Chapter 3 (1/2)
”Hum, bucket, I've dug so much today. I don't want to rest tonight!” The sound of plaits of braids, accompanied by an old man's wail, reverberated in the deep mine cavern.
”Please, leave me alone. I've really tried my best.” The old man hugged his feet and begged, ”take pity on me. I'm seriously injured, and I haven't had water for three days.”
”Get out of here Seeing that the imperial hand was cold, he kicked the old man in the chest, and scolded fiercely: ”old bone, waste my quota, you should die early. I didn't dig half of it. I still want to drink water. ”
The old man took the foot and lay down directly to one side, panting in his mouth, looking extremely dispirited, with black blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, which was shocking.
But the whip of the imperial hand did not show mercy, and once again fell on the old man, on his face and on his leg The emperor's hand was very fierce. This is the rhythm that he wants to kill the old man, so that he can get the supply of the strong man as soon as possible. In this way, the workload of his group will not lag behind others.
”Enough!” With a slap, the imperial intuition braid was caught by something. Looking back, Nie Chen's eyes were cold, and his right hand held his whip tightly.
With a sneer from the imperial hand, he suddenly pulled the whip. In his eyes, the little Zong Nu, who was granted cultivation, was just like a mole ant. But the result was beyond his expectation. He didn't pull the whip at all.
”You You want to rebel? ” Yu's hand was startled. He frowned and stared at Nie Chen fiercely. In fact, he was nervous in his heart. He didn't understand how the Zong slave who had been granted cultivation could grasp his braid.
In fact, after he pulled it, Nie Chen was unable to hold the whip any longer. Just for this moment, the accumulated aura disappeared.
Lunhai was sealed, there was no aura to support, unable to hold the whip for a long time. But the imperial hand was frightened and didn't pull the braid. Nie Chen, it's psychological bet, also bet right.
In his opinion, Yu Shou is a bully and a coward. Because he just saw this man, in front of his boss, bow head, can be described as the same ancestor.
”We are responsible for the old man's Obsidian weight, and it is double. On this condition, in exchange for you to let the old man go.” Nie dust's side, with the door purple wind forward, and Nie dust stand together. Nie Chen nodded to him.
”Hey, can you do it?” The imperial hand is surprised, the complexion is slightly relaxed, but in the heart is thinking: ”this person, the cultivation is clearly sealed, how is this going on?”
”Processing tonight, every day. What's double. Today alone, we've mined twice as much! ” Nie Chen points to two big baskets of obsidian in the corner, and his eyes show confidence.
”Ha ha ha, OK, according to what you say!” Royal hand smile way, take back braid, complexion instantly becomes bright and bright, ”as long as you work hard, diet is carefree!”
After that, the imperial hand took a look at the old man on the ground and walked out of the cave.
One day passed by in the jingle, and when it was finished, because all the slaves were barely fed, the emperor took a cart of prisoners and went back to the stockade.
In the mine cave, only Nie dust and Zifeng are left.
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”I thought you were dead.” Zifeng lies on a stone and looks at the top of the cave. His eyes are filled with sorrow and sadness.
”I've been in prison for three years, and I can't die. Your fellow disciples are with you. What about them? ” Nie Chen thought of Ziyang in the past and opened his mouth.
”Well, those who are in the same line should die. More than half of the brothers were killed by them in the mutiny. After they came here, they suffered a lot and most of them were overburdened and died. ” Purple wind words, showing a cold and sad.
”Ah Nie Chen punches on the stone wall, leaving a bloody fist mark.
”There were four people with me, but now I'm the last one.” In the eyes of purple wind, tears flowed out, ”Ye Er, in order not to be humiliated, ran dead on the stone wall behind you.”
Nie Chen's body trembled, his chest heaved, and the tears of Han Dynasty also flowed down.
Ye'er, a naive and lovely girl, often follows Nie Chen and Zifeng, who is almost their sister. However, she has gone west
”Who is it?”
”Qingjue, it's him who came to humiliate me and wanted to take ye'er away Qingchen has followed all the way and never stopped it. ” Zifeng's words are full of hatred.
”I'll kill both of them myself!” Nie Chen's fists and fingers collide together.
”We have to get out, but how can we escape...” Zifeng's face showed despair, ”to tell you the truth, Nie Chen, my accomplishments have been restored to eight levels. But there is little hope... ”