Way of Choices

The carriage of the State Education College left Beibing Masi Lane at the fastest speed.

The crowd gathered outside the lane did not respond at all, and even Mao Qiuyu and Chen Liuwang did not know what was happening in the courtyard.

The Five Hundred State Regiment cavalry dispersed, leaving only smoke and dust.

Chen Changsheng and others were so anxious, not because the injury of the folded sleeve was too heavy to support, but because the psychological shadow left by the small courtyard was too terrible.

Folded sleeves lay on the stretcher, wearing a clean cloth, with a pale face that had not seen the sun for a long time, and some thinness, but there was no wound, and it looked pretty good.

The carriage was driving at a high speed, and the wind on the street lifted the corner of the curtain. Tang 36 saw the corner of Zhou Yufeiyan, his face was pale, and he grasped the hilt subconsciously. Where did he talk to Zhou Tong in the courtyard like before? Calm appearance.

Zhou Yu is gloomy, but Zhou Tong himself is really scary.

Chen Changsheng lowered his head, his hair was already wet with sweat, and he looked like he had just done heavy physical work.

He took the handkerchief out of his sleeve, wiped off the sweat on his face, and then wrapped it in his palm, wrapped in Zhenyuan.

Before entering the Zhou prison, he pinched this handkerchief.

He rarely sweats, like Tang 36 and Xuan Yuanbo have never seen.

Today's situation is special, he thought in advance that he might sweat.

Confirming that the handkerchief soaked in sweat did not release the strange fragrance that disturbed him, Chen Changsheng really felt relieved.

The confrontation with Zhou Tong in the small courtyard was more thrilling for him than the battle with Zhou Ziheng.

Because of this confrontation, their state of mind needs to withstand extremely terrible coercion.

"Don't wipe your mouth." Tang 36 said as he looked at the sweat.

Chen Changsheng's movement paused and asked, "Why?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "Wipe your mouth with a handkerchief, just like Zhou Tong just now, it will look very abnormal."

Xuanyuan burst of laughter came from the front of the carriage, and the honest bear family boy always had such a low laugh.

This is not a funny joke, the atmosphere in the car is finally relaxed.

Chen Changsheng's state of mind calmed down and he began to look at the injury of the folded sleeve.

His finger rested on the cuff of the folded sleeve, and he listened quietly. Suddenly, there was a muffled noise in the carriage, and his finger was bounced.

Tang 36 asked: "What's going on?"

"Whimsiness, his old problems."

Chen Changsheng felt that there was something wrong with the pulse of the sleeves and frowned slightly, but said nothing. Then he unfastened the gold needle from his finger, untied his collar, and prepared to transport the needle to see.

With this solution, his hands froze.

After Tang 36 saw it, his body froze.

Chen Changsheng's fingers were a little trembling, but he still slowly untied the folded shirt and exposed his body.

Yes, there was no wound on the folded sleeve's face, and I couldn't see any injuries or punishment, because those were all on his body.

No one inch of his body is intact now.

There are wounds and rotten meat everywhere.

Some places may even see bones.

In some places, even the bones turned black.

Chen Changsheng didn't know how many kinds of punishment he had suffered and how much poison he had been punished.

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

There was silence in the carriage.

"parking!"

Chen Changsheng said suddenly.

Tang Thirty-six lowered his head, when his right hand clenched Wenshui sword again.

Xuan Yuanbo didn't know what was happening in the car, stopped and got in and got in, and he saw the miserable situation of folded sleeves.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and his breath became quick and heavy. Because of his anger, his arms began to thicken, and the hair like steel thorns protruded out of the skin, which was a sign of transformation.

"I'm going to kill Zhou Tong!"

Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanshi didn't speak, but they thought the same way, so they only called to stop, so they held the sword handle.

The sleeves were tortured so badly that Chen Changsheng was no longer able to maintain a calm and calm state of mind. Where did Tang 36 still care about the identity of his family's children.

If Liang Xiaoxiao used his own death accusation to fold sleeves to collude with the demons, and the sleeves were implicated by the seven, then Zhou Tong refused to let others go, and tortured the sleeves with such brutal means, he was suffering for the State College of Education.

They are the National College of Education, and of course they have to avenge their sleeves.

Just at this time, Folded Sleeve opened his eyes.

The depth of his eyes is still lemon-colored.

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

But because the poison was too much planted in Zhou Prison, various toxins conflicted with each other. In the last few days, his vision gradually recovered.

Every time he was awakened in Zhou prison, he would have to face endless pain, so when he opened his eyes, there was indifference and hatred.

But at this moment, what he saw was not those weird and even torture tools specially designed for the demon clan, but three young faces that showed concern.

In a short time, the folded sleeves were completely awake and guessed what they were going to do from the expressions of the three of them.

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

His voice was weak, but there was a feeling that he could not refuse.

Xuanyuan broke out and shouted: "We are going to kill Zhou prison to avenge you."

Folded sleeves looked at him without expression and said: "There are many kinds of shelling, do you want to make braised bear paws for them?"

This is still a funny joke, and no one laughed this time.

Of course it's not that folding sleeves never tell jokes, so everyone is surprised.

"But... this breath, there is really no way to swallow it." Tang 36 said.

Folded sleeves said: "When you can't beat the opponent, you have to bear it, staring at him, strengthening yourself, and then biting him to death."

This is how wolves survive.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said sadly: "I'm sorry, it's all I have caused you."

Folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, ignoring him.

Xuanyuan broke back to the car, and the carriage continued to drive.

Farther and farther from Zhou Yu.

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

A cold, straight voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.

It was a folded sleeve, and he still closed his eyes.

"If you think I'm too miserable... Add money."

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Back at the National College of Education, the long-awaited priest of the 13th Division of the Qing Dynasty began to use the holy light technique to treat the folded sleeve, and then Chen Changsheng personally began to treat him, carefully using gold needles and knives to deal with the unbearable wounds on the folded sleeve, It took half a day to process it, and it was already dark.

Folded sleeves were too injured. In order to facilitate treatment and avoid movement, I did not live in the small buildings beside the forest. I spread thick bedding on the wooden floor of the library and just lay on the floor.

With the light shining, Chen Changsheng looked at the directory of the National College of Education, and then retracted it into the drawer, looking at the wolf boy with his eyes closed and painless, remembering that he had folded his sleeves in Zhou Yuan and said he wanted Need a sword.

"Money...I don't have much now." Chen Changsheng ignored the annoyed glance of Tang 36, and said to the folded sleeve: "But I have many swords, you can pick whatever you want."

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