Chapter 100
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Ah an feels that his pain has reached the limit that his body can bear, but the next wave of torture often makes him know that he is wrong again.
He couldn't even control the muscles of his throat and made some short sounds of unknown significance.
But he didn't ask for mercy. The lesson engraved in his bones told him that begging for mercy at this time had no effect. It was a waste of energy.
Can only endure, regardless of whether can endure all must endure.
The woman who was tormenting him was no more than a few years older.
But like the master, he has rich experience in torture and can cause the greatest pain to the human body with the smallest injury.
She was calm and ruthless,
repeatedly tortured his body.
This is the worst case scenario. Ah an thought to himself.
For a dead waiter, if he can't stop himself in time after falling into the enemy's hands, he hopes to die earlier at least.
The most terrible thing is to fall into the hands of such a professional enemy.
He will make you suffer, but also let you die, can only in endless suffering repeatedly endure, begging for death to come early.
In order to prevent them from being forced to confess by the enemy after being captured alive.
Since childhood, the master has personally punished them when they did something wrong.
Let their bodies endure pain and get used to it.
This kind of punishment is not only physical torture, but also spiritual devastation.
Once, he failed, master Jie did nothing, but handed him a small glass of wine.
That glass of wine made him see the real hell.
Since then, he has never made a mistake or lost a hand.
Maybe I should be glad that this person is just tormenting my body. Ah an's mouth cracked a bitter smile.
"Not bad. I can still laugh. Is it because I'm too kind to compare with the elder Jie of the state of song? "
The young woman's bloody fingers reached over, pinched his chin, and forced him to look up.
"It seems that I should be more serious." The expressionless devil spoke coldly.
Ah an closed his eyes.
At this time, he heard a strange sound,
a moment later, he realized that it was the sound of wheelchair rolling on the uneven stone floor in the prison.
"A Jia girl, show mercy. The LORD said that there was no need for trial. "
"I have some private matters to ask him. I hope you can help me."
“……”
Ah'an vaguely heard a gentle male voice speaking, mixed with a few cold words from the woman.
Later, someone released him from the suspended state, routinely stopped bleeding, bandaged the wound, and dragged him back to his cell.
The sound of bone rolling stopped in front of him.
Ah'an reluctantly opened his eyes. In front of him was a wooden wheelchair with a man in it.
The man held a pottery bowl with some soup of unknown significance. He bent down, soft sleeves down to the dirty floor, put the bowl in front of his eyes.
What does that mean? In the end, it's going to give me a mess of potions. Ah an felt that his almost nonexistent heart suddenly felt sad,
still, he could not avoid this kind of torture.
He did not resist, and even reluctantly raised his head to the side of the bowl and drank up the bitter medicine soup.
He knows that resistance is meaningless. The more obedient and indifferent he is, the less interest others may have in torture.
"It's medicine. It's good for your injury." The gentle voice of the man sounded.
Ah'an is lying on the ground with his eyes closed. He has no strength to distinguish the purpose of this man.
But his body didn't seem to have any special reaction. The liquid with heat entered his empty stomach and made him feel better.
"Can you tell me something about ah Yang?" The voice sounded again.
Ah'an opened his eyes powerlessly and looked at the man in the wheelchair.
This man is called Zhou Zixi.
That fool Yang died for this man.
It turns out that he also remembers ah Yang.
"It's all about her. I want to know her past. " Zhou Zixi looked at the prisoner lying on the ground, "as long as you say, I will ask the Lord to stop torture you."
A full moon rose into the night sky and shone through the window bars into the dim cell.
He wiped his knees on the wheelchair and spilled them on the wounded prisoner.
Maybe it's because I've been in pain for a long time, looking forward to breathing, or for some other reason.
A moment later, there was a husky voice in the cell.
"When I was very young, a Yang and I were in the same group. Our group had 20 children at the beginning, and only a Yang and I grew up alive. "……
A Jia stood at Cheng Chiba's desk,
"well, Zixi and I pleaded, and I agreed to him." Cheng Qianye buried himself in the documents, and did not lift his head. "As long as you know it's the assassin of the song state, it's enough. I'll find them sooner or later."
Ah Jia didn't speak.
Cheng Chiba looked at her: "what's the matter?"
"But the assassins may still be lurking in the city." Ah Jia said.
"After so many days, even if you pry open his mouth, the information you ask is useless." Cheng Chiba does not like the reply.
Even if the Lord is soft hearted, even Lord Zhou is like this. An assassin who wanted to take his life, he even pleaded for it. It's a woman's kindness. A Jia is in the heart.
"Since there are assassins in the city, ah Jia, you'll stay with Mr. Zhou this time." Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at a Jia, "Mr. Zhou is responsible for the implementation of the new deal. He is very diligent. I often visit the countryside to investigate the people's feelings. His legs and feet are inconvenient. I'm not sure if I don't have a trusted person by my side. "
A Jia is speechless and takes orders.
Cheng Qianye put down her pen and looked her up and down: "don't you want to?"
Subconsciously touched his face, ah Jia was surprised to think,
was the Lord see it again? Have I really stepped back? Without the master's supervision, I can't even cover up my most basic emotions now?
In fact, she would like to look through a bronze mirror to see what was wrong with her expression.
Cheng Qianye can't help but feel funny when he looks at the colorful green jade in front of him.
Her face looked dull, and her inner emotions were very active, fluctuating one after another.
"Don't you like Mr. Zhou?" Cheng Chiba said with a smile, "ah Jia, you don't have to hide yourself. If you have any idea, you can say it directly."
"I I didn't A Jia seldom stammered, "I'm a dead waiter, the Lord's order is my idea."
Cheng Chiba put down his pen, waved, let a Jia close to himself: "my order is that you don't have to suppress yourself, say what you think."
A Jia's eyes turn back and forth, and suddenly he doesn't know what kind of expression to maintain for himself.
"Mr. Zhou, he It's too square. I, I'm not used to it In the end, she decided to open her mouth,
once she opened her mouth, she said a little too much carelessly, "he is too serious. He pays attention to etiquette and follows the sage's words everywhere, which is a moral benchmark. He's uncomfortable with people like me. I used a sentence on the prisoner, and he thought I was too harsh. I really couldn't get along with him. "
Ah, it's so refreshing to say everything in my heart.
Ah Jia let out a breath and felt that the whole sky seemed to be clear.
Bianjing shook his head: "after a few days, I'll be back with you."
……
In the dark dungeon, ah an lay on a pile of hay.
The cell was empty and empty.
Since his arrest, he does not know how long he has been held here, one month, two months or three months?
From the conversation of the jailer, he vaguely knows that the defeat of dog Rong has returned to the grassland in the north, and the kings of the vassal states are dividing up the territory left by dog Rong. The army of Jin captured many cities, and now they occupy Fengdu all the way to the West.
The situation in the world is constantly changing.
Some countries are rapidly growing stronger.
Some countries, such as song, are still weak.
But these have nothing to do with such a nobody as him. The only thing he can care about is when he will die.
Zhou Zixi didn't cheat him. Since that time, no one has punished him any more.
In the empty cell, there was no one to care about him except the daily food that the jailer delivered on time.
After a period of time in the night, the sound of a wheelchair will ring, and the elegant and noble senior official of the state of Jin will come to him and talk with him about the person they both know.
Ah an unconsciously said a lot about the past. He didn't even think that there were so many memories in his boring life.
"Once when I didn't finish my task, my master tied me up in the house and punished me for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I felt dizzy. Ah Yang secretly threw a cake through the crack of the window, but it was crooked. I couldn't reach it at all. If the master finds out, we'll both be dead. We were scared to death at that time. "
"Ah Yang almost failed in his first mission. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and cut off the target's neck for her. She was so scared that she cried. At that time, I thought this woman was too weak to live long. Who knows she lived for a long time, behind everyone gradually died, but she has been alive. Unfortunately, I was the only one left in the end. No, I don't think so longSometimes he talks a lot, some of them are about ah Yang, some of them are his own.
But the man with broken legs never interrupted him. He just sat in the wheelchair, looked up at the night sky outside the window and listened quietly.
Sometimes ah an doesn't want to talk, so he puts in a few perfunctory words. That person did not do more blame, quietly stay for a while, the sound of the wheelchair will ring again, gradually away.
That man has not been here for several days.
Ah am was lying on a pile of straw, looking at the wet ceiling.
The wound on his body has been treated by the doctor and has been improved a lot.
Food was delivered on time every day, and he was never hungry.
He suddenly felt as if he had never been so quiet.
If he wasn't in the enemy's prison, he even thought it would be good to be like this all the time.
as usual, there was a slight sound of food coming through the crack of the iron door.
His skin tightened instantly, which was a fixed signal between him and his companions.
The jailer, whose face was slightly different from that of his usual life under the low brim of his hat, held out his thin fingers on his back and ordered the food.
Ah an knows what he means, and the manipulation in this food can make him stop himself immediately.
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Ah an feels that his pain has reached the limit that his body can bear, but the next wave of torture often makes him know that he is wrong again.
He couldn't even control the muscles of his throat and made some short sounds of unknown significance.
But he didn't ask for mercy. The lesson engraved in his bones told him that begging for mercy at this time had no effect. It was a waste of energy.
Can only endure, regardless of whether can endure all must endure.
The woman who was tormenting him was no more than a few years older.
But like the master, he has rich experience in torture and can cause the greatest pain to the human body with the smallest injury.
She was calm and ruthless,
repeatedly tortured his body.
This is the worst case scenario. Ah an thought to himself.
For a dead waiter, if he can't stop himself in time after falling into the enemy's hands, he hopes to die earlier at least.
The most terrible thing is to fall into the hands of such a professional enemy.
He will make you suffer, but also let you die, can only in endless suffering repeatedly endure, begging for death to come early.
In order to prevent them from being forced to confess by the enemy after being captured alive.
Since childhood, the master has personally punished them when they did something wrong.
Let their bodies endure pain and get used to it.
This kind of punishment is not only physical torture, but also spiritual devastation.
Once, he failed, master Jie did nothing, but handed him a small glass of wine.
That glass of wine made him see the real hell.
Since then, he has never made a mistake or lost a hand.
Maybe I should be glad that this person is just tormenting my body. Ah an's mouth cracked a bitter smile.
"Not bad. I can still laugh. Is it because I'm too kind to compare with the elder Jie of the state of song? "
The young woman's bloody fingers reached over, pinched his chin, and forced him to look up.
"It seems that I should be more serious." The expressionless devil spoke coldly.
Ah an closed his eyes.
At this time, he heard a strange sound,
a moment later, he realized that it was the sound of wheelchair rolling on the uneven stone floor in the prison.
"A Jia girl, show mercy. The LORD said that there was no need for trial. "
"I have some private matters to ask him. I hope you can help me."
“……”
Ah'an vaguely heard a gentle male voice speaking, mixed with a few cold words from the woman.
Later, someone released him from the suspended state, routinely stopped bleeding, bandaged the wound, and dragged him back to his cell.
The sound of bone rolling stopped in front of him.
Ah'an reluctantly opened his eyes. In front of him was a wooden wheelchair with a man in it.
The man held a pottery bowl with some soup of unknown significance. He bent down, soft sleeves down to the dirty floor, put the bowl in front of his eyes.
What does that mean? In the end, it's going to give me a mess of potions. Ah an felt that his almost nonexistent heart suddenly felt sad,
still, he could not avoid this kind of torture.
He did not resist, and even reluctantly raised his head to the side of the bowl and drank up the bitter medicine soup.
He knows that resistance is meaningless. The more obedient and indifferent he is, the less interest others may have in torture.
"It's medicine. It's good for your injury." The gentle voice of the man sounded.
Ah'an is lying on the ground with his eyes closed. He has no strength to distinguish the purpose of this man.
But his body didn't seem to have any special reaction. The liquid with heat entered his empty stomach and made him feel better.
"Can you tell me something about ah Yang?" The voice sounded again.
Ah'an opened his eyes powerlessly and looked at the man in the wheelchair.
This man is called Zhou Zixi.
That fool Yang died for this man.
It turns out that he also remembers ah Yang.
"It's all about her. I want to know her past. " Zhou Zixi looked at the prisoner lying on the ground, "as long as you say, I will ask the Lord to stop torture you."
A full moon rose into the night sky and shone through the window bars into the dim cell.
He wiped his knees on the wheelchair and spilled them on the wounded prisoner.
Maybe it's because I've been in pain for a long time, looking forward to breathing, or for some other reason.
A moment later, there was a husky voice in the cell.
"When I was very young, a Yang and I were in the same group. Our group had 20 children at the beginning, and only a Yang and I grew up alive. "……
A Jia stood at Cheng Chiba's desk,
"well, Zixi and I pleaded, and I agreed to him." Cheng Qianye buried himself in the documents, and did not lift his head. "As long as you know it's the assassin of the song state, it's enough. I'll find them sooner or later."
Ah Jia didn't speak.
Cheng Chiba looked at her: "what's the matter?"
"But the assassins may still be lurking in the city." Ah Jia said.
"After so many days, even if you pry open his mouth, the information you ask is useless." Cheng Chiba does not like the reply.
Even if the Lord is soft hearted, even Lord Zhou is like this. An assassin who wanted to take his life, he even pleaded for it. It's a woman's kindness. A Jia is in the heart.
"Since there are assassins in the city, ah Jia, you'll stay with Mr. Zhou this time." Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at a Jia, "Mr. Zhou is responsible for the implementation of the new deal. He is very diligent. I often visit the countryside to investigate the people's feelings. His legs and feet are inconvenient. I'm not sure if I don't have a trusted person by my side. "
A Jia is speechless and takes orders.
Cheng Qianye put down her pen and looked her up and down: "don't you want to?"
Subconsciously touched his face, ah Jia was surprised to think,
was the Lord see it again? Have I really stepped back? Without the master's supervision, I can't even cover up my most basic emotions now?
In fact, she would like to look through a bronze mirror to see what was wrong with her expression.
Cheng Qianye can't help but feel funny when he looks at the colorful green jade in front of him.
Her face looked dull, and her inner emotions were very active, fluctuating one after another.
"Don't you like Mr. Zhou?" Cheng Chiba said with a smile, "ah Jia, you don't have to hide yourself. If you have any idea, you can say it directly."
"I I didn't A Jia seldom stammered, "I'm a dead waiter, the Lord's order is my idea."
Cheng Chiba put down his pen, waved, let a Jia close to himself: "my order is that you don't have to suppress yourself, say what you think."
A Jia's eyes turn back and forth, and suddenly he doesn't know what kind of expression to maintain for himself.
"Mr. Zhou, he It's too square. I, I'm not used to it In the end, she decided to open her mouth,
once she opened her mouth, she said a little too much carelessly, "he is too serious. He pays attention to etiquette and follows the sage's words everywhere, which is a moral benchmark. He's uncomfortable with people like me. I used a sentence on the prisoner, and he thought I was too harsh. I really couldn't get along with him. "
Ah, it's so refreshing to say everything in my heart.
Ah Jia let out a breath and felt that the whole sky seemed to be clear.
Bianjing shook his head: "after a few days, I'll be back with you."
……
In the dark dungeon, ah an lay on a pile of hay.
The cell was empty and empty.
Since his arrest, he does not know how long he has been held here, one month, two months or three months?
From the conversation of the jailer, he vaguely knows that the defeat of dog Rong has returned to the grassland in the north, and the kings of the vassal states are dividing up the territory left by dog Rong. The army of Jin captured many cities, and now they occupy Fengdu all the way to the West.
The situation in the world is constantly changing.
Some countries are rapidly growing stronger.
Some countries, such as song, are still weak.
But these have nothing to do with such a nobody as him. The only thing he can care about is when he will die.
Zhou Zixi didn't cheat him. Since that time, no one has punished him any more.
In the empty cell, there was no one to care about him except the daily food that the jailer delivered on time.
After a period of time in the night, the sound of a wheelchair will ring, and the elegant and noble senior official of the state of Jin will come to him and talk with him about the person they both know.
Ah an unconsciously said a lot about the past. He didn't even think that there were so many memories in his boring life.
"Once when I didn't finish my task, my master tied me up in the house and punished me for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I felt dizzy. Ah Yang secretly threw a cake through the crack of the window, but it was crooked. I couldn't reach it at all. If the master finds out, we'll both be dead. We were scared to death at that time. "
"Ah Yang almost failed in his first mission. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and cut off the target's neck for her. She was so scared that she cried. At that time, I thought this woman was too weak to live long. Who knows she lived for a long time, behind everyone gradually died, but she has been alive. Unfortunately, I was the only one left in the end. No, I don't think so longSometimes he talks a lot, some of them are about ah Yang, some of them are his own.
But the man with broken legs never interrupted him. He just sat in the wheelchair, looked up at the night sky outside the window and listened quietly.
Sometimes ah an doesn't want to talk, so he puts in a few perfunctory words. That person did not do more blame, quietly stay for a while, the sound of the wheelchair will ring again, gradually away.
That man has not been here for several days.
Ah am was lying on a pile of straw, looking at the wet ceiling.
The wound on his body has been treated by the doctor and has been improved a lot.
Food was delivered on time every day, and he was never hungry.
He suddenly felt as if he had never been so quiet.
If he wasn't in the enemy's prison, he even thought it would be good to be like this all the time.
as usual, there was a slight sound of food coming through the crack of the iron door.
His skin tightened instantly, which was a fixed signal between him and his companions.
The jailer, whose face was slightly different from that of his usual life under the low brim of his hat, held out his thin fingers on his back and ordered the food.
Ah an knows what he means, and the manipulation in this food can make him stop himself immediately.
Ah an feels that his pain has reached the limit that his body can bear, but the next wave of torture often makes him know that he is wrong again. He couldn't even control the muscles of his throat and made some short sounds of unknown significance. But he didn't ask for mercy. The lesson engraved in his bones told him that begging for mercy at this time had no effect. It was a waste of energy. Can only endure, regardless of whether can endure all must endure. The woman who was tormenting him was no more than a few years older. But like the master, he has rich experience in torture and can cause the greatest pain to the human body with the smallest injury. She was calm and ruthless, repeatedly tortured his body. This is the worst case scenario. Ah an thought to himself. For a dead waiter, if he can't stop himself in time after falling into the enemy's hands, he hopes to die earlier at least. The most terrible thing is to fall into the hands of such a professional enemy. He will make you suffer, but also let you die, can only in endless suffering repeatedly endure, begging for death to come early. In order to prevent them from being forced to confess by the enemy after being captured alive. Since childhood, the master has personally punished them when they did something wrong. Let their bodies endure pain and get used to it. This kind of punishment is not only physical torture, but also spiritual devastation. Once, he failed, master Jie did nothing, but handed him a small glass of wine. That glass of wine made him see the real hell. Since then, he has never made a mistake or lost a hand. Maybe I should be glad that this person is just tormenting my body. Ah an's mouth cracked a bitter smile. "Not bad. I can still laugh. Is it because I'm too kind to compare with the elder Jie of the state of song? " The young woman's bloody fingers reached over, pinched his chin, and forced him to look up. "It seems that I should be more serious." The expressionless devil spoke coldly. Ah an closed his eyes. At this time, he heard a strange sound, a moment later, he realized that it was the sound of wheelchair rolling on the uneven stone floor in the prison. "A Jia girl, show mercy. The LORD said that there was no need for trial. " "I have some private matters to ask him. I hope you can help me." Ah'an vaguely heard a gentle male voice speaking, mixed with a few cold words from the woman. Later, someone released him from the suspended state, routinely stopped bleeding, bandaged the wound, and dragged him back to his cell. The sound of bone rolling stopped in front of him. Ah'an reluctantly opened his eyes. In front of him was a wooden wheelchair with a man in it. The man held a pottery bowl with some soup of unknown significance. He bent down, soft sleeves down to the dirty floor, put the bowl in front of his eyes. What does that mean? In the end, it's going to give me a mess of potions. Ah an felt that his almost nonexistent heart suddenly felt sad, still, he could not avoid this kind of torture. He did not resist, and even reluctantly raised his head to the side of the bowl and drank up the bitter medicine soup. He knows that resistance is meaningless. The more obedient and indifferent he is, the less interest others may have in torture. "It's medicine. It's good for your injury." The gentle voice of the man sounded. Ah'an is lying on the ground with his eyes closed. He has no strength to distinguish the purpose of this man. But his body didn't seem to have any special reaction. The liquid with heat entered his empty stomach and made him feel better. "Can you tell me something about ah Yang?" The voice sounded again. Ah'an opened his eyes powerlessly and looked at the man in the wheelchair. This man is called Zhou Zixi. That fool Yang died for this man. It turns out that he also remembers ah Yang. "It's all about her. I want to know her past. " Zhou Zixi looked at the prisoner lying on the ground, "as long as you say, I will ask the Lord to stop torture you." A full moon rose into the night sky and shone through the window bars into the dim cell. He wiped his knees on the wheelchair and spilled them on the wounded prisoner. Maybe it's because I've been in pain for a long time, looking forward to breathing, or for some other reason. A moment later, there was a husky voice in the cell. "When I was very young, a Yang and I were in the same group. Our group had 20 children at the beginning, and only a Yang and I grew up alive. " A Jia stood at Cheng Chiba's desk, "well, Zixi and I pleaded, and I agreed to him." Cheng Qianye buried himself in the documents, and did not lift his head. "As long as you know it's the assassin of the song state, it's enough. I'll find them sooner or later." Ah Jia didn't speak. Cheng Chiba looked at her: "what's the matter?" "But the assassins may still be lurking in the city." Ah Jia said. "After so many days, even if you pry open his mouth, the information you ask is useless." Cheng Chiba does not like the reply. Even if the Lord is soft hearted, even Lord Zhou is like this. An assassin who wanted to take his life, he even pleaded for it. It's a woman's kindness. A Jia is in the heart. "Since there are assassins in the city, ah Jia, you'll stay with Mr. Zhou this time." Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at a Jia, "Mr. Zhou is responsible for the implementation of the new deal. He is very diligent. I often visit the countryside to investigate the people's feelings. His legs and feet are inconvenient. I'm not sure if I don't have a trusted person by my side. " A Jia is speechless and takes orders. Cheng Qianye put down her pen and looked her up and down: "don't you want to?" Subconsciously touched his face, ah Jia was surprised to think, was the Lord see it again? Have I really stepped back? Without the master's supervision, I can't even cover up my most basic emotions now? In fact, she would like to look through a bronze mirror to see what was wrong with her expression. Cheng Qianye can't help but feel funny when he looks at the colorful green jade in front of him. Her face looked dull, and her inner emotions were very active, fluctuating one after another. "Don't you like Mr. Zhou?" Cheng Chiba said with a smile, "ah Jia, you don't have to hide yourself. If you have any idea, you can say it directly." "I I didn't A Jia seldom stammered, "I'm a dead waiter, the Lord's order is my idea." Cheng Chiba put down his pen, waved, let a Jia close to himself: "my order is that you don't have to suppress yourself, say what you think." A Jia's eyes turn back and forth, and suddenly he doesn't know what kind of expression to maintain for himself. "Mr. Zhou, he It's too square. I, I'm not used to it In the end, she decided to open her mouth, once she opened her mouth, she said a little too much carelessly, "he is too serious. He pays attention to etiquette and follows the sage's words everywhere, which is a moral benchmark. He's uncomfortable with people like me. I used a sentence on the prisoner, and he thought I was too harsh. I really couldn't get along with him. " Ah, it's so refreshing to say everything in my heart. Ah Jia let out a breath and felt that the whole sky seemed to be clear. Bianjing shook his head: "after a few days, I'll be back with you." In the dark dungeon, ah an lay on a pile of hay. The cell was empty and empty. Since his arrest, he does not know how long he has been held here, one month, two months or three months? From the conversation of the jailer, he vaguely knows that the defeat of dog Rong has returned to the grassland in the north, and the kings of the vassal states are dividing up the territory left by dog Rong. The army of Jin captured many cities, and now they occupy Fengdu all the way to the West. The situation in the world is constantly changing. Some countries are rapidly growing stronger. Some countries, such as song, are still weak. But these have nothing to do with such a nobody as him. The only thing he can care about is when he will die. Zhou Zixi didn't cheat him. Since that time, no one has punished him any more. In the empty cell, there was no one to care about him except the daily food that the jailer delivered on time. After a period of time in the night, the sound of a wheelchair will ring, and the elegant and noble senior official of the state of Jin will come to him and talk with him about the person they both know. Ah an unconsciously said a lot about the past. He didn't even think that there were so many memories in his boring life. "Once when I didn't finish my task, my master tied me up in the house and punished me for five days. On the third night, I was so hungry that I felt dizzy. Ah Yang secretly threw a cake through the crack of the window, but it was crooked. I couldn't reach it at all. If the master finds out, we'll both be dead. We were scared to death at that time. " "Ah Yang almost failed in his first mission. Fortunately, I happened to pass by and cut off the target's neck for her. She was so scared that she cried. At that time, I thought this woman was too weak to live long. Who knows she lived for a long time, behind everyone gradually died, but she has been alive. Unfortunately, I was the only one left in the end. No, I don't think so longSometimes he talks a lot, some of them are about ah Yang, some of them are his own. But the man with broken legs never interrupted him. He just sat in the wheelchair, looked up at the night sky outside the window and listened quietly. Sometimes ah an doesn't want to talk, so he puts in a few perfunctory words. That person did not do more blame, quietly stay for a while, the sound of the wheelchair will ring again, gradually away. That man has not been here for several days. Ah am was lying on a pile of straw, looking at the wet ceiling. The wound on his body has been treated by the doctor and has been improved a lot. Food was delivered on time every day, and he was never hungry. He suddenly felt as if he had never been so quiet. If he wasn't in the enemy's prison, he even thought it would be good to be like this all the time. as usual, there was a slight sound of food coming through the crack of the iron door. His skin tightened instantly, which was a fixed signal between him and his companions. The jailer, whose face was slightly different from that of his usual life under the low brim of his hat, held out his thin fingers on his back and ordered the food. Ah an knows what he means, and the manipulation in this food can make him stop himself immediately.
