I've never been so vulnerable, weak, sore and penniless, and all this was brought to me by Dargis, and my life has been in danger since I met him.

Daggis's voice kept ringing in his ears, and he kept repeating a sentence, "Lu Yuan, get out of here quickly, get out of here quickly." "I tried to ignore Dargis and let his voice buzz in my ears. I braced up my weak body and walked out of the small house, outside which was an open space, on which lay many slaves, most of them with dull eyes, and their faces could only be regarded as middle and low. In the middle of the clearing there was a well of water, and there were many slaves around it. I walked over to quench my thirst with some water, and there was a small, tattered wooden bucket next to the well, which I threw in to fill some water. Because the barrel has holes, the water in it leaks out easily, and I need to drink quickly to get some water.

The sweet water moistened my throat and relieved the swelling and sore sensation of my throat. I tried to speak, but I couldn't say anything, and a bad thought crossed my mind, and I suspected I had lost my voice.

Clearing my throat, I tried to make a sound again, but no sound came out of my mouth.

There were other slaves watching my every move, and I was stared at unnaturally by them, so I paused my vocalization, put the barrel back in its place, and walked back to the house with my weak legs.

My current situation is embarrassing, but I am well aware that if Mo Li knows that I can't speak out, I will definitely be classified as an ordinary slave, and my situation will probably be even more difficult to control than it is now.

At night, the people in the slave camp were so tired that they fell asleep casually on the ground. They arranged a couple of small houses for us beautiful slaves, and provided some clean water and hard food. Everyone was glazed-eyed, ate at will, and fell asleep on the ground at will. The delicate little slave who had been tied up with me, after looking at the people around her, consciously moved to my side and lay down to sleep. I was a little upset that he moved over to sleep next to me, and after watching him fall asleep with a cold eye, I shrank in the corner and barely fell asleep. The first night in the slave camp was spent like this.

Early the next morning, Mo Li and they came to deliver some food and water, and after watching us finish eating, Mo Li's men began to select slaves. They picked three pairs of men and women and left, while Mo Li stayed alone, hugging the delicate-looking boy and walking to the corner.

Soon, an ambiguous moan sounded. I looked at the slaves around me, and their eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, probably they had seen too much of this scene.

There is a strange custom in this country: if two men go on a skin-to-skin relationship, then everyone thinks they are pure.

The "fight" lasted for a long time, and when the boy limped over, I leaned against the wall with my eyes closed. The boy came over and took my hand himself, letting my hand wrap around his shoulder. After he had done all this, I came to my senses, and I saw Mo Li holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at me thoughtfully.

I swallowed, looked down at the mature boy in my arms, and had an MMP to say.

In the next few days, Mo Li came to pick people every day, and at this time, the boy would always shrink by my side, not leaving an inch, and Mo Li would also look at me for a long time.

Because my whole body was weak, I was powerless to resist, and I couldn't push the boy away, so I could only live every day in fear. However, there were not many beautiful slaves brought by Mo Li, and they were quickly selected. In the end, I was left in the house, the boy, and a beautiful woman.

In the past few days, Daggis's voice has been ringing in his ears from time to time, like a fly constantly buzzing. I chanted a mantra to cut off the connection a few times, but it didn't work much, which made me sad.

On the last day, Mo Li came alone to pick a beautiful slave. This time he brought a bamboo board with a passage engraved on it. He told each of us to read the words on the bamboo board, and whoever didn't pronounce it correctly would be sold to the Colosseum to fight the beasts.

The Colosseum has a way to go and never return, and the slaves who go there end up feeding the beasts.

The boy and the woman read the words on the board, and then I was the only one left. Mo Li handed me the bamboo board expressionlessly, and waited for me with his hands around his chest.

I took the board, licked my lips, and looked at the words on it. I still couldn't speak, and my throat was still swollen and painful.

I licked my lips again, my fingers touching the slightly sharp edges of the bamboo board, and handed it back to Mo Li.

"Read the content. Mo Li took the bamboo board and asked me.

I bowed my head and said nothing, waiting for the wound on my finger to form a calloon, and Mo Li repeatedly urged me to read it. The wound on my fingers quickly became calloused, and I looked up at Mo Li, my footsteps moved forward quickly, and my hands turned into claw shapes, directly clasping Mo Li's neck.

"What are you going to do, come in quickly......" Before the word "come" could be spoken, Mo Li's neck had already been broken by me. But Mo Li's dying voice had already come out, and the people who were waiting outside poured in, and they saw Mo Li lying dead on the ground, and me with my hands behind my back.

The woman was so frightened that she pointed her index finger at me and couldn't say a whole thing, while the boy cowered in the corner, hidden in the dark.

When Mo Li's people saw this scene, they spoke in tongues, drew their horse swords, and slashed at me. I am a weak person, and killing Mo Li just now almost exhausted all my strength, and I am barely standing here now by relying on the strength of my bloodline.

The saber cut through the air and slashed at me, and I looked over.

The man with the saber was stunned by my eyes, and the saber in his hand slashed crookedly on the ground. He gulped a gulp of saliva to hide his panic.

"What are you doing! You can't even beat a chick. The others began to heckle and mock the man with the sword.

He was originally a bloody man, and such irony was something he could not tolerate. He made up his mind, and once again took the saber and slashed at me.

The horse chopping knife came with the sound of breaking wind, and it was even more powerful. I couldn't dodge, or even scare him again. I thought that this world was respected by the strong, so I would take the risk to kill Mo Li. But I ignored a problem, when I killed Mo Li, there was no one around, and it didn't have a deterrent effect at all.

The track where the slasher fell suddenly deflected, and blood was still splashed on the ground. The boy who had been hiding in the corner stepped forward and pushed the woman to the saber and saved me.

"This is the Holy Envoy, who dares to make a mistake!" the boy stood in front of the crowd, holding a wooden plank in his hand, and there were two people in the picture, one wearing a crown and the other holding a scepter.

I looked at the picture and it felt familiar, but I didn't know where I had seen it.

"Phew. Who are you fooling?" a person walked out, directly snatched the wooden board in the boy's hand and threw it in half and threw it in the corner, "The people in this picture are Mo Li and Fei Lengcui City Lord. ”