In the past, he was often awakened by severe pain, but at this moment, he suddenly couldn't stand the pain.

He doesn't have to look at himself, he knows what kind of situation he looks like now.

His left thigh was almost cut, and all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds began to fall from his waist and abdomen.

The wound on his waist was scratched and told him to sit up and check his injuries.

However, it's good not to see it.

He loves beauty and is seriously injured, and he is unwilling to hurt his heart again.

Now, the most dynamic thing on his body is pain. He shook his head and tail, and drilled into his bones like an ant, actively and greedily tearing his five internal organs.

“Uh…ah…”

He moaned clearly for the first time.

The voice was very light and very fine, but it was particularly painful. Feng Rugu felt wronged for himself.

It was at this moment that Feng Rugu suddenly wanted to die.

He doesn't care about anything anymore, he is so happy in the sky and under the earth.

If a person wants to die, there are too many ways.

Feng Rugu chose the iron chain.

His hands are now very bad, and the iron chain has become a king's house. Taiyang, he can only pull the chain like a foolish man, and wrap it around his neck.

After discovering that this was a useless task, Feng Rugu kicked his right leg and carried himself to the death with difficulty.

Who would have thought that after climbing halfway, his foot was caught from behind.

Feng Rugu stopped and looked back and saw silent black shadows.

The sound of the chains was quite loud, and he woke up most of the people in the cage.

After they figured out what Feng Rugu was going to do, they gathered together and worked together to stop Feng Rugu.

"Let go." His voice was weak, "Let go, please."

Now he is not as strong as anyone in prison, even the youngest disciple, can easily suppress his hands and feet.

The person who caught him did not even dare to answer his words, looked around and looked at himself ashamed to find a reason: "Didn't he say he doesn't want to die?"

Someone immediately agreed: "Yes, Feng Daojun doesn't want to die."

“…I was confused for a moment.”

"Yeah, I'm confused for a moment."

They pretended to be confused and pretended to be kind, and pulled Feng Ruyuan away from the brink of liberation.

As long as Feng Rugu died, they would lose their last shield.

Feng Rugu lay on the cold ground, his shiny black eyes rolling back and forth, looking at the young, dirty and confused faces in the prison with his heart.

Their acting skills are very unwise. Those who come here pretend to be concerned, but those who fail to come here pretend to be asleep with their heads on their backs. Only those who are seriously injured are lying on their backs, breathing out in one mouthful.

Feng Rugu scanned a person and his eyes stopped moving.

At some point, Jing Sanchai woke up from serious injuries.

Feng Rugu didn't know if he saw the whole process of seeking death.

He stared at the blood-stained Feng Rugu, his eyes as if there was a cluster of fire burning.

Feng Rugu's heart was pinched by one hand, he withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh of relief: "You all go. I'm not dead."

But because of his attempt to seek death just now, these words really could not win the trust of everyone.

Someone suggested, "You all go to bed, I'll see him."

"...It's better to take turns. If you fall asleep..."

Soon, they reached a consensus.

Tonight, there will be five people taking turns to guard Feng Ruyuan, and there will be tomorrow.

The first disciple who was in charge of guarding him was so ashamed that he did not dare to touch his sight. He said with a silence: "Mr. Feng Daojun, you are in a state of confusion now and have no consciousness. Everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Feng Rugu was too lazy to see them again.

He would rather blind himself.

He could hear it just by listening to the sound. This man wanted to give Feng Rugu a happy person on the day of his imprisonment.

Now, he knelt beside Feng Rugu, pressing his intact hand, and his palm was covered with a smooth and cold sweat.

He tried hard to make a smile, but he smiled like a living ghost.

Everyone knows that what they are doing at this moment is not human affairs, and that little shame is enough to make anyone with a little backbone kill him.

But they are still alive.

"I'm not dead." Feng Rugu murmured, "I'm dead, I'm afraid I can't remember you."

Those who were awake and those who were not sleeping were all terrified by his words.

The disciple who just held his feet could not stand this depressing atmosphere and said, "Feng Daojun, we are really doing our best for your own good. You can endure it for a while and endure the pain of this moment. Tomorrow and the next day will be better. At that time, you may thank us."

Feng Rugu laughed bitterly: "Thank you...?I?I thank you?"

The sound was like a ghost crying.

Someone pulled the disciple and signaled him not to speak.

The disciple stopped talking, but his expression was a little angry.

It was obvious that Feng Rugu said he didn't want to die!

If he dies, what will happen to them, a hundred or so people?

How can you be so selfish?

Feng Rugu no longer talked to anyone. He looked at the white-weeked cap, looked at the palm-sized spider webs that were being created in the corner, and said to himself: "...I will live, live for ten thousand years, travel around the world, look at Wu Gorge, look at the fallen flowers, beat dates, and swings. You can't go anywhere. Even if you live, you will die here."

The next day, Dingyou is here again.

He no longer has much patience. In his opinion, Feng Rugu is simply the madman who cuts flesh and feeds eagles in Buddhist scriptures.

Dingyou, who was fed as a beast, couldn't wait to see his collapse. He wanted to cut him into pieces a hundred knives a day, but because he had made an appointment with him in advance, he had to maintain that little decent in front of these prisoners.

Dingyou pointed out three people as usual.

One of them was the disciple who advised Feng Ruyuan to thank them last night.

He lowered his head, shrank his neck, and waited inertially for Feng Ruyuan's kindness.

But this time, the person led by the chain stopped when he passed by.

He said: "I only received two blows today."

Ding You raised his eyebrows with interest: "Oh?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the disciple who was generous to others and said, "I will not save him."

Everyone present was stunned.

The named disciple felt his heart and soul frozen until he was pulled out by someone's arms. He woke up like a dream, and pulled his neck like a pheasant and cried out with a mourn: "Feng Daojun! Daojun, please help me! Daojun, you must not save me if you die--"

"You said it very well last night, and I don't need me to save you. Let's wait for you tomorrow and you will come to rescue you tomorrow." Feng Rugu jumped out step by step, feeling that every time he jumped, his whole body was torn apart inch from the middle, "I'm sorry, Feng Er will not be with you."

With a crowd of panicked eyes, he funnyly jumped out of the cell with one leg to suffer his current difficulties.

In comparison, the disciple who was dragged out with a ghost crying and howling was a hundred times more tragic than him.

When he was killed twice and returned to prison, the disciple's screams were still tormenting the ears of others.

The disciples in the prison did not say a word, but only dared to stare at him quietly.

The eyes were mixed with pleasing, fear, respect, and a little resentment and condemnation that they dared not show their expression.

It seemed like they realized for the first time that this person could not save them and wait for them to die.

Many people dare not speak, but they can't help but wonder, why can Feng Rugu be so cold-blooded?

After all, a piece of meat can save a life.

Feng Rugu ignored him, stepped on the flower path that he was flowing in his own blood, and held a faint smile on his lips.

He knew clearly that he was always alone in this snowy and cold winter night.

And people's hearts are far cooler than wind and snow.

Since that's the case, it's better to follow everything and be happy.

Two days later, at midnight.

Feng Rugu suffered from familiar pain and woke up. The moth on the oil lamp in front of him came and left. The flames became dim and bright, just like his vague and ethereal consciousness.

While asleep, he suddenly felt oppressed in his throat, as if a pair of cold and impermanent hands were pressed against his neck, trying to take his life away.

At first he thought he had a nightmare again, after all, no matter who seeks life impermanence, he will not be so weak.
To be continued...