133 His pupils trembled violently, and he fell down on the cold roof, shaking his head.
"No...No, don't destroy my martial arts."
"Master, please spare my life. I am willing to follow you. Please give me another chance."
As he spoke, 133 scraped his bloody knees against the ground, crawled to Lin Yiran's feet, raised his head and cried,
"Master, please, give me another chance."
"I swear, if I betray my master again, I will die a miserable death."
"No, Master, please don't..."
If his martial arts skills were ruined, wouldn't he just become an ordinary kid? How could he then develop his subordinates and dominate a region?
No, absolutely not.
He can't be under someone else's command for long; he wants to be the boss.
Without his martial arts skills, who would obey him?
Those who were fooled by him and escaped with him must have been pinned to the ground and rubbed.
No, no, no, you can't.
His martial arts skills must not be lost.
This was the result of six years of hard practice day and night. Only he knew how much suffering he had endured, how many people he had killed, and how many times he had escaped death.
Seeing this, the other children also cried and knelt down to Lin Yiran, expressing their loyalty and swearing oaths, and were extremely scared.
If you lose your martial arts skills, you will just be an ordinary person.
That doesn't mean anyone can bully them. That's not possible.
173 looked at Lin Yiran in surprise.
He didn't expect that the master would spare these people's lives.
It seems that the owner is still very kind.
They just lost their martial arts skills, but they are still healthy and have the freedom they want.
There are so many houses where the death warriors live on the mountain. They are fully equipped with pots and pans, food, fodder and clothes, enough for them to survive the winter.
According to past practice, the imperial city lord's family's death squads would come to the base in May every year to select people and bring them back to the capital.
So they are safe until May.
This period of time is enough for them to plan their future path well.
173 slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
The master did not kill 133 and others who betrayed her once, so she certainly would not kill those who followed her.
At least they won't have to live a life worse than death like before.
Lin Yiran lowered her eyes and looked at the children who were crying breathlessly, with a sneer on her lips.
"If you don't want to, then die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the children's crying disappeared instantly.
133's face was covered with tears. He looked up at Lin Yiran in a daze. His two lips, which were frozen deep purple, were trembling constantly.
He didn't want to die, nor did he want his martial arts skills to be crippled.
Just then, rustling footsteps suddenly came from the mountain road.
Lin Yiran raised her eyelids and looked over. It was Lin Changshou who had returned after cleaning up the poisonous creatures on the mountain.
In his hands, he was holding a pile of clothes that he had found in the houses of the assassins, thinking of giving them to these naked children to wear.
The children also turned around and looked up the mountain. There was a group of people on the top of the mountain rushing down to the foot of the mountain.
133 was immediately anxious upon seeing this.
Now that these people have arrived, he doesn't have much time left.
What should he do to make that dead woman let him go?
133's eyeballs swayed back and forth, almost popping out of their sockets.
Lin Yiran withdrew her gaze, listened to 133's obviously accelerated heartbeat, and slightly pulled the corners of her lips.
This child...
Lin Yiran raised her hand and touched 133's head first.
Feeling the pressure above his head, 133's shaking eyes suddenly stopped and he looked up at Lin Yiran stiffly.
The big tears in her eyes rolled down instantly, and she begged, "No...don't..."
Lin Yiran was not moved at all. She poured her internal energy directly into 133's body, quickly destroying his martial arts.
As the other children looked at 133 in shock, with his expression twisted and smoke coming out of his head and screaming, a hand was also pressed on their heads.
When their martial arts were crippled, they realized that it was not that painful. They just felt their strength draining away and their bodies felt colder.
The reason why 133 was in so much pain was that he didn't want to accept the fact that his martial arts skills had been crippled.
173 and the others looked at 133's twisted and howling appearance, and their faces turned pale with fear.
This moment was deeply imprinted in their minds. In the days that followed, whenever they had the opportunity to escape, they immediately suppressed the thought.
Even if they become disabled, they would rather follow their masters to roam the world.
When Lin Changshou hurried to Lin Yiran's side, he saw several naked children lying on the ground, crying bitterly and shivering with cold.
He looked doubtfully at the children who were wearing clothes, then at the children who were naked, pursed his lips, and looked at Lin Yiran.
"Return to the ancestors, all the poisonous creatures on the mountain have been cleared away."
Everything that could be burned was burned, and everything that could not be burned was buried.
He even led people to search the front mountain where the death warriors lived carefully.
I’m afraid that some poisonous substances might be left behind and taken away by uninformed people who go up the mountain, causing harm to the area.
"Well done." Lin Yiran nodded. "Let's change the itinerary and clear the route to the Imperial City first."
Lin Changshou was delighted and quickly responded, "Yes."
Lin Yiran glanced at the barefoot 173 people,
"Let's go, follow closely."
Lin Changshou noticed Lin Yiran's gaze and quickly threw the shoes of all sizes he had found in front of the 173 people.
"Try these shoes on. Wear the ones that fit you best."
"There are also clothes. These should be worn by children your age. They are all new. Please change into them."
Lin Changshou placed the clothes he had found in front of the 173 people and let them choose and put on themselves.
These are the clothes for the death warriors with the Wu Ma family logo, giving them clothes to wear will make it easier for them to move later.
These clothes should be prepared for the children selected by the people of the imperial city.
There were quite a lot of clothes, three full boxes. He took out more than ten sets, enough for the children to wear.
"Thank you." 173 thanked him, and under 133's resentful gaze, he chose a set of clothes and put them on in no time.
The shoe sizes are pretty similar and they all fit pretty well.
The children from the Death Soldier Base were all around 12 years old when they were taken away, so their clothes were prepared according to the height of their age, and naturally they all fit them well.
By the time all the children in 173 had changed their clothes and shoes, Lin Yiran had already walked more than ten meters away.
Lin Changshou urged, "Hurry up and catch up."
He was excited just thinking about his ancestor going on a mission with them.
I thought I would be separated from my ancestors for half a year.
Hey~
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad, and still blamed himself for not being capable enough.
It's a failure that our ancestors have to worry about every mission.
Given his age, there is only so much room for improvement.
In the future, I have to take good care of the baby in my wife's belly and not let it down like him.
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