NFBE Chapter 307 Shen Xingjian is saved
Chapter 307 Shen Xingjian is saved
Xie Zhongzhi stared coldly at Shen Xingjian, his face gradually contorting with rage.
His desire to kill grew stronger.
But in the end, he managed to restrain himself.
Xie Zhongzhi waved his hand, and his men immediately brought over a rough little bed and threw it in a corner of the room.
The bed frame was very simple, with several layers of dry straw on it.
"You'll get some rest tonight, but if things continue like this tomorrow..." Xie Zhongzhi said coldly, "one of your fingers will be broken off."
Shen Xingjian didn't speak. The man in black stepped forward and threw him onto the bed.
His movements were somewhat stiff due to the pain, but Shen Xingjian's expression remained normal. He simply adjusted his posture slightly and then closed his eyes.
It was nighttime at the foot of the cliff.
Dinner was still fruit.
The difference was that when it came time to distribute the fruit, Gao Xian suddenly said, "I'll distribute it tonight."
His voice was very calm, but Mo Qingkui's heart suddenly tightened.
I couldn't help but start making wild guesses.
Why did Gao Xian want to distribute the fruit himself? Did he not trust her?
Is she about to fall out of favor...?
The more Mo Qingkui thought about it, the more upset she became. She unconsciously clenched her sleeves, and a layer of grievance and unease surfaced in her eyes.
As she fell asleep that night, Mo Qingkui lay down next to Gao Xian.
The firelight in the cave was dim, and her heart grew increasingly uneasy.
She cautiously moved closer to Gao Xian, gently pressing her body against him.
He said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I feel a little cold."
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of coquetry, and her fingertips lightly gripped his sleeve.
However, Gao Xian's body suddenly stiffened.
He then calmly withdrew his arm.
"If you're cold, you can sleep by the fire."
One sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Mo Qingkui's heart. Her breath caught in her throat, and her face turned deathly pale.
The stinging in my eyes gradually intensified, and a chill ran through my heart.
Oh no, he's already started to distance himself from her.
Is it really just because of a few fruits?!
tent.
"What should I do? My husband hasn't come back yet!"
Jiang Yunzhu looked flustered, with obvious anxiety in her eyes.
They waited in their tents all day but didn't see a single person.
Xie Jing's expression also became serious.
If he's not mistaken, something must have happened to Shen Xingjian.
Shen Xingjian was his father's confidant, and he must have known about his father's plans.
The search for the missing person at the bottom of the cliff is not going smoothly.
The fog was thick below the cliff, and the mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse.
Now that it's raining, it's even more difficult.
But if we find Shen Xingjian, we might be able to find the whereabouts of our father and mother.
Xie Jing suddenly looked up and ordered, "Summon Lord Zhao Ming."
Cabin in the woods.
It was late at night, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet.
Inside the house, Shen Xingjian leaned against a pile of hay, his head slightly turned to the side, completely asleep.
Several men in black guarding him sat at the other end of the room.
She kept a close eye on Shen Xingjian, afraid that he might do something funny.
But Shen Xingjian closed his eyes and went to sleep as soon as he lay down on the bed, and never opened them again.
As the man in black kept watch, his eyelids gradually began to droop.
They leaned against the wall, their gazes gradually becoming unfocused.
After an unknown amount of time, the cabin finally fell completely quiet.
Only the candlelight flickered occasionally, barely illuminating the dim night.
In the early morning, a faint bluish-gray tinge began to appear on the distant horizon.
Shen Xingjian, who was lying on the wooden bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
In the past two days, he has discovered that among this group, only those in white robes are highly skilled in martial arts.
They were the same people who arrested him in the first place.
Fortunately, their numbers are not large.
After all, true masters are rare, no matter where they are.
What I saw most often were these men in black with mediocre martial arts skills.
Shen Xingjian glanced around.
After confirming that no one had noticed his movements, he slowly raised his bound hands.
With a slight movement of the wrist, use the small blade hidden in the cuff to cut the rope little by little.
The blade was hidden very well, clinging to the fabric in the gaps of the sleeve.
From the moment he took this position, all his clothes had this on the cuffs.
I never thought I'd ever need it...
Once he was sure no one had noticed, Shen Xingjian sat up and looked at the man in black who was closest to him.
The man in black had his neck exposed, completely unguarded.
Shen Xingjian took the longsword beside him and silently slid it across his skin, without even splattering much blood.
The man in black lowered his head slightly and collapsed limply.
Shen Xingjian caught his weight with lightning speed, without making a sound.
The second and third times, Shen Xingjian's movements were smooth and swift, each strike was terrifyingly precise.
The blade sliced through the throat as lightly as a feather.
The men in black didn't even have a chance to react before they collapsed one by one in their sleep.
The snoring inside gradually subsided, and a faint smell of blood began to permeate the air, but it remained eerily quiet.
He glanced at the corpses on the ground, making sure everyone was completely dead, before wiping the bloodstains from the hilt of his knife onto his sleeve.
Shen Xingjian did not go out through the main gate; there were still men in black outside.
He opened the wooden window next to him.
Squeeze your body out little by little from that narrow gap.
Finally, as soon as his heel touched the ground, he quickly pushed the wooden board back into place.
A morning breeze, carrying moisture, rushed towards him. Shen Xingjian did not linger; he immediately blended into the night and disappeared into the depths of the woods.
The woods in the early morning.
A group of people walked through the slippery forest path, led by Xie Jingchun.
His eyes scanned his surroundings.
Suddenly, one of the scouts walking in front stopped and quickly bent down to examine the marks on the ground.
“There are footprints here, as if they were left not long ago.”
Xie Jingchun immediately waved his hand to signal, and led the people forward following the footprints.
Soon after, they spotted a figure near a dense thicket of bushes.
"Come quick! There's someone here!" he whispered.
They parted the branches and leaves that were obscuring the view and saw Shen Xingjian curled up on the ground, looking disheveled.
His face was pale, and there was even dried blood on his lips.
His body was covered in scratches and mud, his clothes were tattered, and there were still unhealed wounds on his arms.
Xie Jingchun's eyes widened immediately.
found it!