The coolies pulled Guo Youming's hair and pinched the fingers with fine skin and tender flesh, everything was so novel, but it gave him a sense of fear that went deep into his bone marrow.

If you spend the rest of your life like an animal, there is nothing more desperate than that.

"No, no, don't touch me, don't touch me!"

However, the more disgusted he pushed away those dirty and misunderstood hands, the more they aroused their curiosity.

The Persians, who were in charge of the guards, not only did not stop them, but gloated and coaxed.

Soon, the coolies from India found that Guo Youming's clothes were very rare, and a bold man took the lead in tearing off his pants, and then put them on his bare thighs, and showed off to the people around him triumphantly.

With the lead, the coolies swarmed up, and within a moment, Guo Youming was only left with a tattered strip of cloth, and he couldn't even do the most basic covering.

Although the coolies are the lowest people who are accustomed to being bullied, once they have a place to be trampled on, they will also humiliate and abuse them without sympathy.

These brown-skinned dwarves spat at the hysterical Guo Youming, and stomped on his fine-skinned and tender back with their feet, as if this was a sudden carnival feast.

After about two quarters of an hour, the Persians dispersed the coolies and carried Guo Youming to the outside of a stable, where there was a pile of wood burning on the ground, and only the red coals were left, and the Persians took out the red soldering iron from the coals, and pretended to spit on it, and immediately a white smoke was stirred up by Zla.

Guo Youming was trembling when he saw it, he had already found that he could not calmly face the tragic fate after being captured.

At this time, he only wanted to die quickly and avoid being humiliated too much.

However, the Persians did not leave him an inch, and he did not have a chance to end his life.

"No, no, no, you can't treat me like this, you can't kill me!"

It's a pity that the Persians don't understand his words, and the muscles on his face show terrible lines because of the sneer.

The red-hot soldering iron was about to fall on Guo Youming's head, but the Persian suddenly let go, and the dead leaves on the ground were stained with the fallen soldering iron, and the flames ignited with a single pounce.

The Persian laughed and kicked the soldering iron away, and strode away, leaving only the frightened Guo Youming trembling in place.

This time, there was no coolie to hug him and make him happy, but where would he care about those little pokes and pinchs.

The once arrogant young man fell to the ground and sobbed involuntarily, crying not from cowardice and timidity. Among the vast majority of people, he has done well enough, but there is a limit to people's endurance after all.

There is nothing more humiliating than being stripped of one's dignity, deprived of the protection of one's clothes, and almost completely deprived of one's strong motivation.

Suddenly, a pair of boots appeared on the yellow earth in front of Guo Youming's eyes, which was a pair of Persian-style cowhide boots.

He thought that the Persian had come back again, but when he looked up, he saw that it was indeed Qin Jin.

I don't know when, Qin Jin appeared in the coolie camp, and he suddenly grabbed Qin Jin as if he had found a life-saving straw, begging the other party to let him die happily.

Guo Youming didn't expect to survive at all, or he couldn't accept it deep down in his heart, and he still lived in this hopeless world after being humiliated.

Therefore, a clean and quick death is already his greatest expectation.

Qin Jin gently draped a large coat on his body, then slowly helped him up, and ordered someone to bring the burlap soldier's clothes and pants and handed it over.

"People are inherently dead, Guo Balang died like an ant, didn't he come to this world for nothing?"

At this time, Guo Youming had lost the sharpness he had when he first met Qin Jin, and only lamented:

"What face does a ruined body stand between heaven and earth?"

Qin Jin retorted:

"A defeat, a little humiliation, so you can't bear it, what qualifications do you have to be a trendsetter in this era?"

Guo Youming smiled bitterly in return, and he had no intention of arguing with Qin Jin, who stood and spoke without backache.

But Qin Jin saw through his mind at a glance.

"In ancient times, Gou Jian lost his teacher and lost his country, and he was deeply humiliated, what is your setback? Han Xin also had the humiliation of his crotch, didn't he still achieve a great cause?"

This time it was Guo Youming's turn to roll his eyelids in confusion.

"I don't understand, what is the purpose of Cheng Xiang saying these words to me? How can a person like me compare with Gou Jian and Han Xin?"

He is still self-aware, and his ability is impossible to compare with these two, but he doesn't understand why Qin Jin said these brainless words.

"God has the virtue of a good life, and Qin has the heart to love talents, so he doesn't want to see Hachiro die so meaninglessly!"

Guo Youming suddenly sneered:

"You first humiliated me, and then pretended to be gracious, is it easy to deceive me when I am a three-year-old child? Although I am weak in virtue and weak, I also have a clear distinction between right and wrong, if I want to turn into a rebel and thief, I would better die of this heart!"

Qin Jin laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't let you do what you don't want to do, not only that, but I'm going to let you go back!"

"Let me go?"

Guo Youming looked at Qin Jin suspiciously again, not understanding what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"Yes, let you go!"

"Why do you go around in circles like this, and I'll just say what you want, what fun is there in using the trick of cat and mouse on a lowly man?"

Qin Jin Dao:

"I will send someone to send you back, with only one purpose, that is, to send a letter to Brother Nai, and your value is that of a messenger!"

A trace of annoyance flashed on Guo Youming's face, he was annoyed that the other party only regarded him as a messenger, because it was really a shame to survive like this.

But no matter what, if you have the chance to live, it will never be possible to regenerate the heart of death, and this hope is like a raging fire burning in his chest, burning him unbearably hot.

"However, Hachiro's performance is a little beyond my expectations, I originally thought you would give in, but now it seems that you underestimated your will, and in the future, it is unknown whether you will become a famous figure in history!"

This is a clear compliment, Guo Youming instead feels that Qin Jin is changing the law to satirize himself, his resentment and hatred of Qin Jin has reached the point where he can cover up black and white, seeing this person showing off his might in front of him, he gritted his teeth and wanted to stab him with a knife a thousand times and ten thousand times.