After listening to Qin Tian's words, the snoring sound on the big bed next to him finally disappeared.
The old man didn't move. He still had his back to Qin Tian. He was silent for a moment and said angrily: "What are you doing here, you monkey?"
"Did you make some mistake and get caught?"
"How embarrassing for me!"
Qin Tian smiled and said, "I do think so. That way, I can enjoy peace and happiness."
"It's a pity that I was born with a life of hard work and I am not as blessed as you."
"Xiao Pohu's fighter is very powerful. The roast chicken that was just cooked this morning is still hot... Do you want to eat it?"
"It will get cold if you don't eat it."
Although the old man is still silent, he has begun to swallow his saliva. You can feel that he wants to eat, but he has a conflicting mood.
In the end, sensibility triumphed over reason, and I muttered sheepishly: "If you eat, you are a hero, if you don't, you are a fool!"
With the sound of chains, he finally turned over and sat up.
Four iron chains made of fine steel are connected to four special collars, and the collars are firmly placed on the old man's hands and feet respectively.
He sat on the edge of the bed and shook his hand. An iron chain flew up and hit the stone table with a snap.
The roast chicken and soju placed on the table flew up under the force and fell into the old man's hands without any bias.
The old man held the wine in one hand, bit open the bottle cap with his mouth, tilted his neck and drank a few sips, then wiped his mouth. With a satisfied look on his face, he took a big bite of the roast chicken in his other hand.
Qin Tian watched this scene with a smile. He was very envious of the old man's unique skill of picking up food with iron chains and always wanted to learn it.
But I can't learn it no matter what. Either I use too much force and the iron chain smashes the stone table, or I don't have enough strength and the food falls on the ground.
After replacing countless stone tables, he finally gave up the idea.
Seeing the old man wearing iron chains and wearing ragged clothes, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.
"Old man, can't you understand our feelings and take off this iron chain?" He couldn't help but say.
In fact, no one wanted to tie him up. It was the old man who insisted on putting a few chains on his hands and feet. In his own words, being in jail should look like being in jail.
The so-called "imprisonment" is just a show by the Dragon Kingdom officials to fool the power of the outside world.
If the old man is willing, the North can build a luxurious villa for him here as a prison.
But the old man insisted on it.
Qin Tian also somewhat understands the old man's mood. He is actually repenting. In other words, he is remembering his brothers in the past in a special way under the frozen soil where the sun never shines.
Although the old man didn't say anything about that battle, Qin Tian could see that he actually blamed himself very much.
He felt that it was his fault in command that led to the destruction of the Palace of Hell and the death of so many brothers.
He locked himself here, not with his body, but with his heart.
This guilt for his brother is a prison in his heart that can never be lifted.
The old man didn't bother to pay attention to Qin Tian's words. He rolled his eyes, as if he was choking, and took two gulps of Shao Knife.
Putting down the wine, he continued to eat, but at a much slower pace.
He seemed to say casually: "I heard that you found Boss Can?"
Qin Tian hurriedly got out of bed, squatted beside the old man, and said with a smile: "Did Leng Yun tell you?"
"Yes. Not only Can Boss, but also Wu Chang and Cui Ming."
"Master, I rebuilt Heaven's Punishment..."
There was no joy on the old man's face, he just said lightly: "Really?"
"What about the others?"
Qin Tian was speechless. It was good news to find Can Jian and others and rebuild Tianpu. Why didn't Qin Tian tell the old man?
That's because he originally thought that there must be more people who survived in the Palace of Hell in the past.