Skipping the bones Qingqi and the messy names, Ink Frost finally understood, it turned out to be a ...... The Discipline Workshop of the Red Mansion!

His eyes involuntarily began to redden. However, this extremely sullen expression, in the eyes of that group of people at this moment, turned out to be a grievance.

"What are you crying about, you will have to thank us later!" a strong man was a little impatient, and walked over to pick up the ink cream, feeling the uncontrollable trembling on his body. He was scared and didn't pay much attention to it.

"We're all veterans of discipline and pets. This time, the boss really values you and asked me to go out together. Tell me, how much face you have!" chattered the people who followed behind.

Ink Frost had a feeling of crying and laughing and being extremely sad and angry.

What is this called?!Is it really that hard to live a quiet life?!

Don't...... The torture in the past was not enough, and now, God actually threw him to such a place again?!

Also, how was his power sealed, who is the boss here or is there any master behind the scenes......

Before he could finish thinking, his body was empty, and he was thrown onto a large, soft collapse. Then I heard a "stab" sound, and the old robe on my body was torn apart.

The black dragon on his shoulder lingered with a faint silver light, exposed under the candlelight.

The people behind him were stunned.

"Oh, my old lady, what is that?" said one of them, in astonishment.

"See. ”

So in a few moments, his clothes were stripped of himself, until in the end, along with his pants, he was not spared.

The person on the bed had the ropes of his legs untied, and his hands were still tied behind his back.

The cold air and the staring eyes forced him to curl up instinctively. However, it was not completely tightened, and the slender and straight legs were vigorously straightened and separated.

"This is!" exclaimed the group.

Kiyono Soaring Dragon Figure!

The rough fingers touched the outlined outer lines, and unlike ordinary tattoos, they only felt that this picture was more like an embroidery, with a distinctly raised feeling at the lines. Several people looked at the dragon with complicated expressions, from the dragon's neck on its back to the dragon's tail between its legs.

"Hey. Which nobleman's servant are you, and how did you get here? The man with a scar on his face asked.

Feeling his legs being pulled vigorously, his lower body was extremely cold and embarrassed because he was completely exposed to the air. Ink Frost gritted her teeth, and her angry gaze shot out of her deep eyes. If the eyes could kill people, perhaps, these people were already dead.

"Don't you say?" The man with the scar didn't seem to have a good temper, and he untied the soft whip hanging from his waist, and whipped it towards Ink Frost's waist.

"I'm afraid that people don't feel satisfied, so they sent it over. Otherwise, think about it, how could the boss let us greet him at the same time?" a person crossed his hands and analyzed, "No matter what, the boss has spoken to let us do our best, presumably it should be the pet of some big man." Let's teach well, teach well, and the people above will definitely have a big reward!"

The man with the scar listened, nodded, and asked no more.

And Mo Shuang is really angry at the moment, and his whole body is trembling: "I'm not anyone's pet!

Unexpectedly, no one paid attention to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the eyes of several people actually began to carefully examine his lower body. A burning sense of shame suddenly welled up, and he tried hard to close his legs, but they were pulled even wider.

A finger reached over and began to fumble.

The enraged man of "Roll !!" began to struggle, and the originally low and pleasant magnetic timbre broke and became hoarse.

"It's a virgin, be well civilized. A voice from the Endless Abyss sounded behind him.

"You ...... What are you going to do!" Ink Frost's eyes widened, and there was no hint of expectation in her expression.

His legs are lowered, and the person immediately clamps them and curls up involuntarily, as if only in this posture can he gain a little sense of security.

The group ignored the frightened crowd and just said to themselves.

"All the utensils have been replaced, don't leave any traces. Such a precious pet, what is wrong with the skin, we can't afford to pay this responsibility. ”

"Well, starting tomorrow?" Adong will teach him reflexes first, and we'll watch and take his time when he learns later. ”

"Be careful, don't really open it. ”

........................

After discussing for a while, they replaced the thick rope that tied Ink Frost's hands with a soft leather rope and left.

In the stone room, the words that Qingyu and Wu Feng were talking about seemed to be close at hand. He remembered the discussions about the dragon on him more and more clearly.

The naked man gritted his teeth and guessed the reason for what happened to him.

A day later, he began to teach, like a nightmare, and he resisted, but declared that the rebellion was invalid.

After a few days of teaching, it evolved from an initial nightmare to an abyss of the region.

After weeks of teaching, the abyss turned into a wasteland of ice and fire.

He never thought that those shameless and effective means would be used on him to separate the body and soul that had never been in the world. He's struggling, he's compromising, he's resisting, he's enjoying ...... All kinds of contradictions occupy his body and soul at the same time.

The brain scolds the betrayal of the body, but the body is ashamed to follow the guidance of those trainers, doing different actions and things.

At that moment, he was in the sky and he was in the clouds, but he was in the sea of fire and could not recover.

He hated himself, he hated such contradictions, it was obviously a hateful and shameful thing, but he always compromised. He hated himself even more for being incompetent, and had no chance to resist except for obedience.

He had never realized that he was so nasty and shameful!

Black and white split it in half, and something seemed to tear at the flesh and skin, trying to break free from it.

"Pop" was another soft whip that was whipped hard on the naked back, and the hot pain hit, but it did not leave a trace on the smooth skin. It was originally a pain like flesh opening, but the man exhaled a voice with forbearance and enjoyment.

Heaven and earth seem to be turned upside down, the sea has become a mulberry field, and in just a few weeks, the person who is stubborn and desperately resists and struggles has completely changed.

However, who is not like this among the people who enter the private training workshop? No matter how hard they struggled to resist before, don't they all go out one by one in a tame and well-behaved way?

"Shout master! if you don't want to eat the whip, hurry up!" the man scolded impatiently.

However, he could not call out the "master" in any way, and it seemed to be his last line of defense, and he was holding on tightly.

Someone kicked him in the leg, and he remembered the sound of scolding on the top of his head, and the whip was beckoned to his chest.

"No......" The man gritted his teeth, his eyes red.

Can't let go...... Once loosened...... ...... for yourself Jaya...... Can't go back...... Return...... Not going!!

"Damn, this stinky temper!" the man who looked down at him cursed and whipped hard, however, Ink Frost felt that the whip was getting lighter and lighter...... Then, no more.

When I woke up the next day, I was as drowsy and sore as ever. Ink Frost sat up violently as if awakened by some nightmare, or perhaps hoping that everything that had happened before was just an illusion, and as before, he couldn't wait to look around as soon as he woke up, and as before, his heart was extremely heavy after realizing that he was not dreaming.

Thinking back to the weeks of training, the muscles on the man's body began to flare up. However, the continuous torture made his little strength weaker. He fell weakly on the bed for a moment, and was carried out by the people who came in for routine training.

In this way, over and over again, over and over again, he learned how to please, how to be submissive, how to seduc.

Everything about the man is controlled by the people in that private training workshop.

For more than a month, the non-stop devil training from morning to late night made the man look more and more obedient and well-behaved. That is the most basic quality that a pet-eater has.

However, no one noticed that in his originally deep eyes, a dark emotion was constantly expanding. After the initial teaching, and now during the teaching, that emotion lingers even when the body is intoxicated.

It was almost dawn, and in the messy room, the man who was not hanging at all stood naked in front of the window, looking at the rising sun.

Some cool wind blew through his tired body and abrupt mood.

A leaf, swept by the wind, recklessly drifted in from the window and landed on the man's broad chest. However, before it could fall, it was torn off by the man's disgust, and the moment the blade was grabbed and fell, there were four blood marks on the solid chest.

The leaves were crumpled by the man and then thrown outside without mercy.