Xue Qi sighed when he saw Qiankun like this, pointed to the food in front of Qiankun, and said softly: "Eat."
After being locked up here for so long, Qiankun's stomach had long been hungry. Now that he heard something delicious, he immediately picked up the chopsticks, threw his arms and started eating, and filled his mouth with voraciousness.
Qiankun kept chewing in his mouth, enjoying the satisfaction of having a feast, swallowing it happily, and then continued to bury his head in the bowl and pick it up.
Seeing this, Xueqiu smiled and shook his head. Seeing Qiankun's eating behavior, he must have been hungry for a long time. During these days, he didn't know what Qiankun was doing.
After Qiankun finished eating, he licked the bottom of the bowl with his tongue, loosened the belt that was strangled on his stomach, let out a breath of pleasure, and leaned against the wall.
Xue Qi felt that it was almost done, so he looked at Qiankun and asked, "Why do you have to do this?"
Qiankun was stunned, then smiled and replied: "Will you believe what I said?"
Xue Qi just looked straight at Qiankun without saying much. Qiankun nodded, "Okay, I'll say."
"If Kong Douxuan and the others were not rescued, Mu Shanhai would sooner or later kill them, and then rule Jiange to a more terrifying appearance than the king." Qiankun said this, his eyes became extremely sharp, and his face was heavy and serious.
Blood-cut pupils were shaking. He didn't believe Qiankun's words. As soon as he approached Qiankun, he was about to refute. Qiankun raised his hand to interrupt him.
"I know, you can't accept what I say now, but you are the closest person around him. If you experience it yourself, can you see him through?" Qiankun's brows were clumping and asked a question about his soul to Xue Qi.
After hearing Qiankun's words, Xue Qi gradually calmed down. He recalled that Mu Shanhai's recent behavior was so abnormal, no longer looking for him from time to time as before. If the elder's affairs were too busy, they would not change so quickly. How could Xue Qi not realize it? Mu Shanhai deliberately avoided him, and even some things would be kept in the dark.
Xue Qi raised his head, and the gloomy color between his eyes disappeared a lot, Qian Kun continued to say: "The rule of the royal capital is an invisible fear. He may pursue you for some things, and even force you to the ends of the world to destroy your body. I don't know if I am like this now, but Wang Wenjun's attitude also made me feel that I have been targeted by the royal capital."
"But no matter how domineering the rule of the royal capital is, there will be a vacuum period that cannot be extended by the demon claws, such as some forbidden places and untapped remote areas; but once Mu Shanhai really eliminates dissidents, there will be no voices of opposition to them. Do you think he may let even one person escape with such a small Jiange?"
"After rule, there will be no dead ends. This is tangible pressure, always pressing on the hearts of the people in Jiange. Blood is cut off. I ask you now, you are the most comfortable person in Jiange. There is no intrigue and factional dispute, and there will be no pain of joining the siblings in person. But are you happy?"
After this call, Xue Qi completely fell into deep thought. What Qiankun said was not without reason, but how could it be possible if he wanted to break the beliefs and cognitions he had accumulated over the years? Xue Qi understood, but he could not accept them in the end.
Since Mu Shanhai is really as bad as they said, why did he care so much for himself, and why did he save himself without hesitation... It was him who pulled me out of the endless abyss, swept away my inferiority complex, and taught me how to be a human being, deal with things, and practice swordsmanship. These are all Mu Shanhai, but the person they mentioned is also Mu Shanhai. Which one should I believe?
Perhaps, only if he experiences it personally can he completely believe in the universe.
Xue Qi didn't blame Qiankun, but he was a little hurt. What he could do now was probably to release Qiankun.
If the universe is handed over to someone else's hands, what will it become? Blood Cut is the least to see. They should be a pair of confidants, but the least to be enemies.
So Xueqi began to search for the entire dungeon, and finally found the matching key and opened the prison door of Qiankun.
Qiankun was a little confused, but his expression was still very happy. He scratched his head and grinned: "Did you figure it out?"
Xue Che shook his head. Qiankun looked at Xue Che's melancholy expression, and knew that he could not figure it out for a moment. He sighed deeply and did not force it. But he let himself go, and he felt sorry for it.
He has gone out, but how should he hand in the job?
"and you?"
"I just want you to leave this place of failure, leave Jiange and Muzhou as soon as possible, and stop paying attention to the matter here. Now our camps are opposite each other, and I don't want to be enemies with you..." Xue Qi's eyes were overshadowed, and he lowered his head and felt sad. This was the only decision he could make.
Qiankun felt quite guilty. He shouldn't have said so much, and even talked to him so much. Perhaps letting him know about this in advance was a disadvantage, but Qiankun felt that as a disciple of Jiange, he had the right to know this.
As for Xue Qi caring so much about himself, Qiankun was also very pleased. Of course, Qiankun would not leave, but at this time, the most important thing is to stabilize his emotions.
"Okay! Blood cut, my good brother, be more energetic!"
Qiankun stretched out his hand, patted the blood-cut shoulder, and smiled brightly.
Xue Qi raised his head and looked at Qiankun's smile and was stunned. In his memory, no one except Mu Shanhai had ever smiled so brightly at him, as if he had magical power, completely sweeping away the darkness shrouded by Xue Qi.
The bloody state of mind suddenly calmed down a lot, and she smiled relievedly, and her heart returned to her peaceful and free state of the past.
"Take care of yourself!"
Xueqi hugged his fists tightly and made his final farewell to Qiankun.
"Take care of yourself!"
The same is true for Qiankun, who returned this hope of loyalty to Xueqi.
Blood Cut wrapped several layers of clothes outside Qiankun, put on a thick hat, covering his entire appearance, and the two left the dungeon.
Xue Qi was walking out with Qiankun. Just as he was about to leave the Sword Pavilion, he happened to meet Chen Shanzai. Chen Shanzai was a little surprised to see this scene and stepped forward to stop the two of them.
"Junior Brother Blood, where are you going? Who is the person next to you?"
Faced with Chen Shanzai's interrogation, Xue Ji responded calmly and calmly: "Oh, Senior Brother Chen. It's not that the weather is too cold these days. Junior Brother has been suffering from wind and cold. We are going to find some spare medicinal materials on the Zheyun Peak to boil medicine for him to remove the cold."
Seeing this, Qiankun also sank his throat, coughed a few times, making hoarse and dry sounds.