Chapter 1397

"If we become traitors, we will die when we go back. We can't say that our family will suffer. All the survivors on the battlefield have become prisoners. As long as we don't say that, the Lord of blood horse will think that we are all killed!

There's nothing wrong with helping the powers in this world. As long as we don't know our betrayal, even if we are restrained by the powers, it's nothing more than working for them. At least our family can get along well! "

In a dark and turbid cell, there were eight practitioners with different expressions sitting together on the wet concrete floor. A blind young man with a left eye was talking to them, and his face was a little twisted and excited.

he thought he was going to die in the battlefield, but who would have been saved by these powers,

the man with eyes Bai Jue's words are really reasonable. There is nothing shameful about traitors. As long as their identities are not exposed, they are still glorious disciples who died for the sake of the sect and their ideals. But once they are exposed, then... Nothing will be left!

"But elder martial brother!" Listening to these words, the young disciple, who still had some childishness on his face, suddenly raised his head and looked at the one eyed young man with some unacceptable looks.

he nodded timidly, glanced at his companions around him timidly, and said in a weak voice like mosquito singing:

"elder martial brother, let's do this... I'm a little sorry for the sect... If we are in the battlefield with other elder martial brothers in the future I met... Do we really want to face each other? "

The people sitting cross legged listened to the timid words of the younger martial brother, and the hope in their eyes suddenly became dim. They frowned, and their faces gradually became ugly,

"and... Our techniques are in the same line. As long as we are enemies, we will recognize each other!"

The younger martial brother looked at everyone's iron green faces, and his timidity became stronger. He murmured two times, then lowered his head and stopped talking.

The young man who had been persuading people before flashed a poisonous light in his right eye, and then he was in a relaxed posture. He couldn't help laughing,

"little younger martial brother, you're so worried. What can you think of? Can't those powers think of it?

They bought us a whole set of covert combat clothes that can interfere with the enemy's visual perception. As long as we don't use techniques, even if we stand face to face in front of our former classmates, they will never recognize us. "

"It's impossible to tell who is who through the details of each person's use of the technique...

as long as you hold a few points in the battle, the natural technique will change greatly. I don't need to teach you this!"

"But..." the younger martial brother raised his head and frowned. There was a trace of anxiety in his eyes. But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by another elder martial brother beside him. The man gave a wry smile and showed some helplessness in his eyes,

"OK! Younger martial brother, I know you are kind-hearted, but do we have any choice now?

Our biggest secret has been grasped by the powers. As long as we don't want our family to be implicated, we should try our best to hide ourselves. "

the rest of the people in the cell nodded one after another. They have no choice and no way out. Their only hope is not to let their family be implicated, even if they are against the old sects.