Gu Liubai thought about it and asked seriously: "Then do you think there is any other possibility?"

Wuai felt that there was absolutely no other possibility.

The layout of a big man often only leads to a collapsed situation when another big man enters the market.

Here, he is like a local emperor.

But in front of those real big shots, he was not even as good as a dog.

"Where did the martial arts you taught them come from?" Gu Liubai shook his hatchet casually and asked at Wu'ai.

Wu'e's face changed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to live."

Gu Liubai said calmly: "As long as you stand on my side, the nobles of Chang'an will allow you to survive."

All the women in the hall were already surrounded by a pile, covering their bodies with broken brocade cloth as much as possible. But at this time, when Gu Liubai said that the nobles of Chang'an would allow Wu Ai to survive, their eyes suddenly felt deeper despair.

"A seventh-grade practitioner is valuable in the eyes of any noble man in Chang'an." Gu Liubai added calmly.

He spoke extremely righteously.

He did not lie. The seventh-grade practitioners are indeed fragrant buns. Those nobles in Chang'an are going to rush to use them, but he is not the nobles in Chang'an. The nobles in Chang'an can tolerate Wu'ai's life and have nothing to do with whether he is chopping Wu'ai today.

No one will die tonight.

...

This is definitely the reason! I am a seventh-grade monk and fragrant steamed bun!

Wu'e was hesitating, but when he heard this, hope suddenly rose in his eyes and said directly: "I tell you, my martial arts were also taught by a noble man from Chang'an."

Gu Liubai frowned slightly, "What kind of noble man?"

Wu'ai shook his head and said, "I don't know his name, and I haven't even seen his true face."

Gu Liubai looked at him with some disgust and said in a cold voice: "If you just want to be so hurt like this, chat with me slowly for a night, and I can chat with you slowly."

Wuai was stunned, but the more disgusted Gu Liubai looked, the more he felt that he might survive. So he quickly said, "I committed a crime and was locked in the prison of Wannian County. When I was about to die of illness, I was dragged out and threw it into a wasteland. There was a carriage there. The nobleman inside told me some methods of practice. I followed the practice and survived. Later, although this nobleman met me several times, he sat in the carriage, but the voice sounded like a middle-aged man. Later, I was ordered to leave Chang'an and never saw this nobleman again. But he would contact me through letters."
Chapter completed!