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The difference between a slave and a servant, the mark on a slave's face, the mark of shame, the mark of a slave's life.

Branded on the forehead of the slave with a red-hot iron, it was very obvious, allowing people to see it with a single glance. The marks of the different races were different, so wherever the slave went, the mark on his forehead showed which tribe's slave he belonged to.

The sealing mark was the symbol of each clan, and each clan had its own mark.

The Dragon Horse was the totem of the Da Yue branch. If there was a Dragon Horse on its forehead, it would definitely be a slave that belonged solely to Wang Ting.

In the middle of the mark was a blank spot. It was the shape of a white dog. Other than the totem of the tribe, the slaves of the other families and nobles also had something else to prove their identity and belonging. There was another brand, which was also the most common.

There were also some slaves who wore iron chains around their necks, as well as badges representing their family. However, this method was usually used on female slaves.

The only difference was that female slaves would not be branded on their foreheads to avoid damaging their looks, especially those who were pretty. Their looks were also the owner's wealth.

Usually, female slaves were branded on the collarbones, or their status was merely marked by iron chains. Once the iron chains were chained up, they would be unable to remove it for the rest of their lives. Even if they died, there would be no traces of freedom left behind. They would also be buried along with them.

There were no marks on the foreheads of the servants, but they would usually be marked with their identities and tied to the wrists with iron chains. There was still a difference between them and slaves.

A servant has the hope to disentangle his descendants from the status of a servant, and to become the master's subordinate and follower, with certain freedoms and rights. But slaves, they could only be slaves for the rest of their lives, generations after generations. No matter how outstanding they were or how outstanding their future generations were, this would not change.

The Huns of the Western Regions had a long-standing rule: slaves were not allowed to leave their slaves, especially those who were captured.

There were many slaves who were outstanding with unique features. No matter how outstanding they were, from generation to generation, they would only carry the humble burden of being slaves and serve their masters until their deaths.

Their only way out was to die!

"Sin slave, you are willing to burn the mark bestowed by the heavens on your forehead. For generations to come, the heavens will only serve you and die, never having a second heart."

He stretched out his hand to tear off the leather clothing covering his body, revealing the upper half of his body. He prostrated himself at the feet of the crabapple pear blossom. At this moment, he was only wearing a pair of leather pants. His clothes were discarded on the ground, and he could honestly see his master. Not only was he extremely respectful and petty, he was also proving to his master that everything he owned belonged to him, and he could be punished by his master.

The head tightly touched the toes of the crabapple pear, and the Sumeru Army almost cried. Gritting their teeth, they stretched out their hands and laid down at the feet of the crabapple pear.

The crabapple pear narrowed its eyes, and an endless cold light flashed in its pupils. The actions of the Xumi Army was also somewhat beyond his expectations. That former wild and unruly Xumi King, the untraceable and untraceable Xumi King, now wanted to use the Western Regions most noble etiquette to prostrate himself at his feet. He only wanted to beg and become the lowly slave under his feet.

It wasn't that his heart was without pride, but it wasn't that deep. To him, the Sumeru Army wasn't worth paying too much attention to.

The reason why they were willing to call the Sumeru army first was not because of the people of the Xumi army, nor did they place importance on the Xumi race. For many years, the Sumeru army had been the first to sweep the ground with the might of the heavens.

"Sinful slave Sumeru Army, please show grace and allow me to be your slave. I will serve you for generations to come."

The crabapple pear blossom slightly raised its head, looking down on the people of the Xumi Clan with its proud eyes. The people of the Xumi Clan all prostrated themselves on the ground like the Xumi Army.

Their king had already begged them to beg for forgiveness. He only wanted to be the lowly slave, so how could there be any accidents with their status?

Everyone's hearts were extremely gloomy. In this way, the entire Xumi Clan would be considered a single type of slave. He would burn the totem of the Great Moon Branch and be a slave for generations.

Such a fate wasn't what they wanted, but it was unavoidable. As they crawled on the ground, the Xumi Clan members' hearts were filled with endless despair.

At this point, regret was useless. Unless they had the will to completely obliterate the Xumi Clan, then in order to survive and allow the Xumi Clan to continue reproducing, they could only accept such a fate.

"Wuyou, why are you not saying anything? For this matter, Worryfree has the most right to speak. As long as you are willing to speak, I will definitely let you be satisfied with what you have done to them. "

The Sumeru army bit down on their tongues once again, causing pain and blood to spill out from their mouths. She had long since seen Nightmare holding back, sitting by Dan Yu's side, not even sparing him a glance.

There was a faint smile on her charming face. In that instant, her brilliance caused one to be absent-minded.

Only, he did not dare to take an extra look, and only hurriedly glanced out of the corner of his eyes before prostrating himself deeply in worship of the crabapple pear.

Goodbye, our identities are even more different. She is sitting alone at the side, soon to become a single large family, greatly doted upon.

He was just a servant alone at his feet. Now, he had to plead even more bitterly. He begged for grace, accept him as a slave, and serve him for the rest of his life, unable to be released for generations to come.

Yue Chanjuan smiled lightly, "Simply being satisfied, is there anything that chenqie isn't satisfied with? I will let whatever you decide be up to you."

"Don't you have any thoughts?"

"Nope."

Yue Chanjuan's tone was indifferent and calm. She didn't even glance at the Xumi Army and hid her emotions. Leaving a smiling and affectionate look in the eyes, looking at the pear blossoms.

"You're willing to become a slave? Even so, do you think that you can seek forgiveness from me?"

His tone wasn't cold, it was just indifferent, indifferent to everything that was cruel. Not leaving a trace of hope was like a lifeless desert, making one despair to the extreme.

"This is a crime that I dare not commit, but please be kind to me. Please punish me harshly. All he wanted was to be the sole benefactor. He wanted to bestow grace on the Xumi race through the sincerity of the sinners. "Sinful slave, I await your orders."

"Men, pull the Sumeru army down and whip them for 50 years, brand them with slave seals."

These words were like a sharp icicle that pierced deep into the heart of the Xumi Army.

Someone came up and dragged the Sumeru army away. The Sumeru army didn't make a sound and allowed Wang Ting's guards to drag him down for torture. From today onwards, his status was only that of a lowly slave.

The red-hot iron carried a blazing heat as it magnified in front of the eyes of the Xumi Army.