Xiong Chen and Xiao Lan, who were covered in blood, were dragged over the high threshold by the big hands of the mountain villa and thrown into the cold hall.

"Xiaolan...... Xiao Lan, you speak, you answer me, Xiao Lan. ”

Xiong Chen turned his head sideways, blood clouded his eyes, and he couldn't see Xiao Lan's appearance clearly.

"Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan, you speak. ”

"Oh, I...... I'm here. ”

Xiao Lan's faint voice sounded low, and her whole body was hot and painful, except for the pain.

The thug standing next to the two kicked them hard and shouted: "Shut up, you two really have the strength to speak, just wait for the owner to come and talk slowly, now say that there is a fart!"

Behind the glass screen, there was the sound of Huo Huo's footsteps, and Zhao Yuxiang, the owner of Jiudao Mountain Villa, who lived in a simple place, walked out with a calm face, and sat down at the Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the hall, he picked up a cup of misty hot tea on the table and took a sip, looking at the pair of young slaves lying on the ground with an indifferent expression.

At the 100-day banquet of the beloved son, there were slaves who took the opportunity to escape, and this joke spread, where is the face of the owner of Jiudao Mountain Villa?

Anger flickered between the eyebrows of Zhao Zhuang Zhuang, and the navy blue jade cup shattered into pieces and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Just follow the old rules, if he is still alive at dawn, which proves that his body is hard, then I will leave him a way to live, sell him to the palace, and if he can't live, throw him down the canyon to feed the wild dogs." ”

The servant in Tsing Yi bowed and replied, "Yes." ”

"Master, don't do her business, it's my idea, all the punishment, I'll bear it, I'll be fine if you beat me, let her go!

Xiong Chen struggled to climb forward, holding the ground with trembling hands and kowtowing vigorously.

Master Zhao raised his foot and kicked Xiong Chen into a somersault: "Bold pariahs, if you make a mistake, you will come to scold your mouth, drag it down, give me a beating!"

The timid voice of the maid came from outside the screen: "Master, the little boy is crying endlessly, the fifth grandmother can't be coaxed, please go back and hug the son." ”

The owner of the village snorted, his expression became nervous, he stood up with his robe, turned the screen without looking back, and went back to coax the lovely fat son.

The servant in Tsing Yi waited for his master to go away, turned around, waved his hand, and the board in the hands of the eight house slaves standing next to Xiong Chen and Xiao Lan immediately crackled and fell, Xiao Lan, who had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, couldn't even hum, Xiong Chen's eyes were dripping blood, he was awake for a while, faint for a while, and he didn't know how life and death were.

When a basin of cold water pounced on the two of them, Xiong Chen opened his dry eyes, the morning light was already sprinkled all over the hall, he wanted to turn his head to look at Xiao Lan, but his head and neck were as hard as stones, and he couldn't move.

Someone picked him up and dragged him out of the hall, and he looked back with all his might-----

Xiaolan----

The girl he loved, the girl he vowed to take care of for the rest of his life, has nothing to look like anymore.

She was just spread on the ground, as if her hands and feet had been broken, and there were no bones in her body, she was naked, but she couldn't see a piece of normal flesh color, the kind of dark black all over her body, Xiong Chen could imagine how bloody it was when these blood stains were not yet dry.

Xiao Lan's eyes widened, looking at the door of Jiudao Villa----- outside is a free world, but unfortunately, I couldn't walk in...... But I still want to go out in my heart, I don't want to stay in this ruthless place, I just want to live a simple and happy life with my brother Xiong Chen......

But now I have a weak heart, Brother Xiong Chen, you must leave this demon cave, Xiao Lan can only meet you in the next life......

Her lips kept squirming, as if she was calling out Xiong Chen's name.

Xiong Chen's lips were almost broken, and the little blood left was flowing all over his jaw, and the blood was still bright red, but his heart was pitch black.

Xiaolan...... Xiaolan, I hurt you, I originally planned to take you to escape to a paradise, where to build a small house, raise chickens and ducks, have children, and live this life well...... Really, that's what I originally wanted...... But I couldn't.

I'm tired of you, why am I being dragged out alive now, and you're ...... But it turned into a pile of mud, and it was about to be dumped into that eerie canyon.

I'd rather be the one who fell to the ground...... It's me, but why, I came back to life, and you died?

He let the two fierce Chinese characters drag him out like a dead snake, and two blood stains stretched behind him, red and particularly dazzling.

Number eight.

Don't think it's a killer code name for a hitman group.

No. 8 is just one of the thirteen slaves that the palace has recently bought into the palace, No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, No. 11, No. 12, No. 13.

Xiong Chen is the number eight.

Walking to the back mountain road to the palace, Xiong Chen and the other twelve slaves who had been bought in were wearing shackles on their hands and feet, and he looked wooden, trying to think about what he would look like when he saw Xiao Lan for the last time......

He'd been thinking about it for days, but he still kept thinking about it...... Every moment, what was shaking in front of his eyes was the pitiful appearance of Xiao Lan lying on his stomach.

He was no longer in tears...... His eyes were shaking with blood, red blood, and if he was given a primer, the fire would burst into flames and destroy everything.

Xiong Chen grabbed the shackles with his hands, so that the shackles would not dangle and the wear and tear of the skin on his wrists would be lighter.

The hands were fine, but the feet were miserable, and with each step, the heavy shackles were almost dragged forward, and they walked fifteen Tina, and their bare feet had long since worn out and bleeding and scabbed, and the scabs were worn and scabbed。。。。。

Xiong Chen and his party were fifteen people, thirteen slaves, two supervisors, and those thirteen people were all slaves bought by the palace, and Xiong Chen didn't know anything else.

He didn't want to know anyone else, and no one else wanted to know him, and the faces of the thirteen people were all the same pale and wooden, and there was fear.

The red-walled and blue-tiled palace has finally arrived, and a group of slaves have entered through the side gate, today is the forty-fifth birthday of Wang Yuanwai, and these lowly untouchables are not worthy of going through the main gate.

Xiong Chen and the thirteen slaves were escorted to a west wing, and the overseer locked the wooden door and was busy bathing and changing clothes, although he was also a slave, but he was also a slave with status, and he was not qualified to go to the hall for the birthday banquet outside the members, but he could also grab a seat in the side hall.

Xiong Chen sat indifferently against the wall, the expression on his face was terrifying, and several slaves wanted to talk to him, but they all gave him a glare and frightened back.

No one will pay attention to these thirteen people, today is Wang Yuanwai's forty-fifth birthday, Wang Yuanwai was in business in the era, his family background is solid, he is one of the richest people in Xuancheng, and the leading people inside and outside Xuancheng today have gathered in the palace to celebrate his birthday.

In the dark canyon, Xiao Lan lay motionless on a pile of mud, she was thrown down by two servants of the villa in a burlap bag, the cloth bag was blocked by a tree in the process of falling, and a gap was opened, Xiao Lan fell down like a stone.

The bottom of the canyon was full of sharp gravel, but last night a heavy rain washed part of the mud into the canyon, Xiaolan fell, just fell on the pile of mud that didn't have time to dry, but she was already unconscious, even if she fell on the stone, she would never jump up and cry out in pain, she just lay down, waiting for the mold of her body, turned into a touch of mud, and integrated into this canyon.

The mountain wind was blowing, and from time to time there was a terrible howl that swept through the canyon, the cry of wild wolves that came out to forage for food at night......