Invincible little uncle

Chapter 167 170. The Imprisoned Black Lotus Saintess (Fourth Change - Please Subscribe)
The fire of Nirvana Buddha once again submerged the black and strange gossamer.

But the next day, the hairspring reappeared, thicker, darker, and even a little thicker.

In the dead of night, Xia Guang reflected his right hand on the dangling candlelight, only to see the five ghost figures on the wall became clearer again.

After this, it was more than half a month.

He directly ordered Niutou to solve the matter of the White Lotus Sect.

When Niutou asked with a shy face and an honest and honest look if he had any special requirements, King Shenwu directly replied no, what should he do, and taught them a lesson.

So, three days later, a town in the north of Chang'an caught fire in the middle of the night, and the fighting continued until dawn.

Niutou's two ox horn knives were all killed, and more than 600 people were beheaded, and [-] Bailian believers were captured alive. .

Five or six hundred believers were all in the prison, without saying a word, and lowered their heads against the cold wall.

On this day, King Shenwu was resting leisurely against the tree, and his sister was sitting under the tree, gnawing on a frozen apple. windblown selvage.

In the distance, a simple and honest cow head dressed as a farmer appeared at the small path at the entrance of Bichen Lake, and shouted from a distance: "See the prince, come and ask the six hundred white lotus prisoners how to deal with them."

Xia Guang asked: "How do you think it can be handled?"

Niutou smiled stupidly: "The subordinates don't know."

King Shenwu thought for a while, "Take me to have a look."

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The jailer carried a bucket in each hand, with rice on one side and porcelain bowls on the other.

From the high platform at the entrance of the prison, he descended about seven or eight stone steps. There were ventilation holes the size of bricks and tiles at the height of each cell on both sides, and at this moment, beams of light were faintly cast.

In the dim light, all kinds of unkempt prisoners were seen, and the smell of stench, blood and so on was in the nostrils.

There were originally two to three people in each cell, but because of this Bailian believer, it was changed to a room of five or six people.

And many of these white lotus believers were seriously injured. If these injuries were not treated in time, they would fester, and even attract flies and insects to bite, buzzing and flying around, making people irritated.

Especially in summer, when the temperature is quite high, such a slight smog makes one feel like being in a pigsty, which is very painful.

The jailer cursed and yelled, "You rebels, stop arguing," while unhappily filled rice with some salted radishes, put them on the ground, put them together, and then moved them to the front of each prison with their feet.

There are three such guards, distributing food back and forth between the corridors of several rows of cells.

Whenever food was placed on the fence of the prison cell, two or three men with good energy rushed over, grabbed a portion and began to chew in big mouthfuls, while what was left for the disabled was often only a few. Much amount.

Except for a prison.

Because in that prison there was a young girl wrapped in a tattered black lotus robe, her appearance was neither beautiful nor ugly, she had some small freckles on her left cheek, her thin lips were pursed into a slit, her eyes were painful, and her chest was heaving and heaving. Suffered serious internal injuries.

"Girl, let's eat." A tall man with a short cut cut reached for the rice bowl outside the iron rod, held the bottom of the bowl, and placed it in front of the girl before going to get his own.

After all was done, the other three in the same cell dared to get up, and in a way that was "much better than other cells", they took the nearest bowl casually, without picking more or less, and then shrank to the corner far away from the girl. , each eat to fill their stomachs.

The girl stared blankly at the bowl of rice in front of her, which was just a few pieces of salty radish drooping. The blood in her abdomen and the smoky beam of light from the skylight made her lose her appetite.

However, she still took a deep breath, took the bowl of rice, grabbed the chopsticks, and ate it mouthful.

There is only one belief that supports her to live.

Master, will definitely come.

Most definitely!
The rice got into her throat, and some parts were mixed with some sour taste. The girl felt her stomach constricted, and she was about to spit it out. She hurriedly put the bowl on the ground, put her hands on the ground, and gasped for breath.

When the short-cut man saw it, he rushed to the fence, wrinkled his face and shouted anxiously: "Water, water, water!!"

clatter.
Da da
The sound of unhurried steps approached, and the cell key hanging on his waist also jingled.

The black figure walked up, bent down, filled the half gourd ladle with well water, rushed into the porcelain bowl held in the other hand, and then handed it out, "Here."

The voice is quiet and steady.

The short-cut man was shocked, and the three people behind him suddenly became quiet.

Is this jailer a rookie?
Don't you know that if you get too close to the iron railing, something will happen?
Now or never.

The man with the flat-cut head pretended to be nonchalant and went to pick up the water bowl, while the other three slowly got up as if they were shifting their positions, but they all secretly moved towards the prison door, their eyes were like watching a prey wolf, Keep an eye on the key in the man's hand.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

The man with a flat-cut head kept saying that his left hand had already touched the water bowl, but his right hand suddenly brought out a gust of wind, which caught the arm of the "new jailer". Throwing it back, a person behind quickly caught it.

And the man with a short-cut head used his right hand to pull it in with strong inner strength, and his left hand quickly stretched out to cover the jailer's mouth.

In addition, the remaining two people slowly approached each other, using their body skills, one rolled in the ground, the other stepped on the ground silently, as agile as apes, they wanted to take the key from the "jailor" waist.

The prisoner here is the Black Lotus Saintess of the White Lotus Sect, and the four people in the cell are all outstanding members of the White Lotus Sect, especially the short-haired man who has reached the level of a small master. The realm of the great master is also half a step away. If he didn't hide his identity, he would be a well-known number one figure in the world.

The three elites of the rivers and lakes are more than enough for a small new jailer who doesn't care too much.

The jailer also seemed to be stupid, and didn't make any movements, not even yelling in panic.

A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the man with a flat cut, but the next moment, the look of joy froze.

He just felt like he was pulling a mountain.

As a result of such force, instead of pulling the mountain to his side, he flew out by himself, smashing heavily on the iron railing, dizzy.

The "new jailer" stood still, looking down at him, neither surprised nor pleased.

The other two masters had just reached out, touched the key on the waist of the "new jailer", screamed, and then flew out.

But the hand has already exploded into a blood mist.

Crouching on the ground, the pain struck and howled.

"What sorcery did you use?"

It was hard for the man with the cut head to imagine. He raised his head and looked at the "new jailer". He could vaguely recognize it as a young man with loose black hair, wrapped in a golden robe, and a little beard. This man's face was so familiar.

In an instant, a certain memory made his body tremble, because he had seen this face many times in the church, and each time it was accompanied by words such as warning, reminder, staying away, and not being an enemy.

As soon as his legs went limp, the man fell to his knees and growled in a low voice, "King Shenwu!"
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Today I saw a little bamboo rat suffering from heatstroke, and I think heatstroke is so cute, so why not go to the riverside and add another chapter (actually there is a recommendation, please subscribe please subscribe)

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