Junior Disciple C

After the folding fan spun once in the air, it returned to Hao Chen's hand.

Even though he repeatedly warned himself not to act rashly, he was still furious when he heard the man's words that Feng Ye was his prey.

Almost without thinking, the folding fan came out.Although he hit the opponent, Hao Chen also knew that it did not cause any harm to the opponent at all.

In this illusion, reality is controlled by this monster. Only by breaking this illusion can we find a chance to defeat the opponent.

Hao Chen looked at the smiling man coldly, and soon he looked away.

Now he can't do anything to the other party, looking at the other party's smile, it has no effect except to make his already strong anger even more intense.

In order to prevent himself from losing his mind again, Hao Chen simply refused to look at him.

He turned around on his own, and his eyes returned to Feng Ye in the illusion.

During this month, he was not just following Feng Ye and watching as Fang Yang and the others saw.

At the same time, he is also constantly trying to find the flaws in the illusion, but it is too difficult to break such a real illusion.

It's hard both internally and externally.From the outside, he couldn't enter the illusion to have real contact with Feng Ye, and Feng Ye in the illusion never realized that he was in the illusion.

After trying many times, Hao Chen also realized that simply breaking through from one side is almost impossible to succeed.

He had to wait, wait for an opportunity, an opportunity to cooperate with Feng Ye internally and externally.

He didn't know how long he had to wait, and he didn't know whether this opportunity would come, but he believed in Feng Ye, and he could only trust Feng Ye.

Since Feng Ye broke out of the Eternal Vision by himself before, then Feng Ye will definitely be able to do it this time.

The sun went down again, and it was the end of another day.

A day in fantasy.

After Feng Ye moved the stone in his hand to a fixed position, he followed the crowd and walked towards the thatched hut where they lived, or were imprisoned.

The crowd has already walked very proficiently. It has been the same process every day for the past month. The sun rises and the sunset rests. The place they stay, except for the quarry, is the straw shed full of straw.

Feng Ye dusted off the plaster on his hands. If he had to say that the biggest change in the past month was that the brand marks on the side of his neck and the welts on his shoulders slowly healed.

It is a luxury to be able to eat enough here every day, not to mention the medicine for healing. His wounds are completely healed by themselves.

For some unlucky people, the wounds were infected and inflamed due to poor treatment, and then developed a high fever. If they can still move, the soldiers will still let them go to work.

If the fever is so delirious that you can’t move, then the soldiers will not care about it. They will leave it for a day or two to see the situation. If the disease improves, they will be pulled back to work. Get out and throw it away.

Feng Ye didn't know exactly where they were thrown, but it was expected that those people would have no other ending other than dying of illness.

Among this group of people, Feng Ye was particularly lucky. He had been whipped so many times, and he didn't do any treatment except for washing the wound with water. However, miraculously, he was not infected and inflamed, and the wound did not fester. Suppurate, on the contrary, it all grows up by itself.

Of course, this good growth only means that the split flesh has grown back together, but these secondary growths of flesh are also distinct from the surrounding intact skin, forming hideous and ugly scars on the body.

It was so hideous that Hao Chen couldn't bear to look at it. When Feng Ye was cleaning the wound on his back, his fingertips were hanging beside Feng Ye's wound.

He wanted to touch, but he couldn't. The distance between them was the shortest and the furthest.

But even though he couldn't bear it, he still didn't look away. He saw these wounds healed day by day. Although they were still grim, they were much better than the bruises at the beginning.

After Feng Ye dusted off the plaster on his hands and received today's food, he followed the crowd back to the hut.

When they arrived at the straw shed, the people wolfed down the coarse-grain pancakes that were a little bit rough in their hands.

Then, he closed his eyes and rested his tired and exhausted mind from the day.

With so many people locked up in the hut, there should be a lot of chatter, but the reality is that almost no one speaks.

Because they are too tired, too tired to open their mouths, and have no time to chat with people.

Wu Yi stayed next to Feng Ye. He was Feng Ye's only acquaintance among these people. For more than a month, only Wu Yi would talk to him.

But Wu Yi's words became less and less, and the heavy work made him have no energy to speak.After eating the cakes, he began to spread the straw and was ready to sleep.

Feng Ye eats more slowly, he doesn't gobble up like others, he eats with a kind of slow and elegant style.

While chewing the rough cake noodles in his mouth carefully, he looked at the ground with blank eyes, not sure if he was in a daze or thinking about something.

Feng Ye will finish eating after the rest of the people have laid out straws and gone to sleep.

He also lay down and went to bed directly after eating, and the day was over.

Repeat day.

In the back shed after falling asleep, there will be no other sounds except for the occasional turning over and snoring.

Hao Chen did the same as before, found an open space, sat next to Feng Ye, and guarded the sleeping Feng Ye.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui, as always, watched with their chins propped up not far away, waiting for the next sunrise.

It's just that this time it's a little different, because besides the three of them, there is one more audience.

The man who looks exactly like Ying Long is also there, although this is an illusion controlled by him, he is everywhere.

But most of the time, he didn't appear in front of them, and after appearing suddenly this time, he didn't disappear again.

He was standing alone on the other side, leaning on the railing in a Xiqiang camp, shaking his legs boredly from time to time.

Although Fang Yang was afraid of him, he couldn't help but sneak a look at what he was doing.

However, he had only just glanced at it when he realized that the man who was looking elsewhere had turned his head.Eyes met, the man showed a kind smile, but Fang Yang trembled in fright, and immediately turned his head away, looking at Cao Zirui's puzzled face with shock.

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth deepened a little, he enjoyed playing tricks on others.

Of course, playing tricks on a mortal of Fang Yang's level is far less interesting than playing Hao Chenlai.It's just that Hao Chen has already learned enough lessons, so he doesn't even look at him, just pretending that he doesn't exist.

A lot of fun is gone, but he also entertains himself, which is one of the things he does best.

A whistle sounded suddenly in the silent night, Fang Yang, who had already turned his head away, couldn't help but followed the whistle and turned his head to look secretly.

It was a man whistling. He was leaning against the railing, his brows and eyes half closed, and the moonlight hit his face, casting a hazy silhouette on him.

I have to admit that his face is really good-looking, the kind that transcends gender.Fang Yang stared blankly for a moment.

But then he reacted and shook his head, this face is Ying Long's at all!Good-looking is also Ying Long's good-looking.

Cao Zirui was also watching this scene, and he also stared blankly for a moment, but he had a different idea.

He had met Ying Long before. In Ling Xiao Sword Sect, when Ying Long came to the world with Fang Yang's body, he could be said to be one of the closest people to Ying Long.

He could see very clearly that the man in front of him looked very similar to Ying Long, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be some subtle differences.

He couldn't tell if he insisted, no matter how good his memory was, he couldn't remember Ying Long's facial features completely.He could only vaguely express one feeling, he felt that the facial features of the man seemed to be a little more feminine, while Ying Long's was a little more heroic.

It was as if one of the mouths always had a smile on it, while the other almost always had a cold face, maybe it wasn't a cold face, but when Ying Long appeared in front of people, most of them had such a serious and cold expression.

Cao Zirui and Fang Yang were in a daze listening to the sound of the whistle. The man seemed quite versatile, and his whistle was not bad either. He seemed to be playing some lullaby to soothe the sleepy soul.

But Hao Chen was unmoved, he didn't even turn his head, and carried out his plan of ignoring this monster to the end.

However, a noise suddenly came into the sudden, coherent and pleasant whistle.

It was another whistle, and this other whistler was obviously not so talented, and his whistle could only be regarded as good, and there was no tune at all.

And the blowing is still stumbling, interrupted from time to time.

Hao Chen didn't realize where the whistle was coming from at first, he thought it was another trick played by this monster, and a duet was needed if one person couldn't blow it enough.

But soon, from Feng Ye's eyes suddenly opened, he realized that the whistle came from the illusion.

Feng Ye regained his clarity the moment he opened his eyes, and after the ugly whistle, he heard approaching footsteps.

The owner of the footsteps seems to be walking a little wobbly, and the footsteps seem to have no rhythm.

As if drunk.Feng Ye thought to himself.

His guess was soon confirmed. Someone opened the locked shed door. As soon as the shed door was opened, a pungent smell of alcohol came to his face.

"Hi." The visitor even hiccupped.

The rattling sound of the chain moving finally woke up the rest of the sleeping people. Wu Yi, who was sleeping next to Feng Ye, also got up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, not understanding what happened.

Feng Ye used the moonlight to see clearly the identity of the person who came, he was a soldier of Xiqiang.

And it's the one he remembers the most.

Xiqiang soldiers guarded the slaves in shifts, and there were not fixed people who guarded them every day.

Moreover, these soldiers also wore ghost masks when they were on duty, so it was difficult to tell who was who.

This is the rule in the Western Qiang army, just like the sword is always on the body, and the ghost mask must be worn when on duty.

It was the first time for Feng Ye to see the faces of Xiqiang soldiers under the ghost faces. It turned out that these masks were not some ferocious ghosts, but human facial features that were exactly the same as them.

But even though it was the first time he saw it, he also recognized who this person was.

He recognized from the tattoo on the soldier's hand that it was the soldier who beat to death the man behind him when he first came to the quarry.

As for why he came here late at night...

The soldier in front of him didn't wear a ghost mask, which meant that he wasn't on duty tonight, so he probably wasn't here for business.Feng Ye deduced in his heart.

Inexplicably, he suddenly thought of what Wu Yi had said to him on the first day, and a ridiculous guess arose in his heart.

Soon, he found that his guess was not absurd, the reality was so absurd.

The soldier glanced around the shed with a drunken gaze. He was full of dislike for these sallow and emaciated slaves, but his eyes lit up when he saw Feng Ye.

He finally found the target, he took out the whip that he carried with him, whipped it on the ground, and ordered: "Come out with me!"

He was speaking to Feng Ye, everyone's eyes were on Feng Ye, Wu Yi also looked at Feng Ye, his mind was still a little dazed after waking up, he didn't understand why the soldier took Feng Ye away alone.

Hao Chen, on the other hand, realized something when the soldier turned his gaze to Feng Ye, and he froze in place.

It was different from Feng Ye, whose memory had been erased, who had no experience, and was still immature.Hao Chen has seen big winds and waves, and he has also seen all kinds of gloomy things.

As a man, it is very easy to read another man's gaze.

When the soldier looked at Feng Ye, his eyes were naked, with undisguised desire.

Feng Ye's appearance is actually the same as his performance, it is not outstanding, it is a very ordinary appearance, but why did this soldier choose Feng Ye among so many people...

Hao Chen suddenly thought that the illusion in front of him was actually a reenactment of the past thousands of years ago.

Maybe the details have changed, for example, Feng Ye didn't use his real appearance to experience these things, but some characteristic nodes have not changed because of this change.

So, just like thousands of years ago, the soldiers picked the handsome Feng Ye.

After figuring this out, Hao Chen also recovered from his daze, and then, an indescribable rage rose in his heart.

Like a raging wave, rising from the sea level, it rolled into a monstrous tsunami.

The tsunami washed everything away, and also destroyed Hao Chen's reason.Facing the shadow of the soldier, he paused word by word: "How dare you!"

Every word seemed to be crushed between his teeth before spitting out, with blood and anger wishing to chew his flesh and blood.

His spiritual power was released out of control, and everything around him should have been crushed by this violent spiritual power, as did this disrespectful human being.

However, the reality is that his spiritual power has not affected the people in the illusion at all.

Feng Ye didn't move immediately on the spot, but soon, impatiently, the soldier flicked the whip again. He didn't hit Feng Ye, but hit the straw in front of Feng Ye, like a deterrent.

Wu Yi, who was closest to Feng Ye, was frightened by the whip so close at hand, and moved back a few steps, but Feng Ye's gaze was off, and then he stood up from the ground.

Lowering his head, he obediently followed the soldiers away.

The shed door was locked again, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.

Hao Chen's chest pain was rising and falling due to anger. His anger had no way to vent. He couldn't tear apart the human beings in this illusion. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the man who looked very similar to Feng Ye.

When the man met those eyes that were so angry that they seemed to be burned to ashes by the anger, he just smiled indifferently.

At the same time, he also gave Hao Chen some comfort: "Why are you so angry, you really underestimated him."

Hao Chen took a deep breath, and after realizing that the momentary fury against Feng Ye had subsided, he finally regained some sense.

This monster was right, Feng Ye was not someone who would be caught without a fight, but he still couldn't contain the magma-like blazing anger that was still surging in his heart.

It's like someone's spying on something you cherish, especially someone who is so despicable that he should be able to crush him to death with one finger.

Just having such an idea, this person deserves death!

The author has something to say:

Anxinzhen does not have that kind of plot, it is pure and simple.