Half a day later, the man in black finally walked silently in front of Wu Feng, the light of the afterglow set off his Xiao Suo, and his dark eyes were dim. The whole person was as tired and depressed as if he had just returned from the Shura field.

After sending off the last subordinate, the man in white paid attention to the man. When his eyes saw the missing corner of the nameplate hanging around the man's neck, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly—he finally agreed.

"Follow me. Without further words, Wu Feng just nodded to Ink Frost, and then led him to a room. Then he pressed it at one point in one of the frescoes, and suddenly the entire stone wall where the fresco was carved moved away, revealing a long dark passage inside.

Wu Feng pinched a trick, and a bright blue flame rose from his palm, and he took the lead in stepping in.

After descending the long staircase, there is a long, narrow and damp passage, the stone walls of which are covered with moss and smell of moist earth. After walking half a pillar of incense, the road began to be wide and flat, and the surrounding earthen walls began to become walls of stone casting, with no intricate patterns and carvings, some just plain and unpretentious native stones—of different sizes and shapes, some convex and some concave. It's like...... Makeshift average.

"This is a tunnel dug by my men that leads to the back mountain. There are not many people who know, and it is relatively secretive. Wu Feng stopped in a very empty place and looked around: "In the future, you will be trained here." When you come back, there will be a large stone room here, teach you something else, or ......" The man said, suddenly turning to look at Ink Frost with a smile: "To imprison you." ”

Mo Shuang shook slightly, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"Wait a minute, I've already informed Ziwu, he'll be there soon. ”

After the tea hour, a man walked briskly in the passage opposite the front of the clearing, a neat young man, who looked very old, but whose eyes shone with a determined and resolute light.

“...... class?"

When the visitor approached, under the light of the open fire in Wufeng's palm, the moon-white skin looked even paler, and the ink cream finally couldn't help but breathe.

With moon-white skin, blue eyes, and an extremely characteristic appearance, he instantly recognized that it was a species!

Somehow, Mo Shuang's anger rose inexplicably, and looking at the person in front of him, his expression became more and more gloomy.

"This is the Witch. He will be responsible for teaching you later. Wu Feng said lightly to the man in black.

Mo Shuang frowned, glanced at the gold medal around Ziwu's neck and said, "Your playmate?"

Wu Feng glanced at the person who came and was silent.

Ziwu was stunned for a moment, looked down at the sign hanging between the collarbones, and then laughed as if he suddenly understood something: "Sort of." Hello, my name is Ziwu. As he spoke, the visitor reached over and wanted to shake the other's hand.

However, Mo Shuang looked at the person with a frosty face, and had no intention of reaching out, just looking at it coldly.

The outstretched hand froze in the air, Ziwu scratched his head, and retracted his hand a little embarrassed.

Wu Feng shook his head and said to Ziwu: "I will bother you in the future, if you need anything, you can come to me." ”

Ziwu returned the salute and said, "Understood." ”

Wu Feng walked up to Ink Frost and patted him on the shoulder, whispering in his ear, "You remember for me what I said." Then he left.

The passage gradually dimmed with Wu Feng's departure, and the remaining two people looked at each other speechlessly, as if they were secretly competing.

When the last bit of light was about to disappear, Ziwu finally moved, he took out a fire fold and shook it, and blew it again, and a little fire finally rose in it, and then turned into an orange flame again. He took the torch and found the torch hanging on the wall and lit it. In an instant, the space that had almost completely darkened was lit up again.

"You... Doesn't seem to like me very much. The bright man asked with some confusion.

Ink Frost just stood upright in the dim light of the fire, and didn't answer.

Ziwu was not so embarrassed when he was bored, but said to himself: "Your situation, your left envoy told me." I know that no one likes to be a plaything that someone else controls, but there are things that you have to do. Look, didn't I wear this sign for my mission?" he said, picking up the somewhat heavy gold medal and glancing at it.

Ink Frost's somewhat dull eyes finally looked at this class: "What do you mean? You're not his playmate?"

Ziwu shook his head with a smile, his tone relaxed and helpless: "I'm not, have you ever seen a pet dare to talk to his owner like that?"

Recalling Shicai Wufeng's attitude towards the comer, Mo Shuang's heart became a little clearer: "Are you...?"

A class, what kind of identity can make Wu Feng treat each other politely?!

"Have you heard of the rebels?" asked the man unabashedly.

"Rebels...?" Ink Frost had heard of this word, especially when he killed the discipline on the sand dune, and the words of the discipline seemed to mention these two words.

Ziwu thought for a moment and said, "The rebel army is called a rebel army in the outside world, and it is a resistance force formed by various races that have been enslaved because of their decline. At first, it was a class, but later some sharks and other small clans who were unwilling to be slaves joined. ”

Mo Shuang frowned: "Why is the Left Power Envoy related to you?"

"You may have to ask him. There are things that concern the secrets of your demon clan, and as collaborators, we can't break the rules. Ziwu said bluntly: "I can tell you superficial things, but forget if it's too deep." Some of them can't tell you, and some of them I don't even know."

Ink Frost muttered, "Collaborator ......".

Ziwu smiled, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "You think too much, just toss yourself." Whatever, we just need to do our own things in a down-to-earth manner. These people have flowery intestines in their stomachs, you guess and guess, and you can't guess. ”

Mo Shuang looked back at him, not knowing what he was really thinking, and his expression was a little solemn.

"I know you were forced, but who wasn't forced out? You behave well this time, we have won Xiaozhu, and the left envoy's attitude towards you will be better. Ziwu scratched his head.

"Even you can see it......" Ink Frost smiled wryly.

Ziwu nodded, and said with some sympathy: "It's a little bad." ”

Needless to say, in the following days, Ink Cream, who learned the true identity of Ziwu, softened his attitude towards him, although he was still a little lukewarm, but he was not so resistant. And Ziwu taught the man who was forced to become a servant and a pet to sacrifice to others, and taught all kinds of things that he could.

The teaching, which was relatively only a theory and did not act excessively, made Ink Cream's originally unwilling and depressed mood begin to calm down, until, Ziwu felt that the man had learned about the same, and after handing it over to Wu Feng for inspection, he began to live a life that was worse than life and death.

However, this time, no matter how excessive Wu Feng's request was, he did so with a blank face. No matter how shameful and shameless the act was, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

His eyes were empty, as if his soul had long since left his body, leaving behind nothing more than a skin that had been fooled.

And his actions, as long as the silver-haired man is slightly dissatisfied, will be severely punished.

A month passed.

A man dressed in loose dark blue knelt on one knee with an expressionless face at the side of the bladeless man.

The shoulder-length cuffs exposed the powerful but sleek arms with a few scales, the open chest of jade swaying back and forth between the pretty collarbones, the thick and broad chest beneath the brand, and the belly half-covered and half-concealed by clothing. His head had strange horns shaped like a stag's, under his loose robe were two legs with translucent black scales on both sides, slender and powerful, the soles of his feet resembled dragon claws, and his fingertips had tough and sharp nails, behind his legs was a long tail that was dark purple in the scorching sun, shaped like a dragon's tail and like a water snake, with fins on the back of the tail and wings on both sides, fins and wings were translucent black with craggy bone spurs inside, and ended in a large back hem that spread out and lay flat on the ground.

The man's head was lowered, his eyes were looking at the ground, his long black hair was scattered casually around his waist like splashing ink, and his hands were raised high above his head, holding a cup of tea in both hands, the tea bowl was delicate and beautiful, and the water in the cup was faintly fragrant, but it had long since cooled.

This action has been going on from early morning to noon.

The man did not drink or answer the tea he handed him, as if he did not exist, and continued to be busy with the business at hand.

However, the man who handed the tea remained silent and motionless, not even a little shaky because of the soreness of his hands. For a whole morning, the water in the teacup did not ripple in the slightest.

Waiting until Wu Feng ran out of lunch, he went to look at the person who had been kneeling next to him, and said lightly: "It's cold, pour me another glass." ”

"Yes. ”

There was a slight fluctuation in the water surface, and the person who had been kneeling for a long time struggled to stand up, and after relieving his already numb legs on the spot, he poured the cold tea into the designated place, and then respectfully took the freshly warmed teapot from Xia He's hand, raised his sour arm, and poured it carefully. Then he handed over the warm tea with both hands.

Wu Feng took the teacup with one hand, and leisurely drank it while looking at the person in front of him who had been polished and seemed to have no edges, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"The injury you were punished the day before yesterday is healed, right?" said the cold lips without warmth.

"Okay, almost. The man who replied lowered his eyebrows.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "Your recovery ability is very fast, and when you are completely healed and leave no traces, you can set off." ”

"Yes. Inkfrost replied, looking blankly at the edge of the table.

"It's been a good time, and it would be nice if you could change that expression. As he spoke, the man in white lifted the chin of the kneeling man with his hand.

The face was as clean as a knife, the deep eyes were lowered, the handsome face was less vibrant, and the whole person was like a beautiful puppet that could move.

Ink Frost didn't speak again, nor did he look at Wu Feng's eyes, his position only shifted from the edge of the table just now to the white clothes.

Wu Feng said: "You are really stubborn" said helplessly put down the man's chin, and said leisurely: "You count, how many times have you been punished for this matter?"

If there are any flaws in the person who is a pet at the moment, it is estimated that there are only two points - never calling the master, and the expressionless face from beginning to end.

And these two points are actually the most basic things of a pet-flattery.

But this person, no matter how he beats or punishes, he always grits his teeth and does not gnaw, even if he is tossed and faints, he will not change when he wakes up. Such a character that is more stubborn than a cow finally makes Wufeng have no choice.