The traitor translator took Wangchen out of the slave camp. When they passed through the school ground, they saw many Japanese soldiers who were actually doing physical training and shooting training.

With Li Xianyu's eyesight, he could clearly see the bullet's ballistics out of the chamber and see the dust that the bullet shot through the target.

"Tsk, the Japanese army's marksmanship is really accurate!" He thought of many of the statements he had read online in the past. Every Japanese soldier was a sharpshooter to the national army, and the combat power of both sides was incomparable.

The Japanese soldiers used the 38th hood to accurately shoot the headshots a hundred meters away... Although it was a bit exaggerated, the gap between the individual combat capabilities of China and Japan during World War II was indeed very big. The Japanese army not only had the advantages of weapons, but also the combat qualities of soldiers.

Japan was blasted by the United States in the 19th century to open its doors and realize its weakness. The Qing government at that time was still immersed in arrogance and claimed to be the most powerful country in the world. The national strength of the two countries underwent earth-shaking reversal during that period.

"But if there were no Western powers, China's modern history might not have been so miserable. After knowing shame, the reform was successful, and the current Japanese army would not have invaded China." Following the demon, Li Xianyu looked at the Japanese army around him and thought a lot.

He thought of Grandma again. In the past two hundred years, perhaps the two most powerful masters in the past five hundred years, were born in the darkest and most humiliating years in China.

They all have irrepeatable experiences.

After passing through the school ground, the officers' living area ahead.

"This is not right. If you move forward, it will not be where prisoners of war and slaves should stay." Li Xianyu was surprised.

The demon path is very slow and follows every step, and the traitor's translator is not in a hurry, so he is leisurely.

"Who have you found?" Finally calmed down his excitement, Wangchen slowly let out a breath of turbid air before asking.

"You haven't seen it yet. There is the living area of ​​Taijun people in front of it." The traitor translator laughed, "The person you are looking for is inside, the Quanzhen Sect's Forget-Zhen!"

Wangchen and Li Xianyu stopped together, the two men's bodies were stiff, and the bloody faces faded away bit by bit.

"She is now responsible for serving the Taijun, and the treatment is much better than you," the traitor translator glanced at Wangchen and sneered: "What a delicate and bright little flower. I heard that the Taijun also had differences on her distribution issues. I don't think it's necessary at all. Anyway, in the end, they will take turns to serve her in bed."

There was a bit of covetousness and mockery in his smile.

Li Xianyu slowly closed his eyes and laughed silently. Anyone who knew what the Japanese army had done during World War II, the youngest younger sister, who was as pretty and cute as a young girl, once she became a prisoner, the result was imagined that a slight chance of being able to exist.

He didn't dare to look at Wangchen's face, it must be the saddest picture in the world.

After being inspected by the guards, they entered the living area, walked for a few minutes, and stopped outside a tent.

"You only have five minutes to do unnecessary things. She is now the woman of Taijun and the others." The traitor translator warned and said, "Taijun only promises to help you find someone. Don't have any other whimsical thoughts, and don't use the Quanzhen School Taoism as a threat. Brother, I'm for your own good. When you meet someone, you should fulfill your promise."

Wangchen stood outside the tent for a long time, his body trembled from trembling to calm, from calm to trembling. After several struggles, he lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

The tent is simply furnished, with a bed and a table, and there are some simple daily necessities on it.

A thin and beautiful girl sat along the bed, wearing a loose Japanese military uniform. When she heard the movement outside the door, she looked over vigilantly, and her big eyes that had lost their spirit were flashing with fear and humiliation.

After seeing the person coming in, her delicate body froze.

Wangchen and his junior sister looked at each other from afar. This time, it seemed like they had experienced several lives.

"Senior Brother Wangchen..."

"Little Junior Sister..."

The two of them ran forward excitedly for a few steps, but they both froze before they touched each other.

Wangchen looked at himself, as if he didn't want the stench and dirty things to defile the junior sister. No matter how many things happened, the junior sister was still the innocent and flawless junior sister in his heart.

The junior sister took a few steps back in panic and covered her face, "I finally waited for you, I... no, don't look at me, don't look at me like this..."

The reunion of the senior brother and sister should have been exciting and joyful, but the reunion of the two was only pain and sadness.

Li Xianyu stared at the face of the junior sister. She was still beautiful, but she seemed to have a white paper flower with faded color. She had beautiful skin. The lively and pretty thing in the past was long gone, and her agile and moist eyes were also exhausted and dull. She had lost her spiritual energy.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..." Wangchen burst into tears.

The 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 gently hugged her and held the tenderness of the junior sister: "I'm here, I'm here."

He saw the little junior sister's snow-white and delicate neck, her face changed slightly, she rolled up her sleeves, and her white arms were also covered with bruises.

"Did they abuse you?" Wangchen gritted his teeth.

The junior sister pushed Wangchen away in panic, put down her sleeves, blocking her collar, but still felt that it was not enough. She climbed onto the bed in panic and covered her head with a quilt. A trembling voice came: "Don't look at me, don't look at me like this..."

Wangchen sat on the edge of the bed, gently comforting her as if she was frightened, and whispered: "What happened? Why did the Japanese army discover our stronghold?"

He already knew the answer.

The junior sister said hatefully: "It was Wangqing and Cao Jun, they betrayed everyone and led the Japanese army to attack us. Everyone was dead, and I was the only one who survived."

Wangchen said softly: "Everyone is dead, dead... Junior sister, don't lie to me, Senior Sister Taisu, Wangqing likes Senior Sister Taisu so much, how could she let her die? She won't let her die!!"

The junior sister shook her head and shed tears: "Senior Sister Taisu is dead. Cao Jun and Wangqing want to defile Senior Sister Taisu. She, with such a strong temperament, how could she be willing to be insulted by two beasts..."

Rumble!

a bolt from the blue.

Wangchen was stunned, the spirit in his eyes faded away little by little, and his head faded away little by little...

Li Xianyu looked at his back silently, and he knew that this man's heart was dead.

The junior sister cried and said, "I deserve to die too. I should have died with Senior Sister Taisu long ago, but I am afraid that I will never see you again after death. I am afraid that you don't know what the two beasts do."

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 falling and the earth falling.

The junior sister said quietly: "Senior Brother Wangchen, if you want to survive and live for us, you must avenge us."

She had the determination to be desperate in her eyes.

"No, no, no..." Wangchen understood her intentions, and he became frightened and excited, and hugged the junior sister hard: "You can't die, you don't die, please live, please don't leave me."

He cried loudly, like a timid child, crying and begging: "Please don't die, I'm the only one left, I'm the only one left, I'm the only one left, little sister..."

"Hey!" The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the traitor translator rushed up angrily and pulled Wangchen away from his junior sister: "Don't you want to live anymore? Can you touch her? Can you touch a damn slave?"

Wangchen struggled twice, easily pushed down by the traitor's translator, and endured his punches and kicks with his head held.

"Stop!" The young junior sister rushed out and pushed him away.

"Hehe, little beauty." The traitor translator reached out to pinch her jaw. The little junior sister was so scared that she shivered all over and retreated repeatedly.

The traitor translator is not qualified to touch her, but her experience these days left a terrible psychological shadow, instinctively trembling and fear.

"Little junior sister, I will save you, I will definitely save you, at all costs, believe me, live, believe me..."

This memory came to an abrupt end with the crying begging of the demon Tao, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically.

Li Xianyu looked around and was shocked to find that he was in a dim dungeon with two rows of oil lamps lit on the walls, emitting a dim light. The air was filled with the smell of dampness and corruption.

In the cell in front there was a man with disheveled hair, with gray hair on his temples, his hands were hung high by iron chains on the wall, and two huge iron balls were bound on his feet. With him as the center, the ground was engraved with complex and bright red spells.

"Wangchen, you are doomed. Why not join me and I will help you out of the siege!" Through the tattered clothes, a red light lit up in the man's body, unable to breathe, as if he was breathing.

Slime?!

Li Xianyu's pupils shrank slightly, staring at Wangchen with his disheveled hair. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, who else could have slimes in the world besides demons?

Where is this, how could he be here?

What about the plot of Wanshen Palace? Have you deleted it?

Wangchen lowered his head and ignored Slime's temptation.

"I'm so stubborn, why bother? You are the big devil who everyone can kill. Even the master sect will execute you. Look at your good master and trick you into Quanzhen into imprisoning here."

"The feelings of master and apprenticeship and nurturing that you like can be abandoned in your master's eyes. He only wants to get me."

"What else in this world is worthy of your attachment? Combining with me is your only way out."

The slime eighty years ago was less cheap, but the nature of the talkative trolls has not changed. Then why did the slime later become so cheap... Li Xianyu would never admit that this was his own reason.

"Quanzhen Sect... imprisoned..." Li Xianyu suddenly reacted. Eighty years ago, major forces in the blood-borne world killed him after paying a heavy price after the Quanzhen Sect encircled the demon path. They completely ended this arrogant devil.

In the records of Taoism and Buddhism, this battle is called: Quanzhen Rebellion!!

Finally, I finally got to this point.

Li Xianyu remembered the first time he went back to the memories of the demonic Taoism, and saw the sunny boy who was lively and carefree, lying under the pine tree to take a nap. The pretty and cute girl under the stone waved her arms and shouted crisply: "Senior Brother Wangchen."

Thinking of the Battle of Changsha, Wangchen fled day and night with Senior Sister Taisu on his back, both physically and mentally exhausted, and finally both were rescued.

Thinking of the fall of Changsha, the disciples of Quanzhen Sect were killed and injured, and all Yi Shikang in the blood-born world died.

Thinking of the long-lasting reunion, Wangchen and Taisu kissed passionately under the shade of the tree, and they couldn't help but feel in love. He witnessed the couple's love from falling in love with each other to knowing each other. Although the process inevitably caused a little sadness and anger that was cuckolded by Wangchen.

I remembered the pitiful young sister in the slave camp and the painful and despair of Wangchen...

He witnessed a life of an extremely hero who was ups and downs, full of ups and downs and tragic, and finally came to an end here.

History is a girl who can be fiddled with, and she can pose whatever she wants.

The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the corridor, and a figure gradually approached by the shaking oil lamp light. He was wearing a neat Taoist robe and an ebony Taoist hairpin between his hair. He looked handsome, but cold and indifferent.

Forget about love!!

There was a bit more maturity and vicissitudes between Wangqing's eyebrows, but he did not look old. Li Xianyu looked at Wangchen again. His temples were already gray and his hair was already growing.

He walked outside the fence and looked at Wangchen, who was disheveled with expressionless expression. For a long time, for a long time...

"The master said that as long as you hand it over, you can avoid death." Wangqing opened the door of the fence and stepped into the prison. He stopped in front of Wangchen: "You have been like this since you were a child. You are actually better than anyone else and stubborn than anyone else. But now you no longer need to nod."
To be continued...