Just as I said to Song Qing not long ago.
Looking around the world, how many people can remain calm in the face of death!
Even if there are some, they are only rare.
Young Master Liu sighed secretly in his heart and turned around, glaring fiercely at the group of people surrounding him.
"Gungun, I don't care who you are!
You all should stay away from this young master, I don’t want to be contaminated by your bad luck."
Young Master Liu cursed viciously at a group of people, his face showing no trace of suspicion.
Regarding Young Master Liu's disgusted expression, there was no sign of dissatisfaction on the faces of the group of people.
Not only is it not on my face, but it is not in my heart either,
Because it would be the same if you were yourself.
Surrounded by a group of death row prisoners who are about to be taken to the execution ground, anyone would feel unlucky.
"Master Yang, don't, don't, don't!
Lu Changsheng, the governor of Xia Lingzhou, has heard about Master Yang for a long time. Today..."
Young Master Liu didn't wait for the person in front of him to finish speaking, and directly squeezed out of the crowd.
"Brother, who you are and what your identity is, I am not interested in you at all.
I don’t care whether you are the governor of Lingzhou or the governor of Lingzhou. We are strangers, so why don’t you try to get close to me."
Young Master Liu interrupted Lu Changsheng's words mercilessly, walked to his straw mat, and sat down cross-legged.
Seeing this, a group of people hurriedly gathered in front of Young Master Liu again.
"Master Yang, I'm..."
Liu Dashan saw a group of people gathered around him again, and an extremely impatient expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"Stop, stop, stop, I just said, who are you and what are your identities, I don't want to know at all.
As for you, it's time to eat, it's time to sleep, and stop hanging around this young master.
The night is already deep, and I want to rest, so I said so."
Young Master Liu warned everyone, and took out the tobacco bag in his hand with a depressed expression. After lighting the tobacco, he lay directly on the straw mat and smoked tobacco silently.
However, when Mr. Liu had smoked half of the dry cigarette in his hand, no one in the group of people around him dispersed.
They all stood there obediently, staring directly at Mr. Liu who was puffing away his smoke.
Young Master Liu looked at the group of people who were all staring at him in silence. He fanned the smoke in front of his eyes helplessly and sat up.
"No, if you don't go to bed, why are you hanging around me all the time?
How can I rest when you keep staring at me like this?"
The group of people looked at each other silently, but no one spoke first, still staring at Young Master Liu motionless.
Young Master Liu looked helplessly at the group of people in front of him and patted his thigh hard.
"No, what on earth do you want to do?"
Lu Changsheng, the governor of Lingzhou, sighed softly and bowed respectfully to Young Master Liu.
"Lü Changsheng, the governor of Xia Lingzhou, begs Master Yang to save my life."
"Same below."
"We beg Mr. Yang to save his life."
Young Master Liu looked at the group of people saluting him in front of him, took a long puff of dry cigarette, and rolled his eyes angrily.
"Bullshit, how can I save you?
You are all death row criminals who are about to be taken to the execution ground. How capable I am to save you.
Who do you think this young master is?
The current emperor?"
"Master Yang, although you are not the current Emperor, you are definitely the one in this precious land of the capital."
Lu Changsheng said compliments with sincere eyes, and gave Mr. Liu a thumbs up respectfully.
"Yes, yes, yes, I was blind before and didn't realize that the tiger was right in front of me.
I've been rude, and I hope Mr. Yang will forgive me."
"Master Yang, we are begging you sincerely. We hope that Master Yang can save our lives."
Young Master Liu knocked out the cigarette ashes in the original open space and waved his hands with a depressed expression.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop using your f**king words to flatter me.
This young master is not as powerful as you say.
Furthermore, as the saying goes, everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.
I am not related to you, so why should I save your life?
The most important thing is that I really don’t have the ability to save you, young master.
You know your current status better than anyone else.
You are the prisoners on death row who will be taken to the execution ground tomorrow, waiting to be executed.
Even though I am very capable, young master, I cannot help you."
As Young Master Liu spoke, he rolled up his tobacco bag and put it away from his waist. He lay down on the straw mat with a sad expression and closed his eyes.
"Come on, come on, let's all go and have a rest.
Those who haven't eaten yet should hurry up and eat.
Even if you want to be a ghost, you still have to be a dead ghost.
Go back, go back."
"Master Yang, I beg you, please save me."
"Mr. Yang, I kneel down for you. I beg you to take your own life."
"Master Yang, I have just passed my thirtieth year this year, and there will still be a long time to come, so please help me.
I can swear to God, as long as you can save my life.
When I get out, I will definitely not forget your great kindness, Mr. Yang."
Young Master Liu clenched his fists with a gloomy expression and turned over to face everyone.
"I'll tell you the last thing, I can't help you.
Get the hell out of here, if anyone dares to pester me again, don’t blame me for being rude to you."
A group of people heard Mr. Liu's impatient curses and looked at each other in confusion.
Some of the weak-minded people looked at Mr. Liu who didn't want to pay attention to them and others, and turned around with trembling bodies and walked towards their original positions.
After a while, a low-pitched cry came from the dimly lit cell.
The low cry instantly made the atmosphere in the cell become depressing.
Those who were still standing there couldn't help but feel a little irritable, listening to the crying sounds all around them.
His mind, which was gradually calming down, suddenly became chaotic.
Could it be that I am really dead this time?
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!
God, you are unfair!
They all violated Dalong's laws, so how could Mr. Yang get out of Zhao Prison alive and well?
As for me, I have to be taken to the execution ground and beheaded at three quarters tomorrow at noon.
It's not fair, it's not fair.
To be continued...