Xing Tian, who was locked in the cell, had no idea how much changes had taken place outside.
He could only stay in the cell quietly, waiting for when Ye Fan or Di Jiang would take him out.
Once that happens, he knows that his memory will be wiped away.
Xing Tian thought that this day would come soon, but more than half a month later, he was still bored in the cell.
The Haechi guarding the cell would not deprive him of money, beat or scold him, but he would not chat with him to relieve his boredom.
"Xingtian, come with me!"
Early that morning, when Xing Tian was still asleep, he saw Ye Fan standing next to him.
When he saw Ye Fan, he immediately woke up, stood up and saluted him.
"Sir, please!"
Ye Fan didn't say anything to him. Just when he was about to walk out of the cell, he suddenly patted Xing Tian on the shoulder.
"Don't resist for a while, it will save you a lot of pain."
Xing Tian nodded.
Still on the execution platform, still at the place where the female slaves were executed.
Xing Tian walked up a little nervously.
He doesn't know what he will face in the future, nor what he will be like in the future. Maybe by then, he won't even be able to remember who he is, but in this way, he can at least save his life.
He took a deep breath and stood in the center of the execution platform.
Sun Simiao stood on the execution platform holding the medicine box.
There are still a lot of people coming today, just like when the female slaves were executed that day.
But among the people who came to watch today, there was a handsome young monk.
He avoided the crowd and came all the way to the front, looking at Xing Tian on the execution platform.
Xing Tian stood quietly on the execution platform without saying a word.
Let the Illuminati monks in the audience point their fingers at him.
Not long after, Sun Simiao handed over a cup of medicine.
"Drink it. After drinking it, you will forget everything."
Sun Simiao said loudly.
"My medicinal soup dares to be called Meng Po soup. There must be a certain reason. Don't worry, this memory will be cleansed."
Then, he turned his back to everyone and lowered his voice.
"Lord Dijiang said, I can give you another chance to choose. If you don't want to, just hurt me and then you can get out of here. If you are willing, then I won't say anything more. Just drink.
Just give me this bowl of medicine."
Listening to Sun Simiao's words, Xing Tian was suddenly moved.
In the past, in the Evil Faction, people respected their strength, but once the bright card modifications on the border fell into the hands of the Evil Faction, they would definitely end up being reduced to playthings.
But after he was captured, Di Jiang not only did not humiliate himself, but gave him opportunities again and again to make his choice.
He now felt that even without this bowl of medicinal soup and this bracelet, he would willingly become Di Jiang's subordinate.
Xing Tian grinned at Sun Simiao, and then poured the bowl of medicinal soup into his mouth.
No matter how many times he watched it, Sun Simiao still found it strange.
This man's mouth is located at his belly button. Whether he is eating or drinking medicine, he looks so strange.
I don’t know how Xingtian survived after being beheaded by Lord Huangdi, but he was able to use his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth.
If it wasn't a good time for research, Sun Simiao would definitely drag Xing Tian back to his pharmacy to study it carefully.
A few breaths after drinking the medicine, Xing Tian felt dizzy and had no strength, and then he fell limply on the execution platform.