Chapter 1861 Just accept your fate!
So he opened the iron fence and dragged Tong Sinian up.
Tong Sinian was completely unconscious and was barely breathing. After being dragged up by him, he fell on the cold ground. Heavy snow fell on him, but he seemed to no longer feel the cold.
Wu Lun gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for you guys causing trouble, we wouldn't be defeated."
“…”
"When I get out alive, I will definitely--"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind the dark mountain wall: "Brother, why do you have to embarrass such a seriously injured person?"
“……!”
Upon hearing the voice, Wu Lun's whole body trembled, as if he was pricked by a needle. He turned around suddenly and saw a familiar silhouette slowly walking out of the night.
It was none other than Ji Sanding, who had inexplicably disappeared in the previous battle in the canyon.
At this moment, he walked over slowly with his knife in one hand.
The firelight in the distance reflected his clear outline, and his eyes, which showed a complicated light. When he looked at Wu Lun, he showed a lot of struggle and hesitation. When he looked at Tong Sinian who was unconscious in the dungeon, his expression seemed even heavier.
If he had not just withdrawn from the battle circle and followed Wulun quietly all the way here, I am afraid that even if the court turned the hot moon over, they would not be able to find Tong Sinian.
He said, "Brother, let him go."
"Ji-san-stop!"
Wu Lun bit out his name through his teeth, almost wanting to tear him to pieces.
He said bitterly, "As expected, you have a rebellious heart!"
“…”
"You really did betray us!"
Ji Santing was silent for a moment before he said, "I originally wanted to leave Thermidor and say goodbye. That way, we would be even. But big brother, you guys just won't let me go."
“…”
"Not only will you not let me go, you're also going to drag Xue Ling down with you."
“…”
"Having come to this point, I, too, have no choice."
"No choice?"
After repeating these four words, Uren laughed wildly.
After laughing, he suddenly pointed at Ji Santing, his eyes red: "Don't forget, when the Xue family wanted to kill you, we took you in, but now you are repaying kindness with hatred!"
Hearing this, Ji Santing was silent for a moment.
No matter how righteous what he did was, he still felt guilty when facing Uren.
What he did today cannot be called heroic.
Thinking of this, Ji Santing gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I know I'm sorry for you, but it's only a matter of time before you lose like today."
“…”
"The Emperor of Yan Nation wants to open the northwest gate to trade with the Western Regions. They can't just ignore you plundering the passing caravans. When I first wanted to leave Thermidor, I told you very clearly that you can't continue on this road forever, otherwise—"
"shit!"
Wu Lun waved his hand, gritted his teeth and looked at him, saying: "I only ask you now, are you going to force me?"
Ji Santing was silent for a moment, then said, "Just now, I didn't join the people from the Duwei Mansion in that canyon, because I still had some room to maneuver."
“…”
"Brother, you—you go."
Having said this, he lowered his head and moved aside to make way.
Wu Lun grinned, but said, "I am leaving, but not this way."
“…”
"I must take this person away. He is my amulet."
As he spoke, he pointed at Tong Sinian lying on the ground.
Ji Santing's expression changed, and he immediately said, "No!"
"What?"
"He's already been hurt so badly by you. If you insist on dragging him out, you're going to kill him."
"What does it have to do with you to take his life?"
Wu Lun's face darkened as he asked, "Do you really want me to die for a stranger?"
Ji Santing was silent for a moment, then said, "Brother, if you escape alone, they won't be able to catch you. But if you insist on taking this person with you—he is the brother of the Yan Kingdom's concubine. If you insist on taking him with you, I'm afraid that even if the entire Yan Kingdom digs deep underground, they will definitely find you."
“…”
"By that time, he will no longer be your amulet, but your death talisman!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Wu Lun waved his hand and said fiercely: "What does his life or death have to do with you? I'm afraid—"
Having said that, he turned around and glanced at Tong Sinian, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and sneered, "He is also your amulet, right?"
These words made Ji Santing's breath sink.
He didn't say anything.
Wu Lun laughed grimly and said, "You can only save his life if you save him, right?"
Ji Santing was silent for a while before he said, "If I save him, I might be able to save my life in front of the Emperor of Yan."
"really."
Wu Lun said: "If that's the case, then why should I let you live instead of me?"
Ji Santing said, "If I live, I will let him live too. But if you live, you will let him die."
“…”
"Such a person,"
As he spoke, he looked at Tong Sinian lying on the ground, especially seeing his bloody and horrifically severed wrist, and said, "I respect such a hero, and I hope he can survive."
Murderous intent suddenly flashed in Wu Lun's eyes.
He said, "Then it depends on whether you can survive my knife!"
After saying that, he raised his sword and rushed towards Ji Santing.
Although Ji Santing was talking to him, he did not relax. Seeing Wulun pouncing on him like a hungry tiger, he dodged his sharp blade. But Wulun did not give up. He waved the big knife in his hand and slashed it several times, aiming at his vital points.
Ji Santing could only but seemed unable to bear to do it.
Just keep dodging.
The big knife in Wu Lun's hand was made of refined iron from the Western Regions. It shone with cold light and was extremely hard. Every time the knife chopped the air, it hit the cold and hard rock next to it, sparking sparks and sending broken stones flying in the air, hitting their faces, causing both pain and coldness.
Ji Santing continued to dodge.
Knowing that he didn't dare to confront him head-on, Wu Lun became more and more arrogant, forcing him into a dead end, and chopped at him with the big knife in his hand.
Ji San had nowhere to retreat and could only block his attack with his sword.
The two knives collided in the air, sparks flying.
Wu Lun kept exerting force with his hands to push the big knife down. Although Ji Santing was more agile than Wu Lun, he was no match for him in terms of strength.
At this moment, the blades of the two knives collided, making a harsh sound. He was pressed down little by little by Ulun, and his back hit the cold mountain wall directly.
The chill made him shiver.
As soon as he loosened his grip, Ulen's blade was already at his neck. Just a little more distance would have cut his throat!
Ji Santing's eyes were red.
Wu Lun laughed wildly: "Hahaha, just accept your fate!"
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