Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

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Cha Lao Er couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you here?"

Li Changshou squatted aside and said, "I have something to do with you. Are you free?"

Cha Laoer glanced at the executioner and said to Li Changshou: "You should ask him."

Li Changshou was still holding a piece of snack he had just bought at the tea stall.

Put it in your mouth and chew it carefully.

"I encountered something, and I came over to ask you."

"May I ask? Do you have any wine? I'm going to die now. I don't even have a bowl of wine."

Li Changshou said casually: "You are not very popular. You are going to die. There is no one to give you a sip of wine."

Cha Laoer was helpless, "Do you know who I killed? Who dares to give me wine and food as the son of the most powerful local man?"

Li Changshou took out some copper plates from his arms and shouted, "Who can help me drink a bowl of wine!"

The crowd seemed to have lost their voice at this moment.

After a while, an old woman finally stood up.

He held a broken bowl in his hand.

"Thank you."

Li Changshou handed the copper plate to the woman, picked up the wine bowl and gave Cha Lao Er a sip of wine.

Cha Laoer was once a subordinate of General Yue.

He was a cultivator, but he was seriously injured on the battlefield and almost died.

Although he saved his life, his Cultivation Base was also ruined.

Disheartened, he left the military camp.

Later, General Yue was framed, but he was not implicated.

Cha Laoer took a long breath and showed an expression of enjoyment.

“Comfortable!!”

It was as if the torture of these days was all worth it with just a sip of wine.

"What's going on?"

"I want to practice." Li Changshou lowered his voice.

"Practice?" Cha Laoer looked at him in surprise, "Why do you suddenly think about this?"

"It's a long story."

"Come around behind me and let me take your pulse."

Cha Laoer's hands were tied behind his back. Li Changshou walked around behind him and put his wrists on his fingers.

Fang took a pulse and Cha Lao Er raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, good guy!

How come you are still alive with such a serious injury? Could it be that daddy is hallucinating? "

"There was an accident." Li Changshou said in a deep voice, "I can't explain the details clearly. The cultivator's Flying Sword is still in my body, very close to my heart."

Cha Lao Er swore, "You must be too tough!"

"I have temporarily suppressed the Flying Sword, but I'm afraid it won't last long. I'm afraid the only way to go is cultivation."

"You think practicing is as simple as going out to buy groceries." Cha Laoer poured a basin of cold water on him, "You have a strong body and a tenacious spirit, but everything around you is unclear.

If you want to practice cultivation, you must find a pulse-opening pill, or a pulse-opening spiritual fluid..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Changshou.

"I have spiritual fluid to open my pulse."

"Where did it come from?"

"Picked it up by accident."

Cha Lao Er swore again, "You're so lucky! God forbids you to die."

Li Changshou said: "I don't know what to do now."

"There is a book on the art of opening pulses at the bottom of the book box at home. After taking spiritual fluid, you can open pulses by following the instructions in the book.

It is not difficult to open the pulse, but the difficult part is the path afterward. "

Li Changshou raised his head and glanced at the sun, then glanced at the surrounding officers and soldiers.

He whispered: "I'll take you out first."

"Don't! Don't, I can't leave." Cha Laoer said hurriedly, "It's over with me now. If I leave, more people will be affected."

Li Changshou followed his gaze and looked at the old man sitting in the teahouse on the second floor across the street.

“Since he has fulfilled his promise, I cannot break the promise.

It was dishonorable to break the promise, and everything you had done before was in vain.

My life was exchanged for his son's life! "

Cha Lao Er’s tone quickened.

It's not that he doesn't believe that Li Changshou can take him away from here, but the price he pays may be very heavy.

The ancient city has existed for more than five hundred years, and the Zhang family has continued here for more than three hundred years.

The power is intertwined, and the family has thousands of people.

Even the county lord is from his Zhang family, and there are even Zhang family members who are officials in the army.

Li Changshou could take him to escape from the execution ground.

But then, the bride who lost her new husband to his childhood sweetheart will die.

The bride's family will also die.

My cousin's family consists of more than ten people, old and young, and they are even more capable of dying...

He escaped, what would they do?

The head of the Zhang family is old-fashioned and follows rules in doing things.

One life for one, that's it.

If there are another setbacks, it's possible that many more people will be affected.

When people are in the arena, they often cannot help themselves.

Gratitude and grudges always come with a price...

"I may not be able to help you with anything." Cha Laoer knew that he didn't have much time, "My pulse opening method can only help you open your pulse.

You need to find a famous teacher to guide you, preferably a demon sect who practices evil and evil ways. "

Cha Lao Er knew that if he could join an orthodox Immortal Cultivating Sect, it would naturally be much better than that of the Demon Sect.

However, for orthodox Sect.

Talent is the second most important thing, and the most important thing is your background.

Like in this novel, if a random person of unknown origin joins Sect, he will be taught everything he has to offer.

It's something that can't happen.

A spy from another country? Spies hostile to Sect?

If you want to enter Sect, the first thing you need to do is to find out your background and whether your background is clean.

And this is exactly what Li Changshou does not have.

"I know there is an evil sect called Donghua Taoist Temple in the Hualin area."

"Noon has arrived!!"

The supervisor threw the command arrow to the ground.

Cha Lao Er smiled and said, "Daddy, we don't have time. Don't let me meet you when I get to the Bridge of Helplessness."

Some officers and soldiers stopped in front of Li Changshou.

"See you in the next life, mother, daddy will definitely give birth to a good child in the next life."

Li Changshou's hand quietly touched the long knife wrapped in black cloth behind his back.

As long as Cha Lao Er regrets it at this time, he suddenly doesn't want to die like this.

Then Li Changshou will take him out and kill him, regardless of the consequences.

However, until Cha Lao Er's head was pressed on the wooden stake, the boy's expression remained unchanged.

The executioner sprayed wine on the ghost head knife and looked down at Cha Laoer.

He whispered: "Brother, don't blame me, you are a hero."

As for what Cha Lao Er did, no one dared to give him a thumbs up openly due to the strength of the Zhang family.

But I admire him very much in my heart.

Cha Laoer laughed, "Daddy is not a hero, daddy just doesn't like to see beautiful women cry."

He raised the knife and dropped it, and a human head fell to the ground.

Blood sprayed.

Li Changshou closed his eyes, and the past flashed through his mind.

Suddenly he turned around and raised his head to look in the direction of the teahouse.

The old man in the teahouse met his eyes.

I felt a chill welling up from the bottom of my heart, as if I had fallen to the bottom of an icy river.

Cha Lao Er died, and no one dared to collect his body.

He killed the second son of the Zhang family.

My cousin's family was already on pins and needles, fearing that they would be implicated.

How dare you come back to collect his body again.

Finally, it was Li Changshou who collected the body for him.

The youngest son of the Zhang family stood in the teahouse and looked at Li Changshou angrily.

"Dad, do you want to do it?"

As he spoke, he made a beheading motion.

The old man glanced at the waiter coldly, "If you are not afraid of death, just go!"