After the fall of the country, I was taken away by the enemy king

"clang----"

After an extremely crisp piercing sound, there was another "bang", and an extremely fast air current surged in the air, colliding with a huge cyclone, and knocking out the surrounding gravel.

In an instant, the sand and rocks were flying, and the lake was shining.

But Ning Haitang still missed.

Because his sword was actually blocked by the glazed fan in Duan Yiwei's hand, which seemed to be just an ornament.

"What!" He was astonished.

Duan Yiwei held the fan with one hand, unfolded it and held it in front of his chest slowly: "Now, you should know why I am so confident."

In fact, he didn't need to answer, Ning Haitang also understood.

The person who can easily block his full blow with only a fan shows that he is a top expert.

Duan Yiwei, he hid too deeply.

But Ning Haitang refused to accept his fate, he didn't want to fall into Duan Yiwei's hands for the rest of his life, so he clenched his long sword tightly and began to exert his strength again.

He shot at Duan Yiwei again, only the two of them were left outside the long pavilion, and the last faint light was lit on the calm lake, but this only light was disturbed by his sword wind.

"Hang bang bang bang—"

"Crackling-"

Ning Haitang's body shape changed, intertwined with Duan Yiwei under the night.

The two fought together, you came and went, you advanced and you retreated, you attacked and I defended, but Duan Yiwei never had the intention of fighting back.

He just blocked it with a fan, and it was watertight.

After dozens of moves, Ning Haitang still didn't find any flaws in him. He was obviously seriously injured, but he was still smiling like a normal person.

"Why didn't you make a move?" During the interval, Ning Haitang raised his sword over his shoulder and wiped the blade slightly with one hand: "Hiding it now will be boring."

He doesn't know what level Duan Yiwei is. It stands to reason that as long as he practices martial arts, he must practice Qi. The stronger the person's Qi, the more domineering and outgoing, but he restrains it very little.

too weird!

But under his questioning, Duan Yiwei closed his fans.

There was too much blood bleeding from his chest, and even the black ink clothes that couldn't see the blood stains at all seemed a little wet and heavy under the night.

But he didn't have a problem at all, because the stronger the inner energy, the less he cares about the injury, and their wounds will heal automatically.

So he still looked calm and composed, and even joked: "I'm not hiding, but I'm not interested in shooting you."

"What's the point? Say I'm too weak to deserve your shot!"

"That's one of the reasons."

Ning Haitang was tickled by his anger.

"But there are other reasons why I don't take action. In short, I know martial arts. So far, only you know."

Ning Haitang didn't reply, his hand holding the sword was dripping with sweat.

"You can't escape, and you can't kill me, but I have thousands of ways to grind your temper."

"Duan Yiwei..." Between the gaps between Ning Haitang's teeth, these words engraved into his bone marrow were rubbed vigorously, which was a name he would never forget in his life.

Duan Yi took one step closer, another step, and finally stopped at the closest position to the sword, consciously pointing his throat at the sharpest point of the sword.

He said: "Insert here, I will definitely die."

Ning Haitang didn't move at all, it wasn't that he didn't want to move, but he realized that he couldn't move at all.

He was controlled by Duan Yiwei's powerful internal energy!

At this time, Duan Yiwei finally stopped holding back his inner breath, that strong and domineering force made Ning Haitang feel endless oppression.

It was so oppressive that his body trembled unconsciously, but he couldn't move.

In the cold night when the moon was half covered by dark clouds just now, under the urging of Duan Yiwei's powerful inner breath, a large black whirlpool gathered from above their heads.

Like a vortex, and like a harbinger of a heavy rain.

"By the way." Duan Yiwei suddenly chuckled, and he became more and more gentle: "I seem to have said before that I can't kill you for nothing, there will be punishment."

Ning Haitang was breaking out in a cold sweat. This time, before Duan Yi could threaten him slightly, he consciously begged for mercy: "Give me one more chance, and I will never..."

Before he finished speaking, a bloody sound pierced his eardrums, and it came from the top of the octagonal pavilion behind him.

He turned back tremblingly, his eyes widened, because he saw a round, bloody head rolling down from above.

It also fell at his feet.

It was Wu Kai's head, and he was still squinting his eyes, with blood dripping from his eyes, staring at him ferociously, dying with regret.

With a sound of "嗖——", Duan Yiwei's glazed fan returned to his hand.

It was he who just opened the glass fan in his hand and swung it away, cutting off Wu Kai's head at an extremely fast speed.

Ning Haitang looked at Wu Kai who had just reunited and had not had time to reminisce about the past, but now his head was in a different place, opened his mouth halfway, and did not move.

He wanted to finish his sentence at first, but at this moment it all turned into a cry of pain.

"Wu Kai...Wu Kai!!!" he yelled, but he couldn't move or do anything, let alone protect anyone!

All he could do was watch his lieutenant die in front of him.

There were also the corpses of his other brothers on the ground, all lying in a mess, none of them would close their eyes, they all stared at him like this, full of unwillingness.

In his heart, these people are his family, the same existence as his parents, Fei Lian, and Chu Yi.

They have been together for so many years and are closer than brothers.

"Are you satisfied with this punishment?" Duan Yiwei looked at Ning Haitang's painful and angry expression, his smile gradually widened, and the bloodshot corners of his mouth became more red.

"Duan Yi...wei...why..." Ning Haitang broke down emotionally.

"Why? When you gave me that sword, you should have thought of the consequences." Duan Yiwei said innocently.

"And I warned you a long time ago, you didn't listen, and you just wanted to try whether the sword I bought for you was not sharp."

That voice sounds really light, soft and magnetic, like the most reluctant whisper of a lover.

But to Ning Haitang, Duan Yiwei's voice was the voice of sprites from hell.

"Why why why..." He kept asking, he couldn't accept it, he went crazy with a slight hatred for Duan Yi.

Duan Yiwei didn't intend to let him go, and teased his fragile nerves even more: "Do you hate me to death? But you were still screaming 'so comfortable' in my ear last night~"

At this moment, Ning Haitang could only roar in grief: "Duan Yiwei!!! You are not human!!!!"

Duan Yiwei was even happier when he saw this expression on his face, and suddenly raised his hand to grab his chin: "I just like your eyes that hate me so much but can't kill me, I really want to love you well some."

"It's just right, I wanted to try the wild, I guess you can't wait to want my love, so you dare to challenge my bottom line like this."

As he said that, Duan Yiwei pulled Ning Haitang's arm arrogantly and walked towards the long pavilion.

Ning Haitang was still controlled by his inner breath, unable to break free at all.

In the pavilion, there was no one there. Duan Yiwei tore his clothes into many pieces of cloth, blindfolded them, and tied them to the pillars of the pavilion.

(What happened? I don't know either.)

This time, Ning Haitang's consciousness was very clear, but because of being blindfolded, the feeling was even stronger.

He also knew that Wu Kai's head was watching him at his feet... watching him being made unsightly by Duan Yiwei's methods.

I don't know how long he was tortured, but he finally made it to the end.

The moment Duan Yi slightly pulled away from his body, he could no longer suppress the pain in his heart, and wailed: "Ah———"

At that moment, the dark clouds finally burst, and poured down with his emotions.

He cried, he howled, he was in the heavy rain, helpless like a child abandoned by the whole world.

He hadn't cried since he could remember.

He didn't cry when his parents died, he didn't cry when his country was ruined and his family was destroyed, he didn't cry when he was captured, tortured or insulted.

But he really hates it, he hates Duan Yiwei so much!

Duan Yiwei was originally a person who never softened his heart, but when he heard Ning Haitang crying in grief, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The mist in my heart slowly condensed into frost and turned into an endless blizzard.

Howling, blowing his softest and most sensitive inside.

He didn't speak, just heard Ning Haitang crying.

The heavy rain fell on the blood-stained ground, washing the cold corpses, and the blood flowed like a river.

After a while, he finally said softly, "Don't cry."

Ning Haitang was still crying, all he could hear was the shrill sound of rain falling.

Duan Yiwei couldn't help it, he didn't know why he was soft-hearted, he should punish Ning Haitang well so that he wouldn't dare to do anything wrong again.

But at this moment, like coaxing a child, he held Ning Haitang's face with both hands, and said with a breath, "I was wrong, okay, don't cry."

Although he pretended to be gentle and kind on the surface before, he had never been so humble with anyone.

But now, it was the first time in his life that he actually apologized to a plaything and a lowly servant.

Gradually, Ning Haitang's crying became much quieter, and finally turned into continuous sobbing.

It was still raining, Duan Yiwei looked at his naked body, silently took off his coat, and put it on him.

He untied the cloth strips that bound him and blindfolded him, and found that his eyes were swollen from crying.

So he gently hugged the poor kitten into his arms, "You said, if you were more obedient, I might not kill them today..."

"I just want to have a good time with you. If you satisfy me, I will satisfy you. You insist on trying my bottom line again and again. Who is to blame?"

Seeing that Ning Haitang didn't respond, he continued to coax: "I've done too much this time, and I apologized to you just now, but if you don't want to lose anyone else, just be more obedient, okay?"

Ning Haitang's voice was hoarse from crying, and he couldn't make a sound.

He just nodded in cooperation, because when he was crying just now, he had completely figured it out.

Duan Yiwei's ability to quell the melee of the four countries, to stand out among so many famous generals and capable men, and to make everyone in the entire Yun Kingdom worship him must have something extraordinary that everyone can't match.

It's as if he is playing chess with others, they may just watch ten more moves, but he can sweep the world with his eyes closed.

Such a person, and such a hidden master, is as tough as hitting a stone with an egg.

In the future, we can only discuss in the long run.