Is the Qilin Child So Timid?

"Trying to run? Get back here!" Zhang Fei yanked the whip backward, and Jiang Wei was dragged back by the brute force, losing his balance and falling flat on his face.

The soldiers beside them swarmed forward and pinned Jiang Wei to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

Jiang Wei knocked his head against the earth, thinking that rather than be handed over to Ma Chao for torture, he would rather die at the hands of this black brute.

"Kill me, then. If Jiang Wei so much as furrows his brow, I'm no hero."

Zhang Fei squatted down and looked at Jiang Wei with a chuckle. "Didn't expect you to be such a spirited steed. You're quite to my liking. Help him onto Wuzhui's back. I'll guard him myself."

"Ah, well... General, you..." Unable to think of a reason to persuade him, Zhang Da changed the subject. "Wuzhui would be carrying too much with the two of you on him. How about we do it as before? This subordinate can guard him for you."

Zhang Fei paid it no mind. "We'll switch horses every half day. It'll be a good chance for me to build some rapport with Boyue. I hear you like the Confucian classics annotated by Zheng Kangcheng, Zheng Xuan? Why not explain them to me on the road? Don't let the fact that Old Zhang is a rough man fool you—I hold scholars in great respect."

Jiang Wei wore a blank expression. Zhang Fei wanted to build rapport with him? His body shuddered involuntarily. Even if you respected scholars, it didn't change the fact that you were delivering me to Ma Chao to be tortured.

Heavens above.

Before Jiang Wei could lament further, he was helped onto Wuzhui. Then a powerful oppressive presence pressed against him