Syllable!

"Damn, don't talk, whoever is lazy will invite someone to eat the whip!"

A crisp sound sounded on the stone in front of Zhao Yan and Sige, and when they turned their heads, the mad dragon was looking at him with a fierce face.

"Look, get to work!"

Syllable!

With another whip sound, the mad dragon glanced at Zhao Yan, turned around and used the whip to greet the others.

Zhao Yan glared at the dragon viciously, there are still many situations that he doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to make any rash moves.

In the fire prison, there is no day or night, and even if there is, they can't tell the difference. Those who have been in the fire prison for a long time have long forgotten that there is still time and climate, which is a regular thing in nature. Every day when I sleep, when I eat, it's all up to the people who rob the forest. A fire prison is an existence similar to a death row.

After the day's work, under Sige's care, Zhao Yan was assigned to live with Sige in the stone cave in the southern section. And Zhao Yan was stunned to find that there were still people working in the southernmost direction when he was sleeping, and they were also building houses.

From Sige's mouth, he learned that this was the dragon building a stone palace for himself, and as the boss, he naturally couldn't be the same as an ordinary slave. There were no guards on the southernmost part of this empty area, and they didn't know that there was such a big commotion, and there were two stone caves in between.

The whole fire prison is like a small village.

After a busy day, the slaves worked hard, fell down on the plank bed and snored and fell asleep. Zhao Yan fell asleep on the left, and the person on the right was the young man Feisierbi. Fisirbi's sleeping position is very interesting, after a busy person, the joints and muscles of the slaves are so strained that it is undoubtedly a pleasure to stretch out their hands and feet, but Fisirbi curled his body into a ball, hugged his knees tightly with his hands, and woke up asleep like a hedgehog.

He turned to Zhao Yan's side, and when he saw Zhao Yan staring at him, he hurriedly shrank his head, and Zhao Yan noticed that his body was trembling slightly.

Zhao Yan thought to himself, he must have been scared, no wonder, looking at his age, I'm afraid he is only fifteen or sixteen years old!

Turning around and looking up at the rugged stone top, Zhao Yan felt a wave of sadness in his heart. I really couldn't sleep, and there was no one around to chat, Zhao Yan remembered Ah Da, so he excitedly entered the inner vision and disturbed Ah Da's sleep.

This night, very helpless, but also very novel.

......

The shouts and shouts became the morning song of the slaves in the fire prison, and countless people who returned to their hometowns in their dreams became the targets of the whippers of the dragon's men. Thereupon...... Amidst the insults and shouting, there were some bitter howls.

"Get up, get up, fuck work! Fuck, I'm going to get up before you all. ”

The dragon's voice was obviously much more effective, of course, it wasn't that these slaves really wanted to regard him as a big brother, they just didn't want to be whipped a few times.

Although Sige is also a member of the Crazy Dragon's Little Brother, he doesn't belong to his minions, and at this moment, walking in front of Zhao Yan, he couldn't help but stare at the Crazy Dragon and muttered: "You don't know the kind of attachment to sleep after hard work, of course you got up early!"

Zhao Yan felt that Sige's complaint was just the tip of the iceberg, and as far as the eye could see, the crowd was full of hateful eyes from the dragon.

Seemingly...... The boss of the dragon is completely built up by violence!

Scandium!Scandium!

The division of labor in the construction of the Fire Palace is still clear and clear, and in a short period of time, there is no nonsense in the group of people, and they start their work according to their duties.

Thousands of slaves, only the dragon and a few dozen of his men patrol the surroundings and supervise the work. In charge of Zhao Yan's part was a tall man with hair color like a mad dragon, holding a long whip in his hand, staring at the hundreds of people in this piece, and spit out a few swear words from his mouth from time to time, cruel words.

Zhao Yan's physical strength is average, but this job is not difficult for him, he moves quickly and works hard, and he is also cautious to force the eyes of the crazy dragon when he talks to Sige from time to time, so the crazy dragon can't find Zhao Yan's stubble.

Syllable!

With a familiar whip, Zhao Yan looked at the place where the sound came from, and found that the people around him didn't even look at it as if nothing had happened, and they were still working on their own, presumably they had already adapted to this situation.

The red-haired man snorted through his nose, took a few steps in front of the slow-moving slave, and slammed his whip on him, shouting, "Hurry up!

"I ......"

"What am I!

Zhao Yan was slightly stunned, it was actually Fei Sierbi. After being whipped in the back, Fei Sierbi hurriedly turned his hand back to touch the wound in pain.

Syllable!

"Don't stop, get to work!"

Fiselbi was whipped again, perhaps it was really painful, he slowly moved down, his lips trembling, and said, "I...... I can't ...... Strength. ”

"Don't have the strength? You don't have the strength to start with?" the red-haired man kicked out and kicked Fisirbi out of the way, and poor Fisirbi slammed a few heels on the ground.

Zhao Yan was furious, and he wanted to rush over and beat the red-haired man, but Sige grabbed his arm tightly and instructed: "Yan, don't make trouble, you can't fight them." ”

Glancing at Sige, Zhao Yan let out a long exhale, and then stopped.

The red-haired man was still endless, slowly walked in front of Fei Silbi, stared down at him, and shouted, "Don't say I won't give you a chance, what are you doing?"

"I ......"

Syllable!

"Don't me, me, me, do you or not? The red-haired man stared coldly at Fisirbi, his eyes filled with the smell of death.

Fei Silbi knew what the result would be, and after a few breaths of effort, he finally stood up in front of the red-haired man with his body supported and muttered, "I...... Dry ......"

Under the ferocious gaze of the red-haired man, Fei Silbi picked up the tool that had fallen on the ground, and staggered forward step by step, finally taking a few steps, and his legs and feet fell to the ground again as if they were weak.

"Damn!" The red-haired man was furious, and chased up from behind and kicked Fei Silbi a few times, his face looked like the biggest look of the king of heaven Lao Tzu, and shouted: "Still pretending to be with Lao Tzu, hurry up." ”

"Whew......" Fisirbi lay on the ground, panting, and struggled to speak, "I probably ...... Probably sick, ......"

"Sick?" the red-haired man raised the whip, a sneer flashing across his face, and shouted, "Then you will die!"

As he spoke, the red-haired man grabbed the end of the whip in his hand, turning it into a double layer, and whipped it violently at Fisirbi's head. At this time, some people around looked over secretly, their faces were full of anger and unbearable, but then, there was deep helplessness.

Fisirbi closed his eyes in despair, perhaps in this way, there would be less pain. I knew from the day I came in that death was only a matter of time. Maybe death will be the best relief.

Mommy and Dad...... I'm coming for you......

Syllable!

At the same time as the voice sounded, all the people who paid attention to this corner lowered their heads and closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the miserable appearance of this poor young man.

After a few seconds, when they opened their eyes, they were shocked to find a scene they hadn't seen for a long time.

In front of Feisirbi's eyes, a fist away, a pale yellow slap firmly blocked his vision, but he could clearly see that at both ends of the slap, there was the murderous long whip.

Zhao Yan firmly grasped the long whip, and under the shocked gaze of the red-haired man, he threw the long whip to the side, and the red-haired man was also thrown out several steps.

Zhao Yan said coldly: "Enough, he is really sick." ”