论如何错误地套路一个魔教教主 / The Wrong Way to a Demon Sect Leader by 一只大雁 (Yi Zhī Dàyàn)

Chapter 69

Zhao Jiangui is dragged down the path by those two guards, he doesn't at all know what it was Wen Zhanglao actually forced him to take. At this moment, he only understands that his internal breathing is erratic, just a little movement causing acute pain in his core. He doesn't have even a bit strength to resist.

They toss him into the dungeon. Seeming to worry that medicine will lose effectiveness, they also fetch rope, tie him up, and leave him like this.

Xiao Lin was imprisoned earlier, his condition isn't as good as Zhao Jiangui's at all. Zhao Jiangui sees the corners of his mouth are bruised, appearing to have been beaten. He sees Zhao Jiangui tossed in, hastily runs up to him, and helps him up, face wailing like he's at a funeral. He opens his mouth to say, "Zhao Daxia, it was me who implicated you."

Zhao Jiangui almost doesn't even have the breath to speak.

Xiao Lin looks like he seemingly is already going to cry, "If not for my excessive carelessness, Jiaozhu indeed wouldn't have realized I gave word to the Alliance."

Zhao Jiangui however still feels somewhat uneasy.

He always thought Ji Han long ago realized this matter, but planning is just planning, and instead they took advantage, that's all.

He thinks as such, suddenly feeling emptiness and desolation in his heart, actually pressing down with a feeling of being continuously distressed.

Xiao Lin says, "Zhao Daxia, what would be best for us to do now."

No speech comes out from Zhao Jiangui.

His mind is in absolute chaos, he naturally doesn't have the least idea either.

A moment passes, there's a noise outside. Zhao Jiangui lifts his eyes to look towards the outside, and Ji Han comes in, bringing Wen Zhanglao and Wei Qi with him.

His heart trembles. He actually doesn't know what to say to Ji Han.

Ji Han gazes at him with an icy cold expression. Wen Zhanglao scrambles to open his mouth to speak first, casting a sidelong glance at Zhao Jiangui, speaking with Ji Han, "Jiaozhu, it's time."

Ji Han says, "Wait."

He orders people to open the prison cell, taking a step forward, standing before Zhao Jiangu, and gazing down at him.

"Zhao Jiangui, you thought my swordsmanship inferior to yours." Ji Han says haughtily, "You say my technique is completely without defense, but you don't know, offense is the best defense."

Zhao Jiangui is dazed, recalls that day he said this to Ji Han.

Did Ji Han really already know at that time that he was tricking him?

Ji Han extends a hand out to touch the sword at his waist.

Wen Zhanglao inevitably reveals the pleasure on his face.

Yan Buhuo worried Ji Han wouldn't make a move, and so had him come to watch Ji Han, not thinking Ji Han to be this resolute and straightforward, however much they had wanted it.

Ji Han has pulled out this sword.

The sword glare flashes, a strand of loose hair sliced from in front of Zhao Jiangui's forehead falls to the ground, and Ji Han has already returned the sword to its sheath.

"My sword isn't at all slower than yours."

He speaks softly.

Zhao Jiangui stares fixedly at his face, not half a sentence coming.

He just then barely hadn't avoided the strike. It's because his acupoints have been sealed, and he's also been fed poison. But if he was free as usual, could he have avoided the strike? He thinks it and lets it go, feeling he has thirty percent certainty at most, and Ji Han has injuries that haven't yet healed. This strike really isn't his full strength...