Mo Chuan finally spoke slowly.
"A hero? Are you worthy?"
These few words were like a heavy hammer, making Chu Shaoyang's ears ring.
"I don't deserve it, do you?" he shouted angrily.
Mo Chuan didn't speak anymore, but looked at him coldly again, turned around and walked out.
Facing Chu Shaoyang who was like a crazy tiger, he had no hatred in his heart, only regret and sorrow.
Once upon a time, the high-spirited King Dingyuan disappeared.
What was imprisoned in the stone prison was just a wild beast that had lost its mind and bit everyone it saw.
"Chu Mochuan, don't go! Stop! Stop for me!"
Chu Shaoyang screamed. He struggled hard and tried to pounce on Mo Chuan. The iron chain clanged as he struggled, but he was still trapped on the stone bed, unable to move.
He stayed in the darkness for so long, waited for so long, and finally someone came to talk to him. Even if it was Chu Mochuan, whom he hated and hated the most, he didn't want to let him go.
If no one talks to him again, he is afraid that he will really go crazy.
Mo Chuan stopped.
Look back.
"Chu Shaoyang, you have disgraced all the ancestors of the Chu family."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
The heavy iron door slowly closed.
As if Chu Shaoyang was struck by lightning, he almost immediately shouted:
"Chu Mochuan, come back to me! Come back to me!"
"Speak clearly to me!"
But no matter how loudly he roared, Mo Chuan's footsteps got farther and farther and finally disappeared.
But Chu Shaoyang's roar still echoed in the dungeon.
"Why! Why do you say that I have disgraced the Chu family's ancestors!"
"The person who is embarrassed is obviously you!"
"You robbed me of my throne, robbed my woman, drove me out of Xichu, deposed my prince, and imprisoned me in this dark underground stone prison. What qualifications do you have to speak against me? What qualifications do you have?" ! Chu Mochuan! You are the real shame! You have no face to see your ancestors after you die!"
But no matter how loud he shouted, Mo Chuan couldn't hear a word.
Chu Shaoyang roared until his voice became hoarse. He fell on the stone bed, breathing heavily, and his eyes glowed like a wild beast in the darkness.
His lungs nearly exploded.
Suddenly he cursed loudly again.
This time the target of the curse was a different person.
"Master Zixiao Pavilion, you old man, you don't keep your promise!"
"Old man, you said I was your heir, but I'm locked up here, where are you! Why haven't you come to rescue me yet!"
"You perfidious beast, beast..."
He cursed incessantly, but the louder he cursed, the more frightened he felt.
Time passes day by day.
In his estimation, within three days, the Master of Zixiao Pavilion would come to rescue him and release him from this underground stone prison.
The Master of Zixiao Pavilion has the ability to reach heaven and earth. He has such ability.
But why has it been three days, and another four, five, six or seven days? He has lost count of how long he has been locked up here.
Except for people who regularly delivered meals and Mo Chuan who came to see him that day, no one had ever entered this underground stone prison again.
He felt isolated and forgotten by the world.
This feeling is terrible.
It's simply worse than death.
He was obviously still alive, but except for himself, everyone probably thought he was dead.
How long will he be imprisoned in this dark stone prison
Could it be that he will never be able to get out in this life? To be held here as a prisoner for the rest of your life