because of his anger, his arms began to become thicker, and hair like steel thorns protruded from his skin, which was a precursor to transformation.

"I'm going to kill Zhou Tong!"

Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanliu didn't speak, but they thought so too, that's why they shouted to stop, and that's why they held the hilt of their swords.

Zhexiu was tortured so badly that Chen Changsheng could no longer maintain a calm and calm state of mind. How could Tang Sanliu care about his status as a son of a noble family?

If Liang Xiaoxiao used his own death to accuse Zhe Xiu of colluding with the demons, and Zhe Xiu was implicated by Qijian, then Zhou Tong was still unwilling to let him go and tortured Zhe Xiu with such cruel methods, so he was suffering for the National Education Academy.

They are the National Education Academy, and of course they want to avenge Zhexiu.

At this moment, Zhexiu opened his eyes.

The depths of his eyes were still lemon-colored.

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

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

Every time he woke up from prison, he was faced with endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, he was filled with indifference and hatred.

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

In a short time, Zhexiu was completely awake, and he guessed what they were going to do from the expressions on the three of them.

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

His voice was weak, but there was a feeling that could not be rejected.

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

Zhexiu looked at him with an expressionless expression and said, "There are many kinds of Paoluo in there. Do you want to make braised bear paws for them?"

It was still not a funny joke, and for once no one laughed.

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

"But... there is really no way to swallow this breath." Tang Sanliu said.

Zhe Xiu said: "When you can't beat the opponent, 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 all me who has caused you trouble."

Zhe Xiu closed his eyes and ignored him.

Xuanyuan Po returned to the car and the carriage continued to drive.

Getting further and further away from Zhou Prison.

But the four teenagers on the carriage knew very well that one day, they would come back here.

Suddenly a cold and straight voice sounded in the carriage.

That was the sound of folding sleeves, and he still had his eyes closed.

"If you think I'm too miserable...just pay more."

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Returning to the National Education Academy, the 13th Priest Qingzhen, who had been waiting for a long time, began to treat Zhexiu with the Holy Light Technique. Then Chen Changsheng began to treat him with his own hands, carefully using gold needles and knives to treat the horrific wounds on Zhexiu's body. It actually took half a day to finish it, and it was already dark.

Zhexiu's injury was too severe. In order to facilitate treatment and avoid moving, he did not live in the small buildings beside the forest. He spread a thick quilt on the wooden floor of the library and lay down on the ground like this.

Under the illumination of the light, Chen Changsheng looked at the directory of the National Education College, then put it back in the drawer, looked at the wolf boy with his eyes closed and endured the pain without saying a word. He remembered that Zhe Xiu had said in Zhou Garden that he wanted to go to school. Want a sword.

"Money... I don't have much money now." Chen Changsheng ignored the annoyed look from Tang Sanliu and said to Zhexiu: "But I have a lot of swords, you can choose whatever you want."