Chapter 20

Coupled with the stimulation of the surrounding environment, Dashan and Mosquito were unabashedly furious, and Dashan's hot eyes peeping at his little slave seriously stimulated him.

In order to confirm his ownership, and even more to vent, Yuan Zhan turned the boy who was on the ground, lifted his leather skirt, spat a little in the palm of his hand, and pushed him up...

Yan Mo squeezed the golden needle tightly, and he kept his mouth closed the whole time, refusing to scream.

Dashan let out an excited roar next to him.

The sweat of the man who was lying on top of him rolled down onto him drop by drop.

The whole square was filled with strange fiery air.

He actually had a chance to give the boy who was bullying him a shot, but he found that the people here had almost no concept of chastity, and looking at Dashan's expression, if Yuan Zhan fainted on him, he would definitely be able to drag Yuan Zhan to the side. , for him to press it up.

Even if he brings down the mountain, what about the others? There are not many warriors here without partners and slaves. Those people are all sharing a slave with their good brothers. Once he is not protected by the master and the master's friends, his fate will never be better than those of the tribes who share slaves.

Yan Mo, Yan Mo, this is no longer the civilized society you used to live in, this is another world, barbaric, crude, and direct. If you want to survive in this world, and you want to earn a good living environment for you and your children who may come here in the future, you must become more powerful, and you must... learn to be patient first.

Patience, isn't this a skill you have learned a long time ago?

There's nothing intolerable, it's nothing at all.

In the end, Yan Mo was distracted and thought: Maybe I need to do a suture operation on myself afterwards, but what if my hands are not long enough?

The author has something to say:

About the degree of civilization of the alien world in the story.

This is a world of varying degrees of civilization, just like our current world, there are very developed regions and primitive tribes. This alien world is about five times the size of Earth.

Because some commercial jiāo flow (such as the exchange of items between tribes) will flow some information, some very primitive tribes will also have some concept words about more developed areas.

Chapter 15 The messenger of God is not as good as a pile of X!

At the end of the matter, Yuan Zhan lay on the boy's body, looking at the two small holes he dug out with his hands on the ground, he opened his mouth and took a bite on the boy's neck in satisfaction and a declaration of sovereignty.

Yan Mo trembled in pain.

Suddenly there were several gasping voices.

Yan Mo tilted his head, only then did he realize that there were several people around them watching them. These people, without exception, are young warriors who look about the same age as Yuan Zhan, and they all look big and three thick.

Someone discussed with him in a hoarse voice: Come down quickly in the war, let me do it once, and I will use twenty red dates in exchange. "As he said that, he hurriedly reached out and touched Yan Mo.

Yuan Zhan opened the thief's hand with a slap. He doesn't want to change now, not at all.

Yuanshan looked at Yan Mo and licked his lower lip, and asked directly: Should we change? "

No change, nothing. "Yuan Zhan got up from the boy and touched his thighs. He felt blood on his hands. He immediately put the man on his shoulders, pushed away the people who were in the way, and left the square.

Seeing Yuan Zhan leave, those few people scolded him for being stingy and surrounded Yuanshan together.

Yuanshan was not angry even when he was rejected, he pulled up Mosquito and wanted to exchange with them? The old rules, if you want, you can go, everything is yours. If you don't want to, let's go to the square to eat barbecue, we can have a full meal tonight. "

Mosquito Sheng hesitated for a moment, he was a little moved by the red dates, but after touching his butt, he decided to keep his stomach full tonight.

Yuan Zhan carried the man back to the tent and found that his house was unexpectedly clean.

He thought that Kusamachi was diligent, but he didn't know that it was his slave who couldn't stand the strange smell, bugs, and thick dust in the tent since he found out that his leg bones had grown. He just spent two days cleaning the tent.

Throwing the person on the bed, Yuan Zhan turned around and hung up the tent curtain. It was still light outside, so there was no need for a torch.

Yan Mo squirmed on the bed, turned his body, and laid himself face up.

Master, please get me some big thistle leaves, please? thank you. "Yan Mo said calmly. As long as he has the conditions, he will never treat himself. When someone is qiángbào, he doesn't want to take care of himself after the event, but he keeps playing with himself. Only people with negative IQs will do it. stupid thing.

Yuan Zhan walked up to him, knelt down on one knee on the haystack, and suddenly grabbed the boy's right leg and tore off all the wooden slats he was tied to.

Owner? "The boy made a sincere expression.

Yuan Zhan flicked away all the leaves covering the wound, his fingers gently slid over the intact skin, and your legs really grew. "

Yan Mo was a little surprised, how did he see it? He was confident that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him pretending.

If your leg hasn't healed yet, you won't walk with the way you walk and look like the one I just saw. "Anyone who has also suffered a serious leg injury and is still dragged down by it knows this all too well.

What's more, when I gān you, you

Both legs were struggling. "

Yan Mo suddenly laughed. I'm sorry, I'm inexperienced. Next time, I'll pretend so that you won't be able to see any flaws. "

Who are you? " Yuan Zhan's hand pressed against the boy's chest, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Whether to continue fooling around or make a little confession, Yan Mo considered the various anomalies that he might show in the future, and it would undoubtedly be very difficult for him to hide from this wise boy before he left the titular master.

With a joking tone, Yan Mo said: I am a god. "

Yuan Zhan's eyes widened suddenly.

the messenger of ... "

Yan Mo looked at the young man's expression, just about to make a big flick, Yuan Zhan moved!

Just like a leopard suddenly getting angry and powerful, the young man pressed down on the young man, grabbed the young man's neck with his hand, and roared fiercely: Shut up! I'll kill you if you talk nonsense! "

...Why is this development different from what he imagined?

I really am..."

Snapped! " Yuan Zhan slapped him hard.

Yan Mo was beaten on the spot until his nose and mouth bleed, and his head was buzzing for a long time before returning to normal. Yan Mo squeezed the rotten fur under his body, and he would remember this stroke!

It's not that Yuan Zhan didn't see the hatred in the boy's eyes, he didn't care.

It is normal for slaves to hate their masters.

Being killed by a resentful slave, it was just that the master was so useless that even his own slave could not surrender.

He wanted to subdue the boy and let him be his slave obediently in the future, but if he was still disobedient, he didn't mind killing him to make winter cured meat.

You are not some kind of messenger of God. "Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's neck and said every word.

uh uh! "Yan Mo's face was flushed from being pinched, and he wanted to break the young man's hands with both hands.

But that hand was like a pair of iron pliers, no matter how he pushed, pulled, pulled, or grasped, it wouldn't move.

Remember, let me hear you say something like that in the future and I'll cut your tongue off! "

Hmm..." Yan Mo was out of breath as he stepped on his legs desperately. To do it, or not to do it?

kill him! Kill this rǔ own bastard!

No, can't kill, kill him, you can't live either.

Then kill him!

No, I can't be sure that the danger in the future is too great. This guy is dead. 80% of him will be transferred to someone else, and 20% of him may be used as a reserve grain for his friends for the winter.

Listening to this bastard's tone is not to kill him, he has endured it until now, if he makes a move now, he will only bào reveal his roots. Killing this master does not guarantee that his next master will be a good master.

Anyway, this person rescued him when he was seriously injured and dying. Anyway, this person didn't get on him when he couldn't move. Anyway, this person asked someone to take care of him before he left. Anyway...he didn't take himself. In exchange for food!

Kill him or abolish him, can you escape? Can you survive outside? Can you... escape the punishment of the guide?

Yan Mo, you have to think clearly!

The young man who controls the life and death of the boy is completely unaware that his life has gone back and forth several times in someone's fierce ideological struggle.

Yuan Zhan let go of his hand and let the boy breathe.

Yan Mo inhaled too quickly, choked in the air, and immediately covered his neck and coughed until the whole person seemed to be dying.

Yuan Zhan's eyes swept across the boy's legs, frowning, the blood still hasn't stopped.

Yan Mo coughed so badly, and with the shock to the wound at the back, tears fell from the pain.

I, I'm just joking..." Yan Mo gasped and stammered to change his words.

Maybe you are really a disciple of the Yanshan priest, maybe you are not. Yuan Zhan stroked the boy's thigh stained with dirt and blood and moved up a little bit.

I don't care who you are, you are just my slave now. Even if you are really the messenger of God..." Yuan Zhan showed a contemptuous and ironic sneer, grabbed the young man's lifeblood and clenched it tightly.

Yan Mo screamed in pain! The body suddenly curled into shrimp.

Neither are you now. "Yuan Zhan bowed his head, bit the boy's ear and said, "Unless you want to die."

Why...why do you say that? "Yan Mo grabbed the young man's sturdy arm and asked in a trembling voice, he needed to know the reason.

Yuan Zhan felt that the young man should have remembered the lesson, let go of his hand, and pinched his face. It is not uncommon for races with good recovery ability. It is said that some gods of the temple and the great witches of some tribes can even bring everything back to life. Even they dare not say that they are the messengers of God. "

Yan Mo wiped away his tears. He deeply felt that his current situation was worse than being thrown into the most chaotic and worst prison. At least doctors were respected there, and most people would not provoke doctors easily.