At the beginning of Qin Shihuang, you said it was prehistoric

Mr. Storyteller stood up straight, turned over and hurried to the gold iron railing, raised his hands high, and kept swaying them, for fear that the generals would not see him.

only.

Meng Yi didn't look this way.

Instead, looking at those thorny practitioners, he asked directly:
"Have you figured it out yet?"

"This is the last time General Ben has come..."

"It is also the last chance for you to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, and turn your back on the evil!"

"Those who have figured it out, just nod."

After Meng Yi finished asking, the entire prison was still quiet, no one spoke, and no one nodded.

Except, the storyteller who nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice.

……

This is the situation at hand.

Meng Yi was actually not surprised.

There is a little regret in my heart, and a little emotion. Everyone's choice is different.

Meng Yi stepped forward and came not far from a practitioner, and asked:
"Are you sure you don't abandon the dark and turn to the light?"

The cultivator inside the prison door didn't nod his head, and didn't answer, so he shouldn't answer.

"Take him out."

"Be gentle."

"Stay decent."

Meng Yi ordered lightly.

The jailer obeyed the order and opened the cell door, and two soldiers entered the cell, lifted the practitioner gently, and escorted him out.

"What about you?"

"Is that also the case?"

Meng Yi came to the prison door of another practitioner. The practitioner inside, with rounded beautiful eyes, seemed to want to yell and curse.

However, looking at Meng Yi's indifferent and stern expression, the practitioner thought about it and decided to forget it.

Why embarrass both parties?
last moment.

Walk decently.

pretty good.

So, the cultivator slowly got up, and strode to the prison door, without saying a word, just facing the fine gold iron bar, reflecting the reflection above, stretched out a hand, and tidied up the messy strands of hair .

Meng Yi waited quietly on the sidelines, and only after the cultivator finished sorting out did he open his mouth and say:

"Take it out."

At this moment in the big prison, everything is silent, only the sound of the jailer opening the door, two sergeants entered the cell, gently lifted the practitioner, and escorted him out.

……

that's it.

Meng Yi went around the prison, questioning one by one, and brought out practitioners one after another.

Seeing the situation in the prison, Mr. Storyteller's heart feels chilled...

"What's the matter?"

"Isn't it because you failed to assassinate Emperor Qin, are you willing to gamble and admit defeat?"

"This atmosphere... makes Mr. Ben's blood boil... It seems that he has to die with him to make sense..."

"That's not right!"

"Don't play the cards according to the routine!"

Mr. Storyteller, he shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of these messy thoughts.

However, he immediately reacted, he couldn't shake his head, he had to nod!
The storyteller kept nodding, but no one answered.

"Going out for a..."

"Another one went out..."

"Why don't you come and ask me?"

"what happened?"

"It's over, it's over..."

"Could it be? Aren't you going to eat fat intestines today?"

"I want to eat instead?!"

"No... no way..."

"I'm still young! I'm..."

Just when the storyteller was guessing wildly, there was no one in the cell.

There were only a few people who kept nodding.

Under such circumstances, finally someone, unable to bear the pressure, kept nodding his head, wanting to survive.

In other words, he wants to take refuge in Daqin temporarily.

As for whether it is really an expedient measure to take refuge in Daqin temporarily, only they themselves know.

There are things.

Once you let go of the reserve in your heart and find a reason, then...

After the so-called surrender, break into the enemy's interior.

Such people.

Can't say no.

but.

Too little.

……

Meng Yi went around the prison, dealt with all the people who were to be dealt with, and took them out again, a few practitioners who had turned their backs on the dark side.

Except, the storyteller.

Mr. Storyteller.

People are stupid.

Just now.

Meng Yi turned back to the prison again, stood in the distance, pointed in the direction of the storyteller, stretched out his hand, pointed, and said:

"Take that man out."

"Here!"

After Meng Yi's voice fell, two menacing soldiers came over, opened the cell door, and directly pushed the storyteller out.

Mr. Storyteller's legs were weak and his eyes were dull, but he still didn't want to give up, so he yelled loudly:
"General!"

"Wrong! Wrong!"

"Is there some misunderstanding?!"

"I am willing to cast aside darkness and turn to light!"

"willing!"

"I am willing! Nodding all the time!"

Mr. Storyteller saw that these officers and soldiers ignored them and went straight to the outside. He became more anxious and shouted loudly again:
"I am..."

"for……"

for?Why?
Mr. Storyteller didn't say it, why?It's just that the expression is agitated, and I want to explain, but I don't know how to explain it, and I can't explain it. I want to struggle, but I can't struggle.

soon.

The storyteller was kicked out by two soldiers.

Get out of the cell.

He was released from the capital prison.

It went directly to Qingshi Avenue in the capital of the Great Qin Kingdom.

"Snapped!"

The two soldiers directly threw the storyteller to the ground.

Afterwards, the two turned around and left without looking back. The generals had other things to do, and they were too lazy to waste time with this storyteller, crying and screaming, as if they were about to go to the execution ground.

Look at those practitioners, how stubborn are they?
It's not like this person.

Not tough at all.

……

Outside the capital prison, on Qingshi Avenue.

Mr. Storyteller was slammed to the ground, still yelling:

"Ah yo hello!"

"Didn't it be agreed to keep a face?"

"I am..."

"for?"

"Well? What about people?"

"This is? This is coming out?!"

The storyteller was stunned, he kept rubbing his buttocks that hurt from the fall, turned his head around, and looked around...

Those sergeants had already left on horseback.

"so far so good."

"No one else saw it!"

"This is outside the prison in the capital. On weekdays, no one comes here."

"It would be embarrassing to be thrown in a busy street with people coming and going..."

Mr. Storyteller, while muttering in his mouth, slowly got up, and at the same time, he couldn't help laughing:
"Mr. Ben said that he will come out today!"

"Eat it if you don't come out..."

"To be honest, I really want to eat fat intestines..."

"Let's go."

"Go and eat!"

"It's just the Yuanji fatty sausage, that taste, tsk tsk tsk..."

The storyteller put his hands on his waist and limped away gradually.

A breeze blows.

There seemed to be faint words floating in the wind.

"Wait until it rises."

"Look at me again..."

"Stir the wind and rain!"