Chapter 916

wrong! I shouldn't be so weak! The battle shouldn't be so weak!

stand up! Resist him! Take his leather whip and bone knife! Get up, Yan Mo!

But no matter how much he screamed in his heart, the idea that he was strong in the war was just a good wish. In fact, they could only be bullied and insulted without being able to fight back!

They are weak, they are just controlled slaves, they are the lowest and most humble group of wretches, this is the reality!

Lord Priest! "

Daddy! "

Father! "

Someone couldn't help it anymore and rushed forward.

When the slave leader saw that something was wrong, he immediately sounded the bone whistle. This is a whistle that means someone is rebelling or making trouble in the slave camp. As soon as this whistle blows, soldiers will come to suppress and kill them.

I let you resist! How dare you burn me with a torch! Open your eyes and see clearly, this is what you will get if you offend me! "The slave head grabbed a little doll and held it high above his head.

Daddy! "

Dudu! "

Yan Mo lay on the ground, opened his eyes and raised his head.

The slave head smiled cruelly at him and threw the little baby he was holding high onto the rocks by the lake!

No--! "

The little baby fell from the stone, twitched twice and became motionless.

Yan Mo's whole body seemed to be frozen. He couldn't believe his eyes. How could his Dudu die like this? Die in front of him again?

And Dudu's death was just the beginning.

The slave leader grabbed Wu Guo, who was kicking and beating him wildly and resisting, and then sank him into the ice lake in front of Yan Mo.

Yan Mo struggled and wanted to rush over to save others, but Nutou deliberately let the bone soldiers catch him. He wanted him to watch his two sons being killed by him.

Yan Mo was extremely angry, but he didn't even have a chance to take revenge!

Daddy, save—well..." Wu Guo only struggled on the water for a short while before sinking.

Yan Mo stiffened.

Ahhhhh——! You devils! I'll kill you! "Yuan Zhan, who was covered in blood, also saw it. He risked his life and fought with the bone soldiers.

Qi Yuan and a group of slaves are also resisting the bone soldiers guarding them. They want to save Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo.

But the Bone Refining Clan warriors and a large number of bone soldiers came to support.

The commotion, which could not even be called a rebellion, was quickly suppressed.

The white snow on the east side of the lake was painted with a lot of blood, and was trampled to pieces and dirty.

One after another, the rebellious slaves were defeated, and Yuan Zhan was captured.

At this time, Yuan Zhan was already scarred.

The slave soldiers grabbed Yuan Zhan and came to Yan Mo, who was half frozen to death.

The bone soldier grabbed Yan Mo's hair and asked him to look forward.

Nutou grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it on the scar on his face. The pain made his skin tremble. High Priest Mo, watch carefully. Do you think I dare not kill him? I'll kill it for you now! I'm going to make you regret everything you did today! Remember, all the slaves who died today are because of you! "

Yuan Zhan spit out a mouthful of blood and shouted hoarsely: Mo, don't be afraid, look at me, I'm here. "

Yan Mo looked at him steadily.

The slave head raised the bone knife and cut off the man's left arm, then his right arm.

Yan Mo looked on as numbly as he could.

The slave leader suddenly felt bored when he saw that the two men were neither yelling nor shouting, but just looking at each other silently. He originally wanted to kill Yuan Zhan, but now he changed his mind. He cut off the man's leg with a knife, and then asked someone to bring a brazier over.

I remembered that he is still useful if you keep him, so it depends on his luck. If he doesn't die today, I won't kill him again. "The slave laughed wildly, took out the firewood from the tub and burned it on Yuan Zhan's wound.

Chapter 576 The weak and the strong

After this incident, Yan Mo's face was beaten badly and his body was bruised by the whip. The slave leader seemed to have finally lost his sexual interest in him and treated him like any ordinary slave.

Yan Mo became even more silent. He thought about how to die with Nutou every day, but when he saw Yuan Zhan, he forcefully suppressed this idea.

Yuan Zhan survived, but he lost his previous momentum and became lifeless all day long.

Yan Mo heard some slaves and Qi Yuan, who was lucky enough to survive, complain to him, saying that if he had agreed to the slave head, not only would he and his two children have a slightly better life, but other slaves would also suffer less. It’s not like all the children were killed, the men were made to be pigeons, and so many tribesmen died.

When Qi Yuan saw him, he hesitated to speak.

Yan Mo now has to do double work a day, which is the slave head's requirement, otherwise Yuan Zhan will have to do the work.

But how does Yuan Zhan live without three limbs?

Nutou said that Yuan Zhan could make him foot pads to warm his feet.

How could Yan Mo let Yuan Zhan suffer that kind of humiliation!

I go out early and come back late every day. When I come back, I am so tired that I want to lie down immediately. But no, he had to help Yuan Zhan turn over, deal with his excrement, wipe his body, feed him water and food, and find herbs to treat his semi-rotted wounds.

kill me. "The man begged him again

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Yan Mo ignored it and just wiped his body with snow silently.

kill me! "The man growled.

Yan Mo put him in the grass and brought him some snow water to feed him.

The man turned his head away, tightly closing his lips and refusing to open them.

Yan Mo drank the water into his mouth, and then lowered his head and forcefully fed it into the man's mouth like before.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhan groaned lowly because of the pain of his injury.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand to touch him and felt that he was hot all over.

The person has a fever!

Yan Mo immediately sat up and went out to dig in the snow, hoping to rub himself with snow water to reduce his fever. This method was dangerous, but he had no other means to reduce his fever. In winter, even if you want to look for herbs, you can’t find them!

The man was in good health, but he was saved after being burned like that, but after that, the man didn't want to talk to him anymore.

do you hate me? "One day, Yan Mo hugged his lover and asked him in a low voice.

Yuan Zhan turned his head, his eyes sad and surprised: How could I hate you?

Then why don't you talk to me? I persist to this day..." For whom?

Yuan Zhan's eyes became even sadder: I know that you can persist until today all because of me, but the more this happens, the less I want to drag you down. You should go to the lake and take care of your current appearance with water. You are more breathless than a dead person now. That’s all.

Why are we so weak? "Yan Mo was shaken. He didn't want to say the following words, but he still said it: Why didn't anyone come to save us?"

Is the Bone Refining Clan really too powerful to resist? "

Why doesn't everyone unite to resist? "

Isn't it said that there are powerful divine blood warriors in other places? Why don't they show up? "

Divine blood warrior? What's this? Yan Mo felt that this term was very important, so important that he forgot what he wanted to say to his lover later, and he started thinking hard again.

Day after day, Yan Mo felt more and more tired.

He hopes to see his lover smiling at him when he goes back. Even if the other person can't move, as long as he can say something to support him, he will feel much better. But Yuan Zhan seemed to be mute and only wanted to die.

He knew that Yuan Zhan's life was very painful. The wounds that could not be healed and the human-like situation brought him to the lowest point. He could not find any hope of survival.

Maybe death is the best relief for him?

Yan Mo sneered in his heart. In fact, you also hope that he will die soon. You can't stand the torture of your current life, right? Look, this is what the slave wants you to experience. He wants you to know that all love and family affection will be completely wiped out in the face of long-term illness, and even turn into disgust and hatred!

No, I can't be fooled by him, I want to be better to my Ah Zhan!

Yan Mo devoted more energy to taking care of his lover.

One day, the slave leader found him again. Yan Mo touched his face and suddenly realized that the injuries on his face were almost healed, and the injuries on the surface of his body were almost recovered.

Yan Mo wanted revenge, but he didn't have powerful force. All he could use was his mind and... body.

Yan Mo was afraid that Yuan Zhan would misunderstand, so he told him his plan: The slave leader came to see me again. He tempted me with food and wound medicine, so I decided to pretend to agree to him. I want to kill him, and I can only stand a chance if I get close to him. You understand, right? "

Yuan Zhan made a long-lost hoarse voice: No... don't go. "

Yan Mo kissed him, "Don't worry, I won't let him succeed so easily. Spring is coming. I will prepare herbs. Even if I can't kill him, I will poison him." "

Yuan Zhan became excited, no! He knows you want to kill him, he's just toying with you! "

I know. "Yan Mo looked calm, but this is the only chance I have."

Yuan Zhan closed his eyes in pain.

The next day, Yan Mo began to implement his plan. He was aloof from the slave's seduction, vaguely indicating that he could no longer bear the current life and wanted to give in.

In the evening, Yuan Zhan begged him again not to carry out such a revenge plan that even involved him, and asked him to wait for the opportunity.

Yan Mo didn't want to wait any longer. He firmly believed that he could kill the slave head. The last failure was just because he had just woken up from a serious illness and did not understand reality well enough, and his mind was not clear enough.

But now he has figured it out and has a certain grasp of the surrounding environment, including the slave head's personality and preferences. He believes that he can succeed in revenge without being taken advantage of.

The third day, the fourth day... Yan Mo and Nutou got closer and closer every day.

The slaves' eyes changed when they looked at him. The people of the tribe looked at him in disbelief. Qi Yuan and others looked at him with sadness that he had fallen into this situation. The other slaves said everything.

Some people also started to say something in Yuan Zhan's ears.

Yan Mo got some better medicine for injuries and prepared some himself. Yuan Zhan's injuries were gradually showing signs of recovery.

Yan Mo was a little happy.

Spring has truly arrived, and everything begins to revive.

On this day, Yan Mo happily told Yuan

Zhan, said that the slave head began to believe that he was really going to surrender.