Gong Qiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The bones in his fist had been broken. He endured the pain and smiled bitterly:
"It's true that he was severely poisoned, but it's also true that I can't beat him. I always thought this Champion Marquis was just a genius. But I didn't expect him to have such great skills. I really admire him. A young hero—"
Yao Wenkui reached out and patted Gong Qiu on the shoulder. The two had fought side by side and had a very deep relationship. Now there was no need for any etiquette of seniority.
"Uncle Qiu, the Marquis of Guanjun came here this time to recruit soldiers for the imperial court. I was supposed to stay in prison until I died, but he brought the imperial edict to recruit me as a soldier. From now on, I have no choice but to follow him."
"If you also want to leave this place, now is a great opportunity. Of course, this also requires the Champion Marquis to be satisfied."
As soon as these words came out, before Gong Qiu could reply, the soldier not far away interrupted in a very unconvinced manner:
"What the hell are the palace soldiers? We don't even want to go."
"That's right. A man like that still wants us to work for him? You wish!"
Yao Wenkui suddenly turned his head, grabbed the air behind him, and with a whoosh, grabbed the talking soldier in the air.
He grabbed the other person's collar with one hand and shouted sternly:
"Who gave you permission to speak?"
"You have no respect for yourselves. If you were to serve under me and have no sense of discipline, I would break your legs—get out!"
Yao Wenkui threw the soldier's head more than ten meters away.
He seemed still not satisfied and cursed again:
"Why are you still pretending to be so noble? You were thrown into this tiankeng, digging for poison every day. Do you dare to take off your clothes to see what you look like? You don't even know when you will die."
"Is it shameful to follow the Marquis of Guanjun? At the very least, if you were to die, he would be able to send you back home for burial. Instead of digging a hole here and burying you, where even your parents and children wouldn't be able to find a place to burn incense for you."
"I hate your hypocrisy. After all these years, what are you holding on to? Will anyone rescue you? Don't you understand how this world works?"
"If you miss this opportunity, you will be stuck in the tiankeng for the rest of your life. You won't be able to leave until you die. Wake up!!"
The group of soldiers were scolded so badly that they lost all their temper. They wanted to get angry, but they seemed to have nothing to say.
Because they knew in their hearts that what Yao Wenkui said was the true situation.
They have long wanted to leave this damn place.
Gong Qiu, who was standing next to him, had an embarrassed look on his face and tightly clenched his broken hand.
He knew very well that Yao Wenkui was scolding the soldiers on the surface, but in fact, these words were meant for him.
Here, his attitude determines the attitude of these people.
The reason why he scolded those soldiers was just to give him, Uncle Qiu, some face.
Gong Qiu said, "Shao Siming, I understand..."
"It's all in the past. Shao Siming is no longer me. Just call me Xiaoye."
Gong Qiu sighed deeply and nodded:
"Okay. Let's go up and meet this champion." Give me five stars. Otherwise, this ghost will come to you tonight.
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