said that part of it was sent to Xishan to work as coolies, and part of it was provided to His Royal Highness the Prince.

How to distribute, it all depends on the mood of these soldiers, and those who are well versed in the temperament of Prince Dasheng know that the lesser of the two powers, it is undoubtedly good to go to Xishan to work as a coolie. It's a pity that they have no property and can only be slaughtered.

Because of his blindness, Thirteen was assigned to the Sangtong hunting ground for the prince to come and play with hunters. The soldier saw that Nan Mo's physical condition was better, so he sent mercy and sent her to Xishan to work as a coolie.

Thirteen knew that when it was time to separate, in prison, both of them were silent.

Until the soldiers outside began to urge, "Quick, what are you grinding?" ”

Nan Mo looked at Thirteen's scarred face, but it seemed as if he had made a big decision.

Walking outside, "I'll change with her, I'll stay here, and she will go to Xishan." ”

"Don't, don't be like that......" Thirteen took her hand in horror, "what nonsense are you talking about." ”

Nan Mo shook off Thirteen's hand and said to the soldier with a suspicious face outside: "She's just a blind person, what's the fun?" ”

Seeing that the soldiers outside did not speak.

She reiterated again: "A blind man may not be as good as a living prey like me, right? ”

"Hugh is going to play tricks." The soldier said viciously.

But it's right to think about it, if the prince sees that his prey is blind, maybe he will have to scold them.

The soldier was going to take Thirteen away and send him to Xishan.

Thirteen didn't care about the pain of being whipped, and hit her, Nan Mo didn't push her away this time, and Thirteen trembled and stuffed her with a talisman.

Knowing that she couldn't see it, Nan Mo still smiled and comforted her, "It's okay." ”

The amulet was collected closely, and the group of slaves left behind, a total of thirty-six, were mostly old, weak, sick and disabled, and in the eyes of these soldiers, it was a regrettable existence.

In the eyes of the powerful, thirty-six is an auspicious number, Da Shun.

But for these "slaves", it is just a number reported to the ghost gate.

Nan Mo didn't expect that this Lord Yan couldn't wait so much, looking forward to her reporting.

The mulberry paddock is dusty, the sky is not a good day, and the scenery is not a good scene.

The Praetorian Guards stood in hundreds of columns, protecting the two young princes.

One of the blue-shirted young men was in high spirits, and after hunting a deer, he ordered someone to cut out his heart and liver and feed it to his pet white lion, an adult wolf with a snow-white body.

The wolf in the paddock bit off the throat of the whimpering spotted deer, and the blue-shirted boy laughed, "Brother Prince, can I improve my archery skills?" ”

The courtiers who accompanied him shook their heads and sighed, but they didn't dare to show it too obviously. The crown prince wanted to take the Nine Emperors on a whim to hunt, and no one could stop him.

The man in the black shirt known as the prince looked into the distance, and Rao is question from the young man in the blue shirt, and there was no wave on his face.

His Royal Highness the Prince, in Dasheng, is even more unpredictable, he should be at a high-spirited age, but the aura around him is as cold as a demon in hell.

"The ninth brother is very skilled, but deer hunting is not very fun." The ministers gasped, and the man in the ink shirt changed his voice, his eyebrows sharpened, "Not as good as a hunter?" ”

The violence in the young boy's eyes flashed, and he agreed to his brother's casual suggestion almost instantly.

In addition to the ferocious wolf in the large enclosure, a group of submissive slaves were driven in.

As soon as they entered, some of them ran away crying and scattering, although most of these people were slaves of sin. But at the thought that they were about to become the belly of the ferocious wolf, the ministers were still embarrassed, and some of the cowardly even turned their heads away, not daring to look at it again.

It was the young Nine Emperor Prince, with a bloodthirsty factor in his eyes, staring at the panicked slaves in the paddock.

There was a fifteen or sixteen woman inside, which was particularly eye-catching. For almost as soon as she entered the paddock, she sought a long, sharp wooden awl.

The girl bowed down to dodge, clearly in a posture of preparation. Everyone can see that this slave girl does not have any superior skills, but just uses her mantis arm as a car, and this difference arouses the interest of the white lion.

Nan Mo clearly knew that his face at the moment must be as pale as paper, and it was definitely not good-looking. She was nothing special, she just acted as one of these slaves.

But she didn't want to die.

The white lion didn't take the little slave girl's resistance seriously, and tore and bited, and when she had enough fun, she pounced.

Nan Mo resisted stubbornly, raised the wooden awl and plunged it into the throat of the white wolf. This move shocked the ministers, and the Nine Emperor Princes, who were cold at that moment, were afraid of hurting the white lion, so they decided to kill her in an instant.

With the bow and arrow of the Nine Emperor Princes, Nan Mo gritted her teeth and quickly avoided it, she just didn't want to die.

The white lion was injured, and the feather arrow that should have pierced the heart of the slave girl Nan Mo accidentally penetrated the shoulder blade of the white lion and cut directly to the throat.

When the dust settled, the trainer called a halt to the game in the paddock.

All the slaves who lacked arms and legs looked nervously at the wolf, who had not even whimpered, and was lying on the ground silently.

Nan Mo trembled, not because he was afraid, but because he was uncomfortable after strenuous exercise.

In this ancient world, the growth of women was too comfortable, and this body had not been trained with high intensity for a long time. Now that it came suddenly, she wrestled with fate and found life in the cracks.

There was something peculiar about silence in the air.

The surviving slaves suppressed their fears and looked at her bold woman from far and near.

She has caused a big disaster, the feather arrow is the feather arrow of the Nine Emperor Princes, but who dares to touch the brow of this noble young man? So the culprit can only be her.

The young blue-shirted boy had a pair of gloomy eyes and didn't say a word. But the ministers felt that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings, and they didn't dare to come out.

"Since these hands hurt the ninth brother's pet, can this palace peel off your skin and bones for you to make amends?" A tone that is gentle to the bone.

The man in the ink shirt, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the cruelty on his face was mottled with a bit of awe.

He walked slowly to the paddock, waved off the trainer, and jokingly drew a dagger.

Shaking the tip of the knife, the cold blade approached, how could he allow Nan Mo to say no?

Nan Mo could see more clearly than anyone else the ruthlessness hidden under the face of this man in an ink shirt.

Nan Mo turned his head, trembled and stretched out his hands, and handed them to the young man, his posture was very similar to the spotted deer waiting to be slaughtered, and the despair in his eyes was deep.

The man in the ink shirt licked the corners of his lips playfully, and without the slightest hesitation, the blade cut into Nan Mo's skin, almost directly into the bone.

The tip of the knife was so bad that it scraped against the bones, and the sound of bone rubbing could almost be heard when it was close.

She didn't cry, she didn't despair, she bit her lower lip so badly, blood rinsed down the corners of her mouth, her face spasmed to the point of convulsions, and the pain was extreme.

Shang Yue was in a trance for a moment, and he had seen such a look in the eyes of the person who had given death.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, any power is so small.

He is the crown prince above 10,000 people under Dasheng alone, she is a lowly and humble slave girl, she can't resist, and she shouldn't resist.

Only at close range can you see that the girl's fingertips tremble slightly.

Nan Mo couldn't be clearer in his heart, this trembling was not because of the blood-licking knife, but because of the owner of these hands.

The man in the ink shirt was obviously doing an extremely cruel thing, but the smile on his face became more and more intense, and the movements in his hands were extremely cold, and the knife went to the bone.

At the end of last autumn, the prince was hunting in Xishan, fell from his horse and was injured, and this year he went out hunting, but he no longer went to the unfortunate place in Xishan.

If you hurt the love of the Nine Emperor Princes, it's good to give death, why torture so much? The courtiers couldn't stand it.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so Yaxing." With a voice that was clearly far away, but it was clear from the first word.

The voice is indistinguishable from the male and female, and it is soft and unusual.

A carriage came at a gallop, and the driver was a man with half of his face burned and a strange ugly appearance.

The carriage slowly stopped, and under the dark curtain, a hand suddenly stretched out to support the carriage's lattice in an elegant manner.

The coachman jumped out of the carriage, took a half step back, placed the stool outside the carriage, and stood aside with a respectful expression.

The carriage behind the coachman is painted with gold carvings, the body is made of agarwood, and the carriage is engraved with a dark red lotus imprint, which is extremely luxurious.

is so swaggering in front of the Dasheng royal family, it can be seen that this person is used to it.

The man's posture was upright, his steps were light, and the aura around his body was comparable to that of Dasheng Prince Shangyue, but it seemed that he couldn't see the light, and the black was out of the hood.

Shang Yue stopped, and the ruthlessness on his face flashed, "How can the pavilion master have time to come here?" ”

"The strange mountain outside the Sangtong enclosure is the place of the master of this pavilion, the weather is good today, come out and take a turn." The man's voice was surprisingly confusing.

The man seemed to be kind enough to explain, but his "eyes" after leaving were staring at the slave girl.

The ministers glanced at the yellow sand in the sky, well, the weather was indeed "good".

The pavilion master of the Mutan Pavilion? The soldiers who knew the details of the people who came couldn't help but tremble their teeth.

Mu Tan Pavilion is not a citizen of Dasheng in the strict sense, but an organization independent of Dasheng. A few years ago, His Majesty listened to the advice of the old lady and intended to weaken this force, but unfortunately before he could start, everything was in chaos.

Other countries on the border invaded, and the people were in turmoil and trouble, causing panic among the people. Even, the residences of officials below the third rank and above the fifth rank were all looted overnight.

The arrogant behavior, but only one point, is just a warning.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, doing these things on the root of the imperial city, without being discovered by the Praetorian Guard, what a terrible force is this? The old lady looked carefully, and only then did she vaguely know that it was the ghost behind Mu Tan Pavilion.

As a result, such a mysterious organization is not tolerated by the royal family, but it cannot be tolerated.

After all, if you move your whole body, no one knows how deep the water in Mutan Pavilion is?

Fortunately, Mu Tan Pavilion never served any royal family, and it was regarded as a Jianghu organization, and there was nothing wrong with it. Therefore, although the countries are jealous, they do not dare to mess around, and the respect here is enough.

Shang Yue's hand paused slightly, and he raised his eyebrows playfully, "The pavilion master is interested in this female slave?" ”

Nan Mo admitted that Rao was still distracted by such pain in her arm.

Because even if this person hides his face, he can feel the demonic spirit from his gestures.

The person behind the person did not answer, but only took a few steps closer. The Nine Emperor Princes behind Shang Yue looked at the man with hostility.

is obviously an extremely ordinary move, but in the eyes of everyone, it has a bit of a bit of sabre-rattling.

The two looked at each other.

"In this case, I will give it to the pavilion master to play with it." Shang Yue said word by word.

He raised his foot and kicked on Nan Mo's knee.

Nan Mo was hit in the knee and knelt down. The boots under his feet grinded hard against her already bloody hands.

"If the next time, let the palace see you, the palace will skin you alive, pass the boiling water, and sacrifice to the white lion."