Yan Sikong was locked up in a cell in the camp. It was called a cell, but in fact it was just a military tent, but it was equipped with all kinds of torture instruments. His feet were shackled and he curled up in a corner. There were guards inside and outside the tent.

Yan Sikong calmed down his emotions and reached out to touch his neck. The tender flesh had been scratched and he still felt pain where his fingertips touched it. He remembered the cold look in Feng Ye's eyes when he tightened his neck. Although the whip was no longer around his neck, he still felt suffocated.

Feng Ye hated him. If he still had a glimmer of hope before meeting Feng Ye, it was gone now. Feng Ye really hated him.

Feng Ye should really hate him. He had lied to Feng Ye many times. If he had gone with Feng Ye, what would have happened now? Unfortunately, there is no such thing as "if" in life. He was sad and upset, but he could do nothing about it.

After dark, the sound of drums and music could be heard in the camp. It seemed that Feng Ye was holding a banquet to celebrate the recovery of his lost divine horse.

No one took care of Yan Sikong after he was thrown here. He was very hungry after half a day, but he saw that the soldiers guarding him in the camp were absent-minded and kept looking outside. They must have drunk too much wine.

Despite this, he did not move a single step, which showed how strict Feng Yejun's orders were.

Yan Sikong stared at him for a while and said calmly: "I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?"

The soldier glanced at Yan Sikong and said, "Someone will come to replace me soon." He looked only about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a pair of innocent and bright eyes. It was unknown whose son he was, as he was already on the battlefield of life and death at such a young age.

"I'm an envoy of Da Sheng, and the brother-in-law of your Wolf King. You can't let me go hungry." He wasn't so hungry that he had to beg for food. He just wanted to use this little soldier to find out the situation.

The soldier hesitated for a moment: "I...then I'll go ask."

"The Wolf King said that this man is cunning by nature, like a two-legged wild fox, so don't talk to him. Didn't you hear it?" A clear voice rang out from outside the tent. Before the voice fell, a tall man appeared in the tent. He had an upright posture and an extraordinary bearing, but his face was covered with a black mask that covered everything from the mouth upwards.

Several guards knelt on one knee: "Greetings, General Que."

The man who was called General Que was holding a tray with wine and food on it. He waved his hand and said, "Everything is waiting outside the account."

"yes."

Yan Sikong looked at General Que. He racked his brains to recall the voice. He was sure he had heard it somewhere before.

General Que half-knelt down and placed the tea tray at Yan Sikong's feet: "Lord Yan, you must be hungry."

Yan Sikong suddenly had an idea and remembered: "It was you! Three years ago in the capital..."

He was the masked man in black that year. He had followed him and led away pursuers for him. Later, he even took Feng Ye away with him... Who is this person, and why has he been following Feng Ye until now?

"Lord Yan has a good memory." General Que suddenly moved a little closer, and his sharp eyes hidden behind the mask carefully observed Yan Sikong's face. He looked so focused that he seemed to want to see every hair on his face clearly.

Yan Sikong felt uneasy when he looked at her: "Who are you? Why did you follow me and save me?"

"The Wolf King said Lord Yan is from Liaoning, why doesn't he have a local accent?"

"If you want me to answer your question, why don't you answer mine first."

General Que said coldly: "Lord Yan is now a prisoner, there is no room for bargaining."

“…Changed.”

General Que was silent for a moment: "It is easy to change one's accent, but it is difficult to change one's origins."

"General Que, are you talking about me or yourself? Why are you not daring to tell me your real name or show me your true face even though you are in front of me?" Yan Sikong deliberately provoked him, "Could it be that General Que has done something shameful?"

General Que sneered and said, "My name is just 'Wang', which means to forget. As for my face, it is indeed ugly and horrible. It is not suitable to show it to others."

"Quewang..." Yan Sikong had no impression of this name. Que was an uncommon surname. He had never even interacted with anyone with the surname Que. He asked, "Who are you?"

"To Lord Yan, I am probably a person he doesn't want to meet, but to me, Lord Yan is a person he must meet."

Yan Sikong suddenly attacked Quewang's mask. Quewang was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment. He was extremely fast and blocked it from a distance. Yan Sikong's other hand also attacked. The two of them quickly exchanged three moves at a distance of only a body length apart. At the most critical moment, Yan Sikong's fingertips had hooked on the edge of the mask, but Quewang grabbed it again. Quewang suddenly stood up and twisted Yan Sikong's arm behind his back and pressed him to the ground.

The mask was shaking and about to fall off, so Que Wang quickly used his other hand to straighten it.

Because the two of them moved so violently, the tea tray was knocked over and the wine and food were scattered all over the floor.

Quewang's chest was heaving, obviously he was angry. He grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and quietly exerted force, causing Yan Sikong to groan in pain.

Quewang let him go angrily: "You really make me never relax for a moment!"

Yan Sikong stroked his aching arm and said, "Since you must see me, what are you hiding?"

"When the Wolf King allows, I will let you know who I am." Que Wang said coldly, "I'm just afraid that by then you won't want to know."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "How can you be called a hero if you are just playing tricks on me?" He glanced at the tea tray, "Bring me some more food."

Que Wang said angrily: "Go hungry." Then he turned away.

After Quewang left, Yan Sikong kicked the tea tray away and let out a low growl. In his current situation, he was already extremely irritated, and that guy named Que came to tease him... Sooner or later he would find out who this Quewang was and what grudge he had against him!

This place is close to the northwest, and the climate is very different during the day and at night. In early autumn, it is very cool when the sun is out, but it is freezing cold when night falls. Yan Sikong wrapped his clothes tightly, wrapped his arms around himself, and huddled on the straw pile shivering. Hunger and fatigue invaded him, but he was upset and had difficulty falling asleep because he didn't know what was waiting for him tomorrow.

He was looking forward to meeting Feng Ye soon. At least he wanted to explain to Feng Ye clearly that the Feng family army's invasion of the mountain and sea hunting grounds had nothing to do with him. But he was also afraid to see Feng Ye. He was afraid that Feng Ye would no longer believe anything he said. That cold, unfamiliar look was more tormenting to him than this cold night.

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When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn. Yan Sikong didn't remember when he fell asleep. He just curled up all night and his whole body ached. He still felt a little dizzy and his stomach was growling with hunger. He reached out and touched his forehead and felt it was a little hot. Could it be that he had a fever due to a cold?

Yan Sikong stood up. The soldier who was on duty in the tent was the same soldier from yesterday. When he saw Yan Sikong was awake, he brought a bowl from the side and placed it at Yan Sikong's feet: "Eat."

Yan Sikong glanced down and saw only a bowl of cold porridge, nothing else. He looked at the tea tray that he had kicked over, and the meat and vegetables spilled on the ground with no one cleaning them up. He felt a little regretful, as he should have had a full meal yesterday.

He lived on the streets when he was a child and knew how terrible it felt to be hungry. When he was hungry, he would recall all the things that he didn't want to recall. So no matter how busy he was, he never let himself go hungry. Now he felt really uncomfortable.

He picked up the bowl and drank up the porridge. It was better than nothing.

After finishing the meal, Yan Sikong looked at the soldier again: "Did you drink alcohol yesterday?" When he opened his mouth, he was stunned for a moment, his voice was hoarse, and his throat was dry and sore. It seemed that he was really sick.

The soldier also glanced at him but said nothing. It was obvious that after being scolded by Quewang last night, he dared not pay any attention to Yan Sikong anymore.

Yan Sikong moved his numb hands and feet: "Why does Quewang always wear a mask? Is he too ugly to be seen in public?"

The pawn didn't speak.

"Yes, even your wolf king doesn't dare to come to see me, let alone a dog under his command."

"Don't talk nonsense." The soldier couldn't help cursing, "If the Wolf King wants to see you, he will see you. If he doesn't want to see you, he won't see you."

"When will he see me?"

“…I don’t know.” The soldier simply turned around and stopped looking at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong slumped down on the straw pile tiredly, too lazy to even open his eyes.

He didn't know how long he waited before someone pulled him. He suddenly opened his eyes. It was already night. In the dim light, he saw that the people coming were two guards. They dragged him up from the ground and tied him to the rack.

Yan Sikong felt a chill in his heart. Feng Ye wanted to... torture him?

He did not struggle, nor did he have the strength to struggle. He just felt his body switching between hot and cold and was extremely uncomfortable.

He was tied up in a cross shape, and all the guards were withdrawn, including the one on duty outside the door. He stared at the door of the tent, his heart beating faster and faster.

After a while, a tall figure appeared as expected. Yan Sikong's pupils shrank and he looked at Feng Ye deeply.

Feng Ye reached out and lowered the curtain of the military tent, then slowly walked in.

The two people were less than ten feet apart, and their eyes met in the air. Just one glance evoked sparks of memories. People who were once close to each other are now entangled in grievances. People have changed and things have changed, and mistakes can no longer be undone. How sad it is.

Yan Sikong's heart ached, unable to resist the sudden surge of sorrow. He really wanted to know what Feng Ye was thinking at this moment, and whether he was as heartbroken as he was.

Feng Ye had a cold face and no emotion. He looked Yan Sikong up and down.

Yan Sikong's lips trembled. Not wanting to lose out, he asked in a normal tone, "I was locked up for two days and only had a bowl of porridge. Do you want to starve me to death?"

Feng Ye raised his chin slightly: "Que Wang sent you food and wine out of kindness, but you attacked him. You are always like this. You take advantage of anyone who treats you well."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes and said, "I just want to know who he is. Why do you have to be so mysterious? If there is a grudge, just tell him to come and take revenge."

"Revenge?" Feng Ye's face flashed with a trace of viciousness, and he said coldly, "You will never be able to repay him in your lifetime."

"What on earth do I owe him?"

"You owe him, we'll discuss this later." Feng Ye slowly walked in front of Yan Sikong, his tall figure looming over him, and he said coldly, "You owe me, I'll settle it with you now."