Chapter 576

After this incident, the severe face was broken and the body was smashed by the whip. The slave seemed to have lost his sexual interest, and he was like any ordinary slave. @乐@文@小@说|

Strictly become more silent, he thinks about how to go with the slave every day, but when he saw the original war, he forced the idea to be pressed.

The original battle survived, but he lost the momentum of the past and became dead all day.

Hearly heard that there were slaves and Wuyuan who had been lucky enough to survive, complaining that if he had promised to be a slave, he and his two children could live a little better, that is, other slaves could suffer less. Not that the children are killed, the men are made / people, and so many people are still dead.

Wuyuan saw that he was also talking about it.

Strictly, I have to do double work in one day. This is a requirement of a slave, otherwise the original battle will have to be done.

But how do you work in the original battle of limbs without limbs?

The slave said that he could give him the foot pad to warm his feet.

How can it be possible to let the original war go to that insult!

Going out early and late every day, when I came back, I was too tired to kneel down. But no, he had to help the original battle to turn over, he had to deal with the excrement, he had to give him a body, feed him water to feed the food, and he was asked to find herbs to treat the semi-rotted wounds.

"Kill me." The man begged him again.

Strictly ignored, only silently wiped his body with snow.

"Kill me!" The man whispered.

He was put in the hay and took the snow to feed him.

The man began to squat and closed his lips and refused to open.

Strictly drink the water into his mouth, and then he bowed into the man's mouth like the previous few times.

In the middle of the night, the original battle caused a low embarrassment due to injury.

Strictly stretched out and touched him, feeling hot.

People have a fever!

Strictly sit up immediately, go out to dig snow, and want to use the snow to wipe him back. This method is dangerous, but he has no other means to help him with a fever. In winter, I just can't find herbs!

The man's body is good, and he burned it, but he still saved him back, but then the man didn't want to talk to him again.

"Do you hate me?" One day, he whispered to him with a lover.

The original war turned, his eyes were sore and strange: How could I hate you?

"Then why don't you talk to me? I stick to today..." Who are you?

The original gaze is even more sad: I know that you can persist until today for me, but the more I do not want to drag you down, you should go to the lake to look at your own appearance, you are now more than the dead Only.

"Why are we so weak?" The stern heart was shaken. He didn't want to say the following sentence, but he still said: "Why didn't anyone come to save us?"

“Is the bones really strong enough to resist?”

“Why don’t everyone join forces to resist?”

“Is it not a legend that there are powerful blood soldiers in other places? Why don’t they appear?”

God blood warrior? what is this? Strictly think that this term is very important, it is important that he forgets what he wants to say with his lover, and he starts to think hard.

Day after day, the severity is getting tired.

He hopes to see that his lover smiles at him after he returns, even if the other party can't move, but as long as he can support him, he will be much better. But the original battle is like a dumb, only one heart is begging for death.

He knew that the wounds that had been painful in the original battle, the wounds that could not be healed, and the situation like a human stick made him fall to the lowest valley. He could not find hope for survival.

Maybe death is the best relief for him?

Slightly sneer in my heart, in fact, you also hope that he will die soon, you can not stand the current life torment, right? Look, this is what the slave wants to let you know. He wants you to know that all love and affection will be ruined in the face of long-term illness, and even turned into disgust and hatred!

No, I can't be on him, I want to be better for my war!

Strictly put more energy into taking care of his lover.

One day, the slave head found him again. Strictly touching his face, he suddenly found that the wound on his face was almost as good as the damage on his body surface.

He wants revenge strictly, but he does not have strong force. He can only use his mind and body.

Strictly afraid of the misunderstanding of the original war, he specifically told his plan: "The slave has come to me again. He tempted me with food and wound medicine. I decided to promise him. I want to kill him. Only when he is close to him has a chance." You understand, right?"

The original war issued a long-lost hoarse voice: "No... don't go."

Strictly kissed him, "You can rest assured, I will not let him get so easy, spring is coming, I will match herbs, even if he can not kill him, I will poison him."

The original battle was excited. "No! He knows you want to kill him. He is just playing with you!"

"I know." The calm look is calm. "But I have only this opportunity."

The original battle closed his eyes painfully.

The next day, he began to implement his own plan, and the seduce of the slaves immediately revealed that he could not bear the meaning of life now.

In the evening, the original war again pleaded with him not to implement such a revenge plan that he even took in, let him wait for the opportunity.

Strictly unwilling to wait any longer, he firmly believes that he can kill the slave. The last failure was only because he had just woken up from a serious illness, and he did not know enough about the reality, and his mind was still not clear.

But now he wants to understand, and has a certain grasp of the surrounding environment, including the character and preferences of the slaves. He believes that he can retaliate successfully without being occupied as much as possible.

The third day, the fourth day... Strictly day and day, the slaves are getting closer and closer.

The slaves saw that his gaze changed. The people of this tribe saw him as unbelievable. Wuyuan and others saw that he had a kind of sorrow that fell to such a point, while other slaves said everything.

Some people started to say something in the original ear.

Strictly got some better wound medicine, and I also configured a little. The original war wounds showed signs of recovery.

Slightly a little happy.

Spring has really come, and everything has begun to recover.

On this day, I was very happy to tell the original war, saying that the slaves began to believe that he really had to rely on it.

That night, the original war looked at him very tenderly and looked at him for a long time.

He thought that the original war was good because of his injury, and he was in a good mood, so he would reveal this expression that he had not seen for a long time.

The next day, he went out and worked hard with the slaves. In the afternoon, he came back early and wanted to surprise the original battle. Today he brought back a piece of meat.

As soon as he stepped into the earthen house, a thick **** smell came from his mouth. His lover crouched at the door, and the soil under his body had been soaked with blood!

His battle, his lover, moved to the door by one leg, and used the wooden thorns at the door to cut the artery inside the thigh, letting himself bleed to death.

Strictly squatting at the door for a long time.

Before the other slaves of the Tsuchiya returned, they slammed the original battle back to the bed, dug away the muddy soil at the door, and brought in new soil.

No one knows that the original war is dead, when he just fell asleep.

At dawn, he went to the slaves with the same ignorance. He told the slaves that he could no longer stand to wait for a person to be crippled and had secretly killed him.

The slaves did not believe it. They sent people to see that they found that the original battle was dead and not a normal death.

Strictly reaffirmed the meaning of surrender, and the slaves were nervously waiting for him in the mood of teasing.

He smiled and agreed, but he said that he had not soaked water in winter, his body was dirty and he wanted to take a hot bath.

The slave promised, and people burned hot water for him.

Slightly wash halfway and invite slaves together.

The slaves laughed and undressed and jumped into the tub.

Strictly rub him back and tease him with his fingers.

The slave only felt happy like a fairy. When he spurred the essence in his harsh hands, the whole person was so intoxicated that he closed his eyes and never woke up.

Because there was no wound on the slave, and it died suddenly after venting. The smelter also sent pharmacists to check it. No traces of poisoning were found in the slaves. Finally, the slave’s heart was diagnosed to cause sudden death. Silence to death.

After the revenge, he became a lonely man and sat in the earthen house for ten days.

Although he escaped death, he did not escape punishment and was beaten with only one breath.

He is still alive and hard.

The tribe began to get close to him and take care of him. Although there is no evidence, everyone believes that the death of slaves must be related to strictness.

His body is not completely good, and he is asked to go out to work by the new slave.

The old is dead, the new one is coming again, and he and his people still live in pain.

Old, strong, small, small, one ethnic group died for various reasons, most of them died of labor, illness, cold and hunger, more people died in the expansion of the bones In the soil.

The old slaves died, and the new ones sent more.

The slaves oppress the slaves, the strong slaves bully the weak, the males bully the females, the adults bully the old and the children, the sinister bullying is honest and kind...

Listening to the mourning of the slaves every day, listening to their miserable sorrows, listening to their petitions, complaints and curses, listening to their ignorant ignorance, and suddenly stunned.

What is the use of a slave? He will send a new slave, he will kill the new one, and the third and fourth.

As long as the refining bones are still there, they will always be bullied and insulted, and even the slaves themselves are bullying themselves.

He made a mistake, his enemies are not a small slave, but the whole bones!

But how can he fight against the powerful smelter?

Strictly looking at the people on the lake who are getting weaker and weaker in heavy labor day after day, almost desperate.

He was not willing to start trying various kinds of resistance.

Secretly uniting with other slaves, secretly sending letters to ask for help, secretly using the ancient gods to pass on and seduce the slaves to get more resources and support...

He did a lot, but he also suffered a lot.

His luck was too bad, he wanted to unite the slaves to resist and defect, but he was swindled and betrayed. That time he lost one eye and one hand.

In secretly asking for help, but like the bottom of Shishen Lake, not long after, he saw some of the messengers sent by the big forces, and they were friendly with the bones.

The temptation to the slaves also failed. These slaves all had slave bone control. They did not dare to betray the bones, and they all knew the "good things" he had done. Every slave who took over was wary of him. .

He wants to start his own poison and die at the top of the bones, but he can't even enter the bone city.

In this way, in the day-to-day efforts and waiting, he is old.

One day, he could no longer sit up from the bed. He thought: He was afraid that he could no longer wait for the day of freedom, and he could not let the enemy pay the price.

Before he died, he couldn't help cursing God: "The thief God! I cursed you! Why? What have we done wrong? Why do we want to live this life? Why do we make us so miserable? Small people without power Is it damn? Should it be tortured and bullied? God, you are not fair! I am not willing to die!"

Unwilling to open his eyes again.

The sky is snowing.

A group of nearly red/naked slaves were pulled into the straw shed by ropes, where they were initially picked.

The slave who had made a mistake was shackled in the snow, and his body was frozen and purple. The unshaven face was a little familiar.

There is also a group of almost numb slaves nestled in a large straw shed, working barefoot in the low temperature of nearly minus 20 degrees.

A body was thrown into the snow and the body was covered by heavy snow.

In the earthen house next to it, the voice of the thing came, and the heavy gasp was accompanied by the crying and begging for the child.

Almost! Strictly thought he was still in the slave camp.

Fortunately, the cold snow fell on the face, let him quickly wake up from the swaying god.

Strictly, the two bone soldiers standing guarded at the entrance of the Tuwu house were made into slag, and the door of the earthen house was opened with one foot.

The slave who is doing the thing in the door is scared and turned back: "Who!"

The slave only saw the heavy snow flying into the door, but did not see a little shadow.

The slave squatted out of the body, and he wanted to continue doing it, but the cold wind outside would mean pouring it inside. He could only get up and close.

"Hey!"

The slave feels a bit wrong, looking down and down.

"Ah-!" The slave screamed and screamed down the body.

The child lying on the ground climbed up and scared to the corner.

Strictly revealing the figure, he went to the child and gave him a bone. "Would you like to kill him? Go."

It seems that the child who is less than ten years old is clenching the bones and panting twice. Suddenly the little beasts rushed over and lifted the bones and tied them to the slave.

I don’t know if the child is too excited or not able to talk, and only makes a panting in the mouth.

"Kill you! Kill you!" The child finally made a complete voice, tears streaming his face, and quickly blown into the ice by the cold wind.

Strictly waiting for the slave to die, throwing his leather clothes to the child, licking his body and slamming it into the thick snow, and turning back to the children who came out: "Go to the house to find a place to hide, I will let you out, you will come out again."

The child whose emotions are still stirring is shivering coldly, holding on to the bones, listening to the silence, saying, turning around and running back to the earth house, and closing the door tightly. He is now a command and an action, and he is powerless to think about other things.

The snow-like snow covered the line of sight, and the action was fast enough. Nothing was found on the side of the house.

Strictly walk toward the body and make sure the other person is dead. Hey, this face looks a bit familiar.

The slain slave was dragged into the grass shed where someone worked, and the person who might enforce the criminal law did not want the slave to die.

Strictly take this time to look at his right hand, where it is no longer bright.

It's you, right?

His soul sea has a small sapling guard, basically it is impossible to be easily attacked by whose spiritual power. Only the guide that does not know where to ambush in his body is likely to avoid the small sapling and directly pull him into the illusion!

When Dudu was born, this stuff must be made from the body, even if...

Strictly suppress the anger, call the guide to view the latest information before, and I saw a warning message that is not punishable.

The illusion of the past is indeed not a punishment, just let him understand the situation of a weak person.

But this is not a warning of punishment is simply terrible!

Strictly hate itching. In order to let him deeply understand the weakness and grief of the weak, he gave him such a realistic and extreme fantasy. If he did not have a small sapling, he would always be able to keep a clear point. Maybe he would really fall into it. In that environment, sadness and anger are unrelenting!

But the effect is still caused.

Until now, he still remembers that he was seeing two children dead, saw the original battle to commit suicide to achieve his strategy, and saw the extreme collapse and super powerlessness of the familiar face when he died in front of him - even if he I have doubts in my heart and can't accept such a scene!

And the curse that he said before he died, that unwillingness, anger, resentment... until now he still echoes in his heart.

Strictly looking up at the slaves again, licking his face and whispering: "Okay, you won."

Therefore, the plan will never catch up with the change. He and the original war thought that he would use the smelting bones to make the whetstone of Jiuyuan, but everything he experienced in the illusion made him have to change his angle to look at the problem.

The longer the refining bones are in the Eastern Continent, the more the weak tribes, beasts, and beings will be pondered.

They don't want to resist the enemy, but they don't have strong organizers, they don't have rich backups, they don't have strong force, they don't have enough people, and the resistance is just to add materials to the bones.

He used to say: If you want others to respect you, you have to stand up and at least make an effort.

But now, through a fantasy, and then think of the situation that he just came to the world, his ideas have changed a bit.

Some people don't want to work hard, they don't want to resist, but they really don't have the capital to do this kind of thing!

"Do you want to tell me that the person can do more? I am so weak when I have no ability, I can only bully. And when I gain the ability to become strong, I should not only care about myself and the relevant people, but also should go Help other weak people who are unable to escape their own destiny, is this the case?"

I thought that I couldn't help but violate my own nature in the illusion, and prayed for the strong to help my own scene. If there was such a strong person at that time, would like to save them and be willing to help them revenge, he would be very happy. .

"First, let me say, I only do what I can do and see what I see. Others, don't count on it." It is not intended to be a sham of the saint.

I don't want to be led by the guide, but when I put myself into those slaves, my heart is as hard as he can't watch those people continue to struggle in pain and despair.

At this moment, I really want to see the original battle, and I really want to.

The author has something to say: Three chapters are finished! celebrate!

It’s great to have no debts!