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If it was anyone else who dared to offend the Barbarian King, they would not end up dead, but tortured to death!

Falcon slave, this was the name he gave to this stubborn and proud slave because he refused to say his own name. He thought that the fact that he had fallen to the northern region to become a slave and mentioned his previous name was a disgrace to the family. So he gave the name Falcon Slave.

Falcons, falcons, mean unruly, stubborn and strong, just like this little slave.

Slave, the Barbarian King wanted him to never forget that he was only a slave, a lowly slave who had to obey his master!

No matter how arrogant and stubborn the falcon was, it would still be trained by a good hunter to be the most obedient slave, following the master's orders.

To the Barbarian King, the Falcon Slave was that kind of falcon, and he was the best master!

The Barbarian King embraced the Falcon slave with joy and satisfaction. It had been difficult for him to sleep for many days. At this moment, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

As he snored, the Falcon Slave suddenly opened his eyes. He did not sleep, nor did he sleep!

The humiliation from so many years ago had once again returned to his heart and body. The pain from the wounds caused by the past to deepen his incomparably dark memories. Everything seemed to have happened yesterday. It was so clear that everything was still fresh in his mind!

That year, his entire family was killed by the people of the northern region. The only survivor was him.

However, he would rather have been killed along with his family. Back then, he was young, had a delicate and beautiful appearance, and was taken by the people of the Northern Reaches to the Northern Reaches as a girl. From that moment onwards, he had lived in a nightmare, in hell!

This kind of life would not last for long, he thought. He hoped that he could die as soon as possible. To him, dying like this was the best way to free himself from his current predicament.

At that moment, the Barbarian King saw him and asked him to come over.

At that time, the Barbarian King had just taken over the position of clan leader. It had been extremely easy for him to obtain a slave. This was the honor that the Barbarian King had bestowed to his subordinates.

One option was to willingly become his slave, his own slave. The guarantee he got was that he no longer had to suffer and be touched by others.

Or, stay where you are until you are tortured to the point where you can no longer breathe!

He chose to kneel, to crawl up to the master, to kiss his feet, to show absolute submission, to be his voluntary slave. From then on, his name was the Falcon Slave.

The person who understood the Barbarian King the best was not the Barbarian King's concubine, nor was it the Barbarian King's family, nor was it the Barbarian King's subordinate. It was him!

When it came to him, the Barbarian King was willing to pluck the moon from the sky for him. He was not stingy and gave him his most precious treasure, giving it to him for him to choose from. Treat him gently as if he were holding a fragile, priceless jade.

After the female slave was favored by the master, she had to kneel down at the master's feet to thank the master for his favor.

Slave Falcon had special privileges. He had never thanked his master, and had even offended him countless times, just like today.

This privilege had also been bestowed upon him by his master. He didn't know why the Barbarian King would tolerate him so much. When there were people around, he would try his best to follow the rules of a slave. When there were only him and the Barbarian King, the Barbarian King would tolerate all of his impudence, mockery, and arrogance. He smiled bitterly. Perhaps it was because he was so stubborn and unyielding that the Barbarian King was even more interested in him.

He curled his lips and looked at the sleeping Barbarian King indifferently.

Yes, he would never leave the Barbarian King, nor would he allow the Barbarian King to leave him. That was because he was going to bring the Barbarian King to hell!

He smiled, his smile peerlessly beautiful. If he had to drag the Barbarian King to hell, he would be very willing. Because he had already lived in the Infernal Realm for many years. No matter the cost, he wanted to let the Barbarian King have a taste of the Infernal Realm!