With a long sigh of relief, Zhao Zhu pursed his lips and walked back to the yurt, he knew that he would not be pulled up to do coolies, because those slaves who were coolies also had runes on their bodies, if it was Zhao Dashao at the peak of his real strength, these people were certainly not worth mentioning in his eyes, but now Zhao Dashao is not qualified, and any slave can easily kill himself.

There was a liquid utensil in the yurt, Zhao Zhu originally thought it was water, but he didn't expect it to be a black liquid, and it smelled foul, similar to the smell of the big man before, Zhao Zhu frowned, he didn't want to drink this, although he didn't know whether he was poured this thing when he was unconscious, but at that time he didn't know anything after all, and he didn't feel it after drinking, and now, unless it was really exhausted, Zhao Zhu would not touch it again.

That's it, sitting and lying in the yurt, lying and sitting, spending an afternoon, Zhao Zhu didn't dare to run out blindly at this time, strength is a person's confidence, now Zhao Zhu doesn't have the confidence to do those things that will cause danger to himself, in case he runs out blindly and is caught doing anything to you, he doesn't even have the ability to resist.

In the evening, the big man came again, and when he saw that Zhao Zhu was still sitting in the yurt, he seemed very satisfied, and then beckoned to Zhao Zhu and motioned for Zhao Zhu to come and follow him.

Zhao Zhu could only follow, the two of them walked out of the yurt, and continued to walk along the camp, along the way, Zhao Zhu saw a lot of things, which looked similar to ordinary nomads, and there were no strange monsters similar to those in "The Lord of the Rings", nothing more than horses, cattle and sheep.

Dahan led Zhao Zhu into a beautifully decorated big yurt room in the center of the camp, bowed down outside to say goodbye, speaking a language that Zhao Zhu didn't understand, and a voice came from inside, Dahan showed a happy look on his face, and then pushed Zhao Zhu. Promoted this gorgeous yurt.

In this yurt, there are charcoal basins, which are very warm, and there is incense inside, which smells good, and seems to isolate this place directly from the stinky camp outside.

Zhao Zhu was wearing a shackle around his neck, a little heavy, originally this little weight was nothing to him, a little hard. It's also like a papier-mâché, but now for Zhao Zhu, it's a big burden, so he has to keep his head down, in the eyes of outsiders, this is a sign of humility, of course, Zhao Zhu also knows, but he doesn't care. These people in the mission world, in his eyes Zhao Zhu, are all NPCs, and his posture is lowered. To make a slave look like it should be, it's like accompanying these NPCs in a sitcom, and it's nothing, of course. In the real world, that's a different story.

There were three people and two maids in the yurt. One left and one right, a woman wearing a crown sitting in the center, should be the master of this yurt, or the hostess of this tribe.

This woman is not very good-looking, not even as good-looking as the maid next to her, her complexion is very dark, her skin is very rough, she looks weather-beaten at first glance, and her body exudes such a heroic spirit, which should be experienced in the battlefield battle, and the energy fluctuations on this woman's body are not small, which is probably equivalent to a group member with an ordinary task completion degree of 10, which is already very powerful.

The woman said some more words, Zhao Zhu didn't understand what she meant, but she could generally hear from her tone, the other party seemed to be quite satisfied with her, and then one of the maids directly brought out a large wooden barrel from behind the main seat and motioned for Zhao Zhu to sit in.

Just take a shower here?

Zhao Zhu was a little surprised, although he was usually a person who liked cleanliness very much, but here at this time, in this yurt, in front of these three women, he took off his clothes and went into a bath, there was still something like that.

But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, Zhao Zhu will not be hypocritical, people will take a bath when they ask you to take a bath, and they don't ask you to go to the execution ground, what's the big deal, now everything has to follow them first, Zhao Zhu believes that he will eventually find a way to treat his injuries and restore his strength.

Sitting in the bathhouse, the maid poured hot water in, fortunately, although Zhao Zhu was seriously injured, the bottom of his body was still there, and this bit of heat was nothing.

Originally, Zhao Zhu was rubbing his body by himself, but soon, the two maids came over together to help Zhao Zhu take a bath, and the woman wearing the crown walked over with great interest and looked around the steps.

Zhao Zhu felt a bit like the face of being paid tribute to the female lord, and this female lord was still very satisfied with himself, and he didn't understand whether he should feel proud and proud because of this;

From childhood to adulthood, Zhao Zhu knows that he is very handsome, this is not narcissism, his temperament and his appearance are indeed much beyond ordinary people, after all, Zhao Zhu's father and mother are handsome guys and beauties that are very in line with the general perception of society, Zhao Zhu's father's elegance, Wu Xiuya is still charming even if she is now fifty years old, such a good genetic inheritance, how can Zhao Zhu be so bad?

And the superior living environment from childhood to adulthood has given Zhao Zhu the temperament of a son of a family, and after entering the horror online readership, after the tempering and precipitation of many things, as well as the recent nirvana remodeling, Zhao Zhu's whole person has become more ethereal, and his skin is like a newborn baby, even Qin Tiantian pouts and is jealous that her husband's skin is actually better than her own wife every time she strips naked with Zhao Zhu, this female lord is interested and satisfied with herself, It's a matter of course.

It's just that Zhao Zhu began to hesitate, after he cleared his name, what should he do if the other party asked him to sleep?

Thinking about it, Zhao Dashao actually began to look at this female lord again;

People, it's a little darker, the skin is also a little rougher, but the figure is not bad, the front and back are upturned, and there is also material, after watching it for a long time, it is still quite attractive, so what, if you really have to do it, Zhao Zhu doesn't mind really having a friendship with her, if you can really win her favor and get yourself some supplements and medicines, it will really help you too much.

At this moment, maybe the other members of the group who were sent to the mission world are still tossing in the desert or being captured as the most despicable slaves, like Zhao Zhu, who can rely on his face to get mixed up, they probably only have envy even if they know.

After taking a bath and changing into a clean robe, Zhao Zhu's whole person also felt relaxed, he was already in tatters when he was hit by the beam of light before, and he tossed in the desert for a day and a night, it is estimated that there is not much difference from the image of Brother Sharp, and now that he has picked himself up, the whole person feels refreshed.

The two maids retreated at this time, closed the curtain, and the female lord sat on the couch that was both a bed and a chair, patted the empty space beside her, and motioned for Zhao Zhu to sit here and get closer to her.

Zhao Zhu looked at the female lord, pointed at her, and then pointed to the wooden barrel beside him, meaning, eldest sister, let's do that thing, can you also take a bath first?

In ancient times, some nomads had a worship of rivers, and because of the limited conditions, they rarely bathed;

There was once a scholar who wrote such a story in his miscellaneous notes, when a Han man from the mainland was caught on the grassland as a slave, and then a woman from a noble family took a fancy to him and wanted to go to Wushan Yunyu with him, of course that guy was also willing, they were all slaves, where did he usually have the opportunity to touch a woman, and he hurriedly entered the yurt with the woman of the noble family, and the woman was just a slave of the noble family, and her status was lower than that of the concubine, maybe those noblewomen would dress up a little and clean up themselves, she just didn't need it, As a result, when she was a child, the woman took off her pants and directly smoked the man's faint, and the smell was very sour.

The authenticity of this miscellaneous record needs to be verified, but it is not groundless, according to legend, the personal maid of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, Su Malagu, even the Kangxi Emperor was brought up by her, and her status in the Manchu Palace is very respected, but she can't take a bath because of her religious reasons, and she has never taken a bath since she was sensible in this life, and when she really wants to clean up her body, she takes a glass of water, carefully wipes her body little by little, and has to drink the rest of the sewage when she is finished.

The female lord didn't understand what Zhao Zhu meant, out of thinking inertia, of course she couldn't guess that Zhao Zhu, a slave who was paid tribute, would actually think she was dirty, and she didn't bother to understand what Zhao Zhu meant, so she came down directly and hugged Zhao Zhu, this strength is really big, Zhao Zhu subconsciously sniffed it on the side of her neck, there was no taste, and there was a little fragrance, which was similar to the taste of the soaphorn before, Zhao Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart now, come on, come on, what should come is always coming, Other group members may still be working as coolies, but they can still have women and be people, and they know that it is enough, right?

However, just as the female lord pressed Zhao Zhu under him, there was a sudden sound of a horn outside, and the female lord's face immediately changed, she got up and drew her sword, but fortunately, before she had time to take off her clothes, she rushed out of the yurt directly.

Zhao Zhu was still lying on the couch alone, sat up, stretched his waist, looked left and right, and then made sure that the female lord and the maids were not nearby, Zhao Zhu got out of bed and began to rummage things inside.

"Food, drink, supplements, herbs, where, where?"

Zhao Zhu was rummaging and muttering to himself, and at this moment, a shadow slowly sneaked into the yurt, and slowly came behind Zhao Zhu, and a dagger that exuded cold air was sent to a position very close to Zhao Zhu's neck, and Zhao Zhu seemed to be unaware. (To be continued.) )