Ye Ying was not too surprised.

The Fire Feather Flower is a fire-attribute spirit flower, the flame is scorching, and ordinary people will definitely be burned if they go to pick it.

However, this kind of flower is very delicate, only ordinary people can pick it to preserve all its aura, if it is replaced by a spiritual practitioner to pick it, ten percent of the aura can only be left eight or ninety.

It seems that the Ye family, in order not to lose that Yicheng aura, forced these ordinary children to pick fire feather flowers.

The next day, Ye Ying followed the children up the mountain.

After climbing a long way along the steep mountain road, I came to a flower garden on a high cliff, and as far as the eye could see, there were orange-red fire feather flowers flying everywhere, swaying brightly, and clusters were blazing like fire.

Before the harvest began, many of the children's clothes were already wet with sweat.

A few of them were frail and had been coughing violently.

Ye Ying also felt that her throat was burned very uncomfortable, so she covered her mouth and nose and coughed twice. The air here is very dry, as if all the water has been evaporated by the fire feather flowers, and even the scenery is slightly distorted.

"Ah Ying, are you alright?" beside her, a girl in the same room with her, Ah Hua asked her in a whisper.

As soon as the words fell, he was whipped by the big man who supervised the work next to him, and directly knocked the flower to the ground: "Don't speak! Hurry up and pick flowers! No one is allowed to eat if you can't pick enough!"

Ah Hua rolled in the feather bushes, and was burned and wailed in pain, but all the children bowed their heads and were silent, speeding up to do what they were doing, trying to pretend not to see Ah Hua's miserable condition.

Ye Ying squatted down and helped her.

Ah Hua looked at her in horror, her lips pursed, but she didn't dare to make a sound, she only shook her head desperately.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and another whip fell, this time aimed at Ye Ying!

Smack——!

A sharp cracking sound.

Ye Ying's thin body was pumped and fell to the ground, and the petals and branches of the fire feather flower grazed her body fiercely, and the pain made her feel that her whole body was thrown into the fire and burned.

She gasped and snorted in pain.

"You're quite kind, you're still thinking about helping others here!Take care of yourself first!" The big man who oversaw the work came to Ye Ying in two steps, looked at her in the pile of flowers condescendingly, raised his hand and gave her another whip, "This whip is to tell you, don't meddle here! Little bastard!"

Ye Ying's coarse garment was torn, and half of his shoulders and arms were exposed, with shocking red marks.

She only had time to cover it with her hand, and when she touched the fire feather flower in the place she didn't cover, she was burned instantly.

She still didn't scream.

The big man looked at her unhappily, this new little girl seemed to be different from other children, and she didn't say a word after being beaten twice like this. He wanted to whip her a third time until she screamed and wailed, but he also knew that if he continued to whip this thin little girl, he would be useless, and he would not be able to pick the fire feather flowers, and he could not afford to blame her for delaying the matter.

He had no choice but to let her go: "Get out!

Ye Ying silently got up from the ground, his calf was injured and he limped.

She picked up the basket to which she had been assigned, walked to the picking area assigned to her by the overseer, and lowered her head to pick the flowers. The overseer had a heart to make things difficult for her, the area was much larger than the others, and she had to pick twice as many flowers as the other children today.

There was no one else around, and the Hellfire Beast jumped out of her sleeve, and as soon as it hit the ground, it cried out angrily, "That lowly bastard! I'm going to kill him!"