imperial psychologist

Chapter 740 You Are Free
"Youth is grateful, and the day will show it..."

(Spring comes at the change of seasons, the sun shines bright

"The spirit of spring is vigorous, and everything is in a hurry..."

(The breath of spring is so vigorous, everything grows rapidly
"Walking in the dark, the soul can't escape..."

(Yin Yin and residual ice are floating all over the place, and there is no place for the soul to escape

"The soul returns! There is no distance, only..."

(Come back, ghost, don't go far away
"The soul is coming back! There is no east, no west, no south...no north."

(Come back, ghost, don't go east, don't go west, don't go south, or north...

In the dim tent, Bai Ling sang "Ultimate Move" in a low voice in the dark.

Although the body is still weak and limp, without any strength, the consciousness in his mind is clearer than ever before.

She sang, looking at the light leaking from the gap in the tent, they cut the shadows in the room like knives, the sun gradually rose, and the shadows gradually shortened.

Suddenly a shadow blocked the light - Lan Zhijun opened the tent and stepped in.

He walked up to Bai Ling in a few steps, leaned over and frowned, "What's your plan?"

"Why do you ask everything?" Bai Ling looked at him and said with a smile, "Could it be that if you ask, I will tell you clearly?"

Lan Zhijun didn't realize the familiarity of these words, he said coldly, "Full Moon Angelica... February [-]th has already passed, what else can I say?"

"The moon is sixteen round on the fifteenth day." Bai Ling replied with a smile, "Who said I have to do bad things on February fifteenth?"

Lan Zhijun's eyes became cold again, Bai Ling was completely fearless, and met his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

Lan Zhijun pondered for a while, "...it's noon."

"That can indeed tell you." Bo Ling said softly, "They should have just left the banks of the Lure right now."

"They? Who?"

"Deer hunters," Bai Ling looked up, "Have you heard of their names, Lan Zhijun?"

"The Hesta people who are active in Zhoudi?"

Burling nodded.

"Impossible." Lan Zhijun said coldly, "We have sent additional troops to the camp on the banks of the Lure River, not to mention a small group of Hestas, even if the Zhou people came with regular troops, it is impossible to At this moment and a half to hit..."

"Why do you always feel that we are here for Aguili?" Bai Ling tilted his head.

Lan Zhijun narrowed her eyes, "Aside from Aguili and me, who else is worth attacking here?"

"Yes, of course." Bo Ling said softly.

The fire in the house had already been extinguished, and the tent was so cold that it was freezing. Bai Ling sighed silently, and a cloud of white mist rose in front of her.

Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling quietly.

"There are... more than 400 survivors of Da Zhou, and those Hesta people scattered in the Aguili camp... Your guards have never regarded them as objects worthy of care." Bo Ling raised his head Looking at Lan Zhijun, "Did you never treat them as human beings? Did you never think that someone would...will take risks for these people?"

Before Bai Ling finished speaking, Lan Zhijun had already tightly grabbed her neck.

"Really?" Lan Zhijun approached, "What about you? How do they want to save you?"

Bai Ling was almost out of breath for a while, and wanted to speak, but coughed a series of times. When Lan Zhijun let go of her hand slightly, she fell to the side with some strength, her hands tightly covering the place where she was pinched just now.

She looked sideways at Lan Zhijun and said with a smile, "...Why did they come to save me?"

"Your father, your elder brother," Lan Zhijun said condescendingly, and grabbed Bai Ling's collar again, "They are all waiting for you in Zhoudi, why are you looking for death for nothing?"

Bai Ling laughed, and laughed even harder.

"Didn't expect it? I really... gave up a long time ago."

Lan Zhijun let go of her hand, and Bai Ling fell heavily to the ground.

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" He whispered, "You just want to tell me that you are no longer worth as a bait—"

"This plan was gambled with my life from the very beginning, and I never thought of getting out." Bai Ling said softly, "Do you still remember...the first time I flattered you?"

"You didn't do anything during that time!" Lan Zhijun interrupted him, "My secret whistle has been watching you, there is no way you have any—"

When Lan Zhijun said this, she shuddered slightly.

"Yes," Bai Ling said softly, "the deer hunter told me that in Aquili's camp, there is only the secret whistle next to you, and he is not sure to avoid it... However, no matter how powerful a person is, he only has a pair of Eyes, a pair of hands, a pair of feet..."

"What did you do?"

"I do not know."

"Say." Lan Zhijun grabbed Bo Ling's hair.

Bai Ling laughed, with a bit of frankness and frankness in her smile, "I... really don't know. In order to avoid the plan being exposed, the deer hunter didn't tell me the whole plan at all... I just need to be there A secret whistle that has firmly attracted you for a while is enough.

"But you can rest assured that the deer hunters have no intention of killing you and Aguili this time. Just bringing so many civilians south will be enough for them to be in a hurry..."

Lan Zhijun frowned, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"Why not?" Bai Lingwen said softly, "You can still go to the capital to receive rewards, but you just lost hundreds of slaves, will Aguili really care?"

Looking at Bai Ling's calm eyes at the moment, Lan Zhijun's breathing also gradually calmed down.

This kind of Bailing became lifeless again, and the aura that had suddenly appeared earlier suddenly dissipated.

——Perhaps they had dispersed long ago, what was in front of his eyes was always a walking corpse.

This feeling, as if the opponent who has always been evenly matched suddenly showed his cards, and it turned out that she was already at the end of her battle.

The kind of game-like joy also disappeared.

This made Lan Zhijun feel a little queasy for no reason.

"Why did you do this?" Lan Zhijun raised Bai Ling's face, "What good does it do you?"

"I've had enough of the suffering in the world." Bo Ling replied with his head raised, "I want to wait in the sky."

He breathed out a breath of cold air soundlessly, and after a moment of silence, he pulled out his short knife and gently cut the ropes on Bo Ling's hands and feet.

Bai Ling watched him do this with some puzzlement. After untying her hands and feet, she gently turned her wrist, clenched her five fingers, and then loosened them. This feeling of free movement was both strange and familiar.

"stand up."

Lan Zhijun stretched out his hand, and Bai Ling took it with some hesitation, and slowly stood up.

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, then at the door of the tent, she raised her foot, and stumbled towards the gap of the light.

In the silence, Lan Zhijun did not make any obstructions, nor looked at her.

But after only a few steps, Lan Zhijun gently hugged her from behind, and the dagger that cut the rope followed the embrace, and went straight into Bai Ling's body.

"you're free."

(End of this chapter)