When you step off the platform, the first thing you see is the scene of singing and dancing.

Luxurious banquet halls, music, flowers, wine, food, and crowds of people. On the stage in the middle of the banquet, there is a group of young girls twisting their flat bodies, pretending to show their bodies seductively, a group of people dancing to the music on the dance floor, and some people chatting and joking in the lounge area. These people stand in pairs, usually a man and a woman, and there are two men, one of whom is the master, and the other is a slave, and the slaves are tied with collars and chains around their necks to indicate their status, these slaves are large and small, the big ones are young and delicate, and the small ones are young and fresh, none of them are more than 18 years old, they either try to please the master around them, or they are dragged around the chains attached to their necks with blank eyes, and there is only one point, they cannot resist the demands and orders of their masters.

There are also many teenagers who stand alone, all slaves, basically like puppets, waiting to be chosen. These people enjoyed the feast with good food, wine, music and dance, and when they were in good spirits, they led their slaves to the back corridor.

The appearance of Mu Wei and the three people attracted the slight attention of the banquet crowd, anyway, the combination of handsome guys, beauties, and virgins still appeared here, there are still some strange things, but maybe they are too confident here, or maybe at this time, their brains have been muddled, so no one has to question them. A hostess dressed in a bunny costume greeted her with a plate topped with a pink collar and chain.

The disciples and Mu Wei looked at her with a little question.

"It's our rule here, we have to wear it. The bunny girl said coquettishly, and threw a wink at the disciple by the way.

The disciple chuckled and picked up the collar and chain.

Mu Wei glared at the disciple. The two stared at each other for 5 seconds, and the disciple tied the collar around his neck, and then put one end of the chain into Mu Wei's hand.

The bunny girl and the guards who had brought them in just now all stared at them with wide eyes, and of course Song Ling.

"Hmph. Mu Wei let out a nasal sound in disdain. He led the disciples into the banquet hall. Song Ling stuck out his tongue in the back and hurriedly followed.

Walking past one master after another, the masters, male and female, old and young, all looked normal. There was a lewd and perverted glint in their eyes, and it was evident that their minds were not very clear, and the slaves were either kneeling on all fours, or twisting their bodies around their masters. Or trapped in their own world and unresponsive to the outside world, or rolling on the ground in pain to provoke the ridicule of their master, they are either in pain or forced to laugh, but they dare not resist, or rather, they are unable to resist.

Sitting in the rest area, Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief. She saw it, and just now she thought that they wouldn't be able to enter the pass, but she forgot that there were two psychic abilities around her. To create a little illusion is completely hand-to-hand, who knows, what you see below is actually such a scene.

Song Ling couldn't help but want to drink some water to suppress the shock, and there were drink machines and disposable cups on the table in front of him.

"Don't drink. Mu Wei stopped her outstretched hand.

Song Ling asked.

"All foods contain drugs that make you nervous. Mu Wei explained softly.

Song Ling hurriedly retracted his hand, no wonder he always felt that these people were a little too bold and wanton, and a little abnormal.

Look. A skinny man here pulled down the seven or eight-year-old girls who were dancing along the poles on the stage. He kissed her hard and poured a glass of wine into her mouth, and behind the couch there two men squeezed a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old in the middle and slammed them desperately. There was a smaller girl licking the back of one of the men, a fat-brained man with a whip in his hand, chatting with the others, and occasionally whipping the whip on the back of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at his feet, and a woman over there shoved something into the little girl's lower body in her hand and viciously ordered her to clamp it so that she would not fall out.

Song Ling couldn't explain how she was feeling now, she knew that the heavy pressure of survival in the last days had bred a lot of perverts, including child prostitutes, who used children as the object of their lust, whether it was a boy or a girl, it was generally between the ages of seven or eight to thirteen or fourteen.

This place, apparently, is dedicated to entertaining guests who like to femdom and entertain child prostitutes, and here, it is full of a bunch of perverts. And these children, all of them, have been ruined.

Mu Wei closed her eyes slightly, Song Ling knew that she was using her spiritual power to probe the whole place, so she didn't bother, but only slightly used her body to help her block the eyes everywhere. It's just that it's still a little late, and Mu Wei has been targeted by some perverts.

In fact, Mu Wei's appearance can only be regarded as cute, and she has not yet reached that kind of beautiful Cheng dù, but when she has a straight face, there is always such an indifferent style. This kind of amorous style, in the eyes of perverts, has become a desire.

"I, I want to exchange slaves with you. "A woman who looked to be in her mid-middle came with a girl of eight or nine years old, naked, covered with all sorts of scars, with tears on her little face and a pitiful expression.

The disciple opened his eyes, which had been comfortably closed from the couch, and the glint in his eyes was unnoticed.

The woman is referring to, of course, Mu Wei, here, child = slave, even if she has no collar around her neck.

The woman seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol and walked a little staggeringly, she almost grinned, and reached out to touch Mu Wei's little face. However, her hand stayed in the air, and she could no longer move an inch. The woman looked at her hand suspiciously, and tried twice more, but her hand still couldn't move an inch.

"Strange. The woman grasped her hand with her other hand, not understanding what was happening, her sanity already preventing her from realizing the danger that was approaching.

Mu Wei's eyes flashed slightly, and the woman suddenly opened her mouth wide and wanted to scream, but there was no sound in her mouth, she seemed to feel extreme pain, and her whole body began to tremble slightly, but she couldn't control and move her body, and she couldn't let others see her abnormality. The girl suddenly stepped forward, wrapped the chain around the woman's wrist twice, and led her to the back corridor.

"The spirit of terror. Song Ling muttered, this kind of bug-like ability, if it weren't for the fact that its number was too rare, I am afraid that it would have become everyone's henchman a long time ago, of course, now, it has also become everyone's key defense object, but it is really impossible to prevent it.

In this world, is there a place that can resist the footsteps of high-level spiritual powers, Song Ling was very suspicious of this.

No, because, she soon followed the disciples and Mu Wei 3 people out through an inconspicuous small door on the wall, the guards outside the door still stood there as if they didn't see them, they walked along the stone stairs into the space on the lower floor, through the transparent window, you can see that this is a slave's training house, hundreds of boys and girls of all sizes are brutally trained here, and only those who are trained will be sent to the top for the guests to choose. Occasionally, there will also be guests who specifically choose those who have not yet been trained to enjoy the pleasure of abuse and femdom.

"Damn, this is dead, I really can't afford to toss. A tall man pulled his nakedness out of the body in front of him, probed the 8 or 9-year-old boy's snort, and said dissatisfiedly.

The disciple turned his head suddenly, because Mu Wei's body suddenly trembled, as if she had encountered something very terrifying, her eyes widened, and she retreated in shock.

The disciple frowned, subconsciously hugged Mu Wei, and then pointed his index finger at Mu Wei's mouth that was about to lose control and scream.

"What's wrong?" Song Ling asked with a mouth shape. There are dozens of training people here, all kinds of training methods, which one of Mu Wei is stimulated? She thinks that Mu Wei doesn't look like a person who will get out of control for this kind of thing.

"What's wrong?" the disciple also asked Mu Wei with the same mouth.

Mu Wei was still trembling to herself, she looked at her disciple with a look of fear that the disciple had never seen before, as if she wanted to say something, her hands grasped the disciple's clothes weakly, and she could barely stand on her own.

This voice, this person, she thought she had forgotten a long time ago, but in fact, she remembered for the first time the pain he had inflicted on her, the tearing and twisting, the pain and imprisonment that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the final suffocation of the coming of death.

It was this person he killed her.

The disciple clearly felt Mu Wei's fear, yes, fear, this girl who could keep calm and smile in any dangerous situation, at this moment, she was so afraid, what she saw, it frightened her so much.

The disciple's eyes narrowed, and his eyes scanned the room inside the door.

A torrent rose behind the man, and he sensed the danger, and immediately turned around, but he saw nothing, and there was darkness in the hidden doorway. So, he dropped the body that had lost its temperature in his hand, greeted everyone, and strode over.

The disciple frowned slightly, he held Mu Wei with one hand and grabbed Song Ling's shoulder with the other. Song Ling only felt that she was spinning around, and then she came to a clear lake, and she and Mu Wei were lying on a large blue waterbed, the waterbed was floating on the surface of the lake, and there was no edge to be seen around. Mu Wei had fallen into a coma, but the disciple was nowhere to be seen. This is, the realm of disciples?

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