At first glance, I saw Chen Kuang leaning against the railing with his hand stretched out.
"Hey, blind man, what are you doing?"
Li Erhuang scolded.
Chen Kuang said: "Sir, my bowl accidentally fell and it seems to have rolled into this cell."
Li Erhuang walked closer and saw a bowl in the corner.
He picked it up unhappily and said:
"It's fallen, so why make such a fuss? Just put your hand back!"
Chen Kuang grabbed the railing with one hand and said:
"Sir, I have a favor to ask..."
"Get lost, stop talking nonsense!"
Li Erhuang didn't buy it. He had seen too many fools punished for trying to gain small advantages, but he was not one of them.
Otherwise, how could he become the sergeant?
He asked his colleagues to clean the opposite side, but when he turned around, he found that Chen Kuang was still clinging to the railing.
What's wrong with this blind man? He was so timid before.
Li Erhuang frowned and suddenly found that the railing seemed a little uneven.
He walked forward suspiciously, but met Chen Kuang's gaze.
Li Erhuang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had looked into the eyes of Chen Kuang yesterday, and he reacted instantly.
That's not an illusion!
Li Erhuang felt as if he was about to discover a huge secret, and his whole body shuddered.
He said firmly, "You're not blind! Let go of your hands. What are you hiding?!"
His tone was fierce, but his voice was low, as he was afraid that his colleagues would take away the credit.
In just two sentences, Chen Kuang had already erased the text under the pretext of covering it up.
He was thinking about how to fool people again.
My senses, which were slightly enhanced due to the abundance of spiritual energy, suddenly felt a hint of cold air coming from outside.
Cold, pitch black, with a sharp smell of blood and a chilling feeling of oppression.
Like... a sharp knife.
"Maybe... you won't have the chance to complain."
Chen Kuang murmured softly.
Li Erhuang: "What?"
Chen Kuang grabbed him and said, "Sir! I promise that everything I said is true! That Le Zheng really has a box in his hand, and there is a pill in it!"
"laugh--"
In an instant, Li Erhuang's confused head fell off his shoulders.
Chen Kuang closed his eyes, and in the darkness, blood splattered on his face.
For a moment, he seemed to be back in the palace, with his colleagues' limbs scattered everywhere and a fishy and hot smell filling his nostrils.
He trembled slightly with fear, but because he could not see, he could not even run away.
Since his acting is not good, let memory take over.
"Sir? Sir, what's wrong with you?"
The musician's voice trembled with his eyes closed.
The black-armored guard put away his sword, reached out his hand, grabbed his outstretched arm, and silently observed and examined his expression.
After a while.
"Let's go, the general wants to ask you something."
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