Diary of an Exile (20)

I got up and climbed onto the table, picked up a boiled chicken leg and threw it to the sea.

The sea didn't refuse to nibble, but I grabbed a steamed fish and started nibbling on it.

Dahai is more than twenty years older than me, and after eating two bites at the moment, he can be relieved and muttered: "Your life is mine, I will take it anytime and anywhere." I'll spare you my life now, I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for you. ”

"Yes, yes, yes." I said, I didn't dare to refute it at all.

On weekdays, the sea is my captain, and he is whatever he says. The exile together at this moment is also because I said the wrong thing. Everything seems to be as the sea says, and the fault is all mine.

I don't know how long I ate it, but all four crabs fit in my four pockets.

This may be the last time I'll eat these, and I can only think about bringing everything I can.

The door opened again, and the two guards walked in with a red-hot iron bucket.

There seemed to be something burning in the bucket, and my first reaction was uneasiness.

The sea was lifted by one of them, and one of the guards said, "Do you know what we're going to do this hour?" ”

"I don't know." The sea shouted.

The sea's trousers were ripped off, and an iron pestle was taken out of the iron bucket by the guards.

As soon as I hit my ass, I heard the wail of the sea on the spot.

In a few seconds, the bright red fire mark was covered on the ass of the sea.

After that, the iron pestle was stuffed into the iron bucket and continued to be heated, and the guards who were holding the sea sprinkled a layer of powder on the sea's ass and walked towards me.

I was put up in the same position and my pants were taken off.

"Don't, I don't." I subconsciously shouted desperately.

"There are exiles in the three cities every year, and who knows who is released. What if I run away? This notation is used to solve this problem. If it is scalded, it means that he has been exiled, don't you say that Lao Chen has really seen a man with two fire marks on his buttocks. Of course, I've seen it once in decades, can I come back and see your creation? The guard steadied me.

I writhed hard, but to no avail.

The crab in my pocket fell out, and the big guard smiled and said, "Still plugged? A little clever. ”

Then there was a sizzling sound, and it really didn't hurt the moment it was just pasted. But in the next few seconds, the ass seemed to rot.

As the fire mark was torn off, I fell to the ground.

The guards let go of me and sprinkled some powder on my ass as well.

"What's that?" I said weakly.

"Herbs, I don't know the exact ingredients. Anyway, it was to prevent inflammation, and in half an hour the bleeding stopped and we left. The guard said as he bent down and picked up the two crabs that had fallen out of my pocket and threw them at my hand.

The guard walked out with the bucket, and I turned to look at the sea.

At this point, the sea pouted on the other side of me, and I could see the sign on the butt of the sea.

It was a few circles and triangles, and there was a big C in the middle of the box.

The entire wound was blood-red at the moment, and the oozing blood seemed to freeze when it touched the white powder.

A layer of flooding appears on the buttocks, does this moment leave a mark that means that there is no turning back?

For a moment, I thought that coming back was just a little hope from these guards, and now the fire mark on this ass can't hold up my head even if I come back, right?

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