The traitor translator took Wangchen out of the slave camp. When they walked through the school grounds, they saw many Japanese soldiers who were actually doing physical training and shooting training.
With Li Xianyu's eyesight, he could clearly see the trajectory of the bullet leaving the barrel and the dust that exploded when the bullet penetrated the target.
"Tsk, the Japanese army's marksmanship is so accurate!" He thought of the many sayings he had read on the Internet before. Every Japanese soldier was a sharpshooter for the Chinese army, and the combat capabilities of the two sides were incomparable.
Japanese soldiers used 38-meter caps to accurately shoot their heads from a hundred meters away... Although it is a bit exaggerated, there was indeed a huge gap between China and Japan in individual combat capabilities during World War II. The Japanese army not only has an advantage in weapons, but also has a gap in the combat literacy of its soldiers.
Japan was opened to the country by the United States during the shogunate era in the 19th century and realized its weakness. However, the Qing government at that time was still immersed in arrogance and complacency, claiming to be the most powerful country in the world. During that period, the national strength of the two countries underwent earth-shaking reversals.
"But if it weren't for the Western powers, China's modern history might not have been so miserable. If the reforms were successful after realizing shame and courage, there would not be the current Japanese invasion of China." Following behind Yaodao, Li Xianyu looked at the Japanese troops around him. Thoughts are running through my mind.
He thought of his grandma again. The two most powerful Yakuza in the past two hundred years, or perhaps the past five hundred years, were born in China's darkest and most humiliating years.
They all have experiences that cannot be replicated.
Across the school grounds, ahead is the living area for officers.
"This isn't right. If we go further, it won't be a place where prisoners of war and slaves should stay." Li Xianyu felt strange.
The demon walked very slowly, following each step step by step, and the traitor translator was not in a hurry and was taking his time.
"Who did you find?" Wangchen finally calmed down his excitement and slowly exhaled a breath before asking.
"You haven't noticed yet, but the front is the living area of the princes." The traitor translator smiled, "The person you are looking for is inside, the Quanzhen sect's forgetfulness!"
Wangchen and Li Xianyu paused together. The two men's bodies stiffened and the color drained from their faces bit by bit.
"She is now in charge of serving the princes, and she is treated much better than you." The traitor translator glanced at Wangchen and said with a smile: "She is such a delicate and bright little flower. I heard that the princes were even divided over her distribution. I don’t think it’s necessary at all, no matter what, I have to serve the princes in the end.”
There was a bit of covetousness and mockery in his smile.
Li Xianyu slowly closed his eyes and laughed silently. Anyone who knows what the Japanese army did during World War II will know that once such a pretty and cute girl becomes a prisoner, the result can be imagined. There will be no chance of any luck. .
He didn't dare to look at Wangchen's face, it must be the saddest picture in the world.
After being inspected by the guarding soldiers, they entered the living area, walked for a few minutes, and stopped outside a tent.
"You only have five minutes, don't do anything unnecessary. She is now the wife of the princes." The traitor translator warned, and then said: "Taijun only promised to help you find someone, you don't want to have any other whims. Thoughts, don’t use the Quanzhen Sect’s Taoism as a threat, brother, I’m doing this for your own good. Once you meet someone, you should fulfill your promise.”
Wangchen stood outside the tent for a long time, his body going from trembling to calm, and from calm to trembling. After several struggles, he opened the curtain and entered the tent.
The tent was simply furnished, with a bed and a table, and some simple daily necessities on the table.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was a thin and pretty girl, wearing a loose Japanese military uniform. When she heard the movement outside the door, she looked over warily, fear and humiliation flashing in her big eyes that had lost their vitality.
After seeing the person who came in clearly, her delicate body stiffened.
Wangchen and his junior sister looked at each other from afar. This glance seemed to have gone through several lifetimes.
"Senior Brother Wangchen..."
"Little junior sister..."
The two of them ran forward a few steps excitedly, but before they came into contact with each other, they both froze.
Wangchen looked at himself, as if he didn't want the stench and filth to contaminate his junior sister. No matter how many things happened, the little junior sister was still an innocent little junior sister in his heart.
The junior sister took a few steps back in fear and covered her face, "I've finally waited for you. I... No, don't look at me, don't look at me like this..."
The reunion of senior brothers and sisters should have been an exciting and joyful event, but the reunion between these two people was only filled with pain and sadness.
Li Xianyu stared at the little junior sister's face. She was still beautiful, but she was like a white paper flower with faded colors, and her beautiful skin was empty. The liveliness and beauty of the past were long gone, and her smart and moist eyes were also dry and lifeless. Has lost its aura.
"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..." Wangchen burst into tears.
The little junior sister cried for a while, wiped away the tears, and murmured: "I have been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you, senior brother Wangchen."
Wangchen hugged her gently and held the little junior sister's cattails: "I'm coming, I'm coming."
He saw the little junior sister's snow-white and delicate neck with bruises and bruises, her face changed slightly, and she rolled up her sleeves. There were also bruises on her fair arms.
"Did they abuse you?" Wangchen gritted his teeth.
The little junior sister pushed Wangchen away in panic, put down her sleeves, and covered her collar. Still feeling it was not enough, she climbed onto the bed in a panic and covered her head with the quilt. A trembling voice came: "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me." Look at me like this..."
Wangchen sat on the edge of the bed, gently comforting her like a frightened deer, and whispered: "What happened? Why did the Japanese army discover our stronghold?"
He already knew the answer.
The junior sister said bitterly: "It was Wangqing and Cao Jun. They betrayed everyone and led the Japanese army to attack us. Everyone died, and I was the only one who survived."
Wangchen let out a soft "Ah": "Everyone is dead, dead... Junior sister, don't lie to me, where is Senior Sister Taisu? Wangqing likes Senior Sister Taisu so much, how could he let her die? , I won’t let her die!!”
The junior sister shook her head and burst into tears: "Senior Sister Taisu is dead. Cao Jun and Wangqing want to taint Senior Sister Taisu. How could she, with such a strong temperament, be willing to be insulted by two beasts..."
Boom!
a bolt from the blue.
Wangchen was stunned, the look in his eyes faded away little by little, and the look in his head faded away...
Li Xianyu looked at his back in silence. He knew that this man's heart was dead.
The little junior sister cried: "I deserve to die too. I should have died with Senior Sister Taisu a long time ago, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I'll never see you again after death. I'm afraid that you don't know what these two beasts did."
She smiled, and said, "I will be satisfied if I can see Senior Brother Wangchen again."
At this time, Wangchen was still immersed in the grief of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing.
The junior sister said quietly: "Senior Brother Wangchen, if you want to live and live for us, you must avenge us."
There was a determination in her eyes that she would never be able to live without love.
"No, no, no..." Wangchen understood her thoughts. He became frightened and excited, and hugged his little junior sister tightly: "You can't die, you don't want to die, please live. Please don’t leave me.”
He cried loudly, like a timid child, crying and begging: "Please don't die, you are the only one left to me, you are the only one left to me, little junior sister..."
"Hey!" The curtain of the tent was opened, and the traitor translator rushed up angrily, pulling Wangchen away from the junior sister: "You don't want to live anymore? Is she something you can touch? You, a damn slave, can touch her. ."
Wangchen struggled twice and was easily pushed down by the traitor translator. He held his head and endured his punches and kicks.
"Stop!" Junior Sister rushed out and pushed him away.
"Hey, little beauty." The traitor translator reached out to pinch her chin. The little junior sister was so frightened that she trembled all over and backed away.
The traitor translator had no right to touch her, but her experiences these days left a terrible psychological shadow, causing her to tremble and be afraid instinctively.
"Little Junior Sister, I will rescue you. I will definitely rescue you at all costs. You believe in me and stay alive. Believe in me..."
This memory came to an abrupt end with the demon's crying plea, and the surrounding scenery underwent earth-shaking changes.
Li Xianyu looked around and was shocked to find that he was in a dark dungeon. Two rows of oil lamps were lit on the wall, giving off a dim light. The air was filled with the smell of dampness and decay.
Locked in the cell in front was a man with disheveled hair and gray hair on his temples. His hands were hung high by chains on the wall, and two huge iron balls were tied to his feet. With him as the center, the ground was covered with intricate carvings. Bright red spell.
"Wangchen, you are doomed, why not merge with me, and I will help you break out of the siege!" Through the tattered clothes, the man's body lit up with red light, and he was hesitating, as if breathing.
Slime? !
Li Xianyu's pupils shrank and he stared at the disheveled Wangchen. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, who else in the world could possess slime besides Yaodao.
Where is this, why is he here.
As for the plot in the Palace of the Gods, has it been deleted
Wangchen lowered his head and turned a deaf ear to the temptation of slime.
"You are so stubborn. Why bother? You are now a big devil that everyone can kill. Even the master wants to execute you. Look at your good master, he tricked you into Quanzhen and imprisoned him here."
"The relationship between master and disciple and the kindness of upbringing that you value are all disposable in the eyes of your master. He only wants me."
"What else in this world is worthy of your attachment? Fusion with me is your only way out."
The slime of eighty years ago was less mean, but his talkative nature remained the same. Then why were slimes so cheap later on... Li Xianyu would never admit that this was his fault.
"The Quanzhen sect...imprisoned..." Li Xianyu reacted suddenly. Eighty years ago, the major forces in the blood world had him surrounded and suppressed by the Quanzhen sect after paying a heavy price for the Demon Dao. Kill. Completely put an end to this arrogant big devil.
In Taoist and Buddhist records, this battle is called: Quanzhen Rebellion! !
Finally, it has finally come to this point.
Li Xianyu recalled the first time he recalled the memory of the demonic path, and saw a lively and carefree young boy lying down under a pine tree for a lazy nap. The pretty and lovely girl under the stone waved her lotus root arms and shouted crisply: "Senior Brother Wangchen."
Thinking of the battle to defend Changsha, Wangchen carried Senior Sister Taisu on his back and fled day and night. He was exhausted physically and mentally, but in the end they were both rescued.
Thinking of the fall of Changsha, all Quanzhen sect disciples were killed and injured, and Kang Gai, a righteous man in the blood world, died.
Thinking of Wangchen and Taisu kissing passionately under the shade of a tree after a long separation, they couldn't help but fall in love. He witnessed the lovers develop from being in love with each other to knowing each other and falling in love. Although the process is inevitably a bit sad and indignant at being cuckolded by Wangchen.
I think of the pitiful little junior sister in the slave camp, and the pain and despair of Wangchen...
He witnessed the ups and downs of an extremely powerful hero, a life full of ups and downs and tragedy, and finally here he came to an end.
History is a little girl who can be manipulated and pose as she pleases.
The sound of footsteps came from deep in the corridor, and a figure gradually approached in the light of the swinging oil lamp. He was wearing neat robes and had an ebony hairpin in his hair. His appearance was handsome, but cold and indifferent.
Forget about love! !
Wangqing's brows were a bit more mature and aged, but they didn't look old. Li Xianyu looked at Wangchen again and saw that his temples were already gray and his hair had grown prematurely.
He walked outside the fence and looked at Wangchen with disheveled hair expressionlessly for a long, long time...
"Master said that as long as you hand it over, you can avoid death." Wangqing opened the gate of the fence and stepped into the cell. He stopped in front of Wangchen: "You have been like this since you were a child. You look like you are doing nothing, but you are actually worse than anyone else. So strong, more stubborn than anyone else. But now I don’t need your nod.”
As he spoke, he tore Wangchen's clothes off. Under the clothes was a dark and ugly body. One look at it was disgusting and terrifying.
This is no longer a human being.
Li Xianyu was glad that he had a grandma and a ring finger left by Yao Dao to bind the slime to his left arm. If he was like Yao Dao, he would never get a wife in this life.
Wangqing seemed to have been prepared for it. He carved the talismans on the demon body in a leisurely manner. As the cinnabar left bright red strokes on the dark body, the slime's veins lit up.
"What did you draw on me? It hurts, it hurts..." Slime screamed angrily: "Don't be like this, we can discuss anything. I'm very docile, don't kill me..." "
Li Xianyu: "..." It seems that this lowly character is not my fault.
No... Yao Dao was quite mean when he was young. He is a mean and scheming boy. Before the fall of Changsha, Yaodao had such a character.
Now that his temperament has changed drastically, that bitch has been passed on to Slime.
"The news of your imprisonment has been leaked. Now all the major forces have gathered in the Quanzhen Sect. Master is dragging you outside. I want to peel it off your body before Master hands you over." Wangqing tore off his shirt and said Jingchi's body was painted with the same talismans and incantations.
Wangqing stretched out his palm and covered Yaodao's chest. Amidst the slime's frightened screams, strands of black turbidity seemed to have found an outlet and poured crazily into Wangqing's body.
Li Xianyu: "!!!"
What is this operation? !
He suddenly remembered that Slime once said that a part of its body was missing and the seven deadly sins were incomplete. So that’s what happened.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Wangqing say: "Do you know why it resonates with me?"
"Because of jealousy."
"Since you were a child, you have been idle, not practicing hard, and playing around with your little junior sister. But why are you always better than me? Whether it is Taoism or visualization, you are always above me. I obviously work so hard and work so hard."
"Everyone doesn't like me. They think I'm too serious and serious. Only Senior Sister Taisu thinks I'm good. But as for you, all the senior brothers are willing to play with you. Junior Sister is your follower. When you make mistakes, everyone is happy Cover you."
Wangqing's tone was calm, even a little gentle, as if he was having a heart-to-heart talk with an old friend.
"You know, I have always liked Senior Sister Taisu. She is so beautiful and pure. She is only willing to smile in front of me. I am very happy. I often think that even if I am not as good as you in every aspect, I still have her... ...But why, why do you even want to rob me, Senior Sister Taisu?"
After many years, when the woman was mentioned again, the three men present looked pained.
"Where's the junior sister?" Wangchen finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Dead, died three years ago. You cooperated with the Japanese army for her and rescued her from the Japanese army camp. Let her go back to the mountain to expose my evil deeds. She went back to the mountain and told the master all these things, "Wangqing's face was expressionless and his tone was cold: "Master killed her with his own hands."
Yaodao was stunned.
"I don't understand why? Master obviously loves little junior sister so much." Wangqing's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth: "Because I am his son. He traveled down the mountain when he was young and had a son with a woman at the foot of the mountain."
Junior sister... is dead! !
Li Xianyu closed his eyes in pain. The last bit of luck was gone.
In the quiet cell, painful whimpering sounded.
The demon said, crying.
"I worked hard to rescue her, even if I was charged with collaborating with the enemy and treason."
"I killed all the elites of the Aoki family and never bowed to the Japanese in my life."
"I sacrificed so many companions and made so many efforts, and I rescued her."
"We did not fall into the hands of the Japanese, but we were forced to have no way out by our own people."
"Why do you want to kill her? She is the only one I have left..."
Slime roared: "Exchange, exchange? Wangchen, merge with me quickly. As long as you merge with me, you can reach the pinnacle of the extreme realm, and we can destroy the world together."
"Exchange?"
"... ..exchange!"
The world collapsed, and his consciousness fell into a chaotic whirlpool.
"Li Xianyu, Li Xianyu, are you okay?"
The call awakened him from the chaotic memory. He was suspended in the sky, surrounded by dense crowds of spectators. Below, the deadly battle between Li Peiyun and Dao Zun had reached a critical moment.
He met Thunder Warrior Ji's anxious eyes. The long-legged beauty looked at him anxiously: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Then why are you crying?"
"..." Li Xianyu touched his face, and unknowingly, tears streamed down his face.
"I hope you're okay. I almost thought the demon was trying to seize you again." Hua Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Your grandma is very anxious. I confirmed that your Zi Mansion is very stable, so she can rest assured."
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and Li Peiyun held the sword of Qi and advanced layer by layer. The torrent of steel could not stop the sharp edge of the sword of Qi. Even the Dao Master's Dao sword exploded in the loud noise.
There were exclamations from the onlookers.
Dao Zun was defeated? !
"The victory has been decided!" Hua Yang said with a sigh on his face: "Dao Zun was defeated by a young junior."
Although I am not ashamed of Dao Zun's behavior back then, when I was young, everyone in the Taoist sect did not regard Dao Zun as a spiritual leader. Now seeing him reduced to a stepping stone for younger generations, I feel very complicated.
Everyone watching the battle had the same feeling. Dao Zun's output was defeated by Li Peiyun, the successor of Demon Dao.
"No, no, no, no..." Li Xianyu murmured.
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" Thunder Warrior asked.
"Meow meow meow?" Cuihua, who was lying on her head, tilted her head and cast a curious look.
Li Xianyu ignored them. He watched Li Peiyun, who was advancing all the way, rushing towards Dao Zun, and stabbed Dao Zun in the chest with the sword of Qi.
Li Xianyu's scalp was numb and he roared: "Come back, come back quickly, there is slime on Dao Zun's body, there is slime on Dao Zun's body, Li Peiyun, come back quickly!"
The roar was comparable to the roar of a Buddhist lion. At such a thrilling and critical moment, it actually attracted the attention of the densely packed audience around him.
A powerful scene-stealer.
There is a lot of work today, I am very busy at work, and the update is late. I also want to finish writing the memory review of the Demonic Path in one go, but the word count is too long. During the New Year's Day holiday, I plan to sit in front of the computer for three days. It's crazy! The usual updates will not be reduced.
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