The wound was so painful that Xie Junhe couldn't straighten his back, but it seemed that Wang Hong had no intention of giving up at all: "It's really easy to beat the young master to make him so angry!" A swordsman agreed: "In the past, we were all palms.

The door is open to him, now it's time to let him have a taste of his power!" Since Chu Tao no longer cares about his life or death, the swordsmen's venting of anger becomes natural.

There was a muffled sound in the pool. The cold and biting water choked him so much that he couldn't breathe. He struggled, but he was pressed harder on his back. Those swordsmen wished they could just suffocate him in the pool. But Chu Tao would not let him die.

, Wang Hong did not dare to kill him.

With a "get up", he was lifted up. He was soaked from top to bottom, and his messy hair was dripping with water, which poured all over his face. He lay on his back, coughing constantly. The wind was blowing, and it was very cold.

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"It's my turn!" There was a slightly familiar roughness. I couldn't remember who I had offended - there were too many. I just got kicked back into the pool without any resistance. It was as cold as a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

, the pain of suffocation. He would rather drown in the long river than in this pool, let alone suffer such humiliation - this made him feel uncomfortable all over.

But he didn't want to fight back - didn't he deserve this?

He could only let the swordsmen throw him into the pool like a football, and then pick him up like a drowned rat. Only today did he understand how much these swordsmen who had been with him day and night for ten years hated him. Back then, these swordsmen

If people let him be arrogant, they might just do it because of Chu Tao's favoritism.

When these people had had enough torment, he was thrown into the woodshed, and the locks made a clanging sound. Wouldn't the next step be to be kicked out? Whatever, it would be a matter of time. Late at night, the wound on his back was as painful as fire. He was silent all night.

It was heartbreaking and more painful than being whipped. He realized that Chu Tao had many ways to make people talk, but he was just too lazy to try them on Xie Junhe one by one - even Chu Tao despaired of him.

He thought of the days when he fled from Jiangbei. At that time, Qin Xiao must have been furious, but he stretched out his legs and ran resolutely. But now, he does not believe that a padlock and two guards can really trap him, who has traveled across rivers and seas.

Jiao. It’s just that he didn’t want to say anything or resist, but he didn’t expect Chu Tao to even bother to kill him. With a wry smile, the commoner woman holding the pipa deep in the alley appeared in his mind again, that figure he could never catch up with.

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Suddenly a small porcelain vase was thrown in from the dark window.

Wang Hong's cold voice penetrated the darkness: Use the medicine!

He was puzzled. "Is it the master's order?" The only answer was his footsteps walking away.

But why should Chu Tao pity him? He realized from the bottom of his heart that he was still very concerned about Chu Tao's attitude. But he was so wrong that he couldn't even forgive himself.

Every day except for the delivery of food, there was no other sound, and no one answered. The first day or two was easy, but he endured it for ten days. It was so long that it was as if everyone in the world had forgotten his existence. This Billy

He was even more unbearable after a sharp stabbing.

Late at night, the guard was still standing there. He was bored and thinking about how to bring down these two guys, avoid the night watchman, climb up the wall, what route to take, which sentries to pass in the middle... He didn't really want to escape.

But, there was really nothing to do, and I was so distracted.

The door opened silently. "Is it a good day?" Chu Tao's clear voice echoed in the dark night.

He let out a long breath: "Enough fun? Just take my life. If you let me choose, it would be more honorable to die by your sword. If you are worried about dirtying your hands, then let me die."

In the long river."

Chu Tao smiled "hehe": "How about dying drunk?"

Xie Junhe looked at him in surprise, and then he saw Chu Tao actually holding a jar of wine in his hand! The familiar aroma of wine floated to his nose, with a hint of sweetness in the coldness. The heavenly fragrance of Ningxiang Pavilion was drunk?

It seems that Chu Tao plans to continue playing. Thinking of this, he can't help but feel discouraged and doesn't want to drink anymore.

"Yan Hong is very interesting, she said. It was the first time she saw the master selling wine to his subordinates."

"Soul-breaking wine, will you send me on my way?"

"Are you still afraid of death?" Chu Tao smiled faintly, "Don't you want to drink?" He picked up the wine jar and was about to throw it out.

No! Xie Junhe rushed up to take the wine jar, hugged it and refused to let it go. With a playful smile, he uncovered the lid and drank, then turned to Chu Tao's silent face and said provocatively: "Good wine. Don't you want to take a sip?"

Chu Tao folded his arms and let him assume a rogue posture - if he dared to act rogue, at least he wouldn't want to die.

But then, Xie Junhe hesitated again: "It doesn't make sense, why are you inviting me to drink?"

"I promised you, I'll treat you to a drink afterwards. I didn't say whether it was success or failure, it's a loss." Chu Tao mocked him, imitating the rogue's tone, imitating him to lean on the firewood pile, rest his arms on his head, and cross his legs.

Xie Junhe suddenly put aside the wine jar, stared at him, pursed his lips, and said not a word. The atmosphere seemed to have returned to the hall of the Chu Mansion that day.

Chu Tao smiled faintly: "Why, the wine is also hard to swallow?"

"I made things like this, this wine - I can't drink it."

Chu Tao laughed loudly: "Is there any wine in the world that you, Xie Junhe, can't drink?"

Xie Junhe sighed: "Stop playing around. I beg you..."

"You know why I don't drink?"

"I've heard several opinions. One is stingy, the other is incomprehensible, and the third is cold-faced and ruthless. I'm not interested in chatting."

Chu Tao ignored it and said to himself: "When I was six years old, I could tell what good wine is. Jun He, if you want to compete with me in drinking, you may not be my opponent more than ten years ago. But now, I smell

The smell of alcohol made me want to vomit. That time I went to Fenghuoling and I was on night watch. It was so cold that my father handed me a pot of shochu. I took a sip and it was so spicy that I choked, so I went to the stream to wash my face. My father said

Less than a hundred steps behind me. I heard nothing except the sound of water. When I turned around -"

Chu Tao's words stopped there, and he slowly closed his eyes. The moonlight gradually dimmed, burying his face in a sad haze.

"You can't even hear the killer?"

"The sound of water, Jun He, he came here taking advantage of the sound of water - I was negligent..."

Jun He gently shook his shoulders. He never thought that the unreasonable prohibition on alcohol would also have a human touch. Presumably Chu Tao would not allow similar negligence to happen again in his life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, causing him to lose any

A subordinate can be so strict. He is the only exception. It's strange, why do you trust him so much?

Xie Junhe's heart thumped, as if he was struck by a boulder. Chu Tao's fatal mistake this time was simply because he was too confident in Xie Junhe's promise - an oversight that could make his opponents laugh at him as stupid -

Who would believe that an alcoholic madman really wants to quit drinking? A person who hates alcohol the most in his life would believe it when he meets an alcoholic who is addicted to alcohol. Isn't this ridiculous?

"I'm sorry." Xie Junhe felt that he had shown 120,000 sincerity when he said this sentence. But it was like a pebble dropped into a deep pool, making no sound.
Chapter completed!