Mousse's eating slowed down, but it was only relatively speaking, in fact, it was still very fast, like a storm and clouds, he ate all the food on the table, and it took a total of half an hour to drink a large glass of water, and Mousse, who put down the water glass, burped, but there was still some unfinished meaning in his eyes.

At this time, Solami came out of the inner room of the room and nodded to Zhu Wen, who immediately said to Mousse, "Go take a bath, the water is ready." ”

Mousse wiped her mouth, indifferent, and looked at Zhu Wen with her eyes.

"Go and wash, you will be identified immediately when you go out like this, after taking a shower and changing clothes, I think most of the people who search for you will not recognize you, and you are much safer." Zhu Wen persuaded, took out a cigarette and knocked it on the table, raised his eyebrows at Mousse, who was still covered in dirty clothes with blood stains, and motioned for her to go to the inner room.

Mousse hesitated, got up and walked to the inner room, walked into the inner room and closed the door, and soon there was a sound of a shower in the inner room.

"The trauma medicine is on the table, apply it yourself." Zhu Wen shouted inside, trying his best to let go of his perception, making sure that the breath of life in the inner room was soaked in the bathtub, and he was also afraid that Mu Si would run away.

Solami quickly put away the plates on the table, and then stood behind Zhu Wen, Mousse is still very dangerous now, so Solami has to be careful. After a long time, Mousse came out of it, after bathing, her whole body was moist with a moist breath and a fragrance, her head was wet, and her body had changed into new clothes, not the traditional costume of the Nalach nation, but a one-piece long skirt similar to a pleated skirt, Nalahe's traditional women's clothing is waistless, and the scars on Mousse's waist are not immediately healed and cannot be exposed.

After bathing, Mousse gave Zhu Wen an amazing feeling, Mousse is thirty-three years old, which is not young for a woman, but Mousse's skin is well maintained. Very smooth, like a girl in her twenties, if it weren't for the mature temperament that young girls don't have, people who saw her for the first time might really mistake her for only twenty-three or fourteen years old, looking younger than Zhu Wendu.

There is a rule not to be in the slave trade. You just can't spoil the face of a slave. After all, most of the slaves were bought back as servants, and some were sex slaves, and the ugly ones would certainly not be sold for a good price, and few buyers would be kind enough to buy the disfigured slaves home to satisfy themselves. This applies to all slaves. So Mousse's face is completely different from the body that Zhu Wen saw at the auction, there are many scars on his body, but his face is completely absent, it is very clean, Mousse is a typical Narach person. With a plump body, a high nose bridge, big eyes, and well-coordinated facial features, it can be said that she is a Nalach beauty.

Zhu Wen often sighs that the genes of the Narah people can really be said to be a gift from God, a brick is photographed on the street, if it hits five girls, it is estimated that at least three of them can be called beauties.

"Do you want revenge? It's hard to do it alone. Even if you have the strength of the ninth high-level, if the escaped slave encounters resistance when he is captured, he can be directly killed according to the law, so it can be said that everyone outside is your enemy now, or that problem. Do you want revenge? Zhu Wen knocked the cigarette again, then took out the fire and lit it, took a deep breath and waited for Mousse's answer.

Mousse sat across from Zhu Wen, and the dagger was placed on the table in front of her. She picked up the dagger and held it in her hand, then placed her hands under the table. Still don't speak, Zhu Wen knows that she can speak, she didn't say that she was dumb at the auction, if it is, it will be noted, she just doesn't want to say it now, her eyes are very cold, she still hasn't let down her guard against the outside world, just now she dared to eat the food given by Zhu Wen because Zhu Wen has the strength to kill her or subdue her, so she is not afraid of poisoning. But when Zhu Wen asked, she didn't dare to answer, language is the most terrible weapon, and she understands this truth.

"Why would a young man of rank strength help a runaway female slave?" Mu Si asked herself, she couldn't figure it out, as for Zhu Wen's good words, she didn't believe it at all, it was a lie that only children would believe, and she had already seen through it at her age.

"What? Is it default? I just took you as a tacit acquiescence, you must want revenge, the country is destroyed, you became a slave as a prisoner of a defeated country, and you are a female slave with extremely high strength, I can guess that you have been abused by a lot of inhumanes, they try to enslave you, but you don't follow, you start to hate, start to hate those who are violent to you, gradually hate all the qiē, you want to kill those people, but you can't, your strength alone is too small, you want to die, and try to die, but you still live to this point, I don't believe that a person who is bent on death can really live until now, it can be seen that you only want to die when you can't bear it, and you still want to live and take revenge at other times, right? Zhu Wen lay on the table, his chin rested on his arms, looking at Mousse, for two or three seconds, Mousse didn't mean to speak, I don't know if he was trying to figure out Zhu Wen's words, or he didn't want to answer Zhu Wen's words at all.

The fluctuation in Zhu Wen's eyes could see that her heart was not as calm as she seemed on the surface, and Zhu Wen, who was lying on the table, continued: "Slavery is a punishment for some people, but for some people when they come, it is a real nightmare, you are loyal to your country, and you fight for it to the last moment, and you get the tragic end of becoming a slave, you must feel unfair, this system is not something you can resist, but you can kill those who have abused you to achieve the goal of revenge, You can vent your own dissatisfaction with the world, you can, you really can, as long as I help you. ”

Mousse was still indifferent, at least to show that the kind of suspicion had formed a solid barrier in Mousse's heart, and it was difficult for Zhu Wen to break it overnight, but it was not impossible.

"You're calm, you must know I won't hurt you, or I would have done it a long time ago, so you want to see what kind of rhetoric I can say, and just listen to it?" Zhu Wen smiled, got up from the table, threw away the cigarette that was already burning to the point of burning between the two fingers of his right hand, leaned on the back of the chair and tilted his head and said in a slightly mocking tone: "Have you ever been raped?" Several times? Mousse's eyes fluctuated violently, burning with anger and hatred. His hands were brought to the table and pressed against the table, and the hand holding the dagger turned white.

Zhu Wen took advantage of the iron to continue to say in a mocking tone: "I don't remember how many times, do you?" I heard that each slave regiment had a special cage in which the female slave's body could be fixed, and there was an opening in the back of the cage. Right in front of ......"

"Say no more!" Mousse suddenly screamed loudly like a lioness, interrupted Zhu Wen's words, and threw the dagger on the table, Mousse covered her face and cried bitterly. Rape - Rape. It's unbearable for any woman. Even on the earth, where the atmosphere is many times more open than the Narah nation, there are not a few women who are forced to commit suicide because of rape, not to mention that Mousse is still a woman of the Narah nation.

Xian Suimeng's novels are all right. Those experiences would be her eternal nightmares that could linger for the rest of her life.

"Shh Zhu Wen put his index finger in front of his lips and made a silent gesture, "Be quiet, don't attract the guards outside, then you will trouble me." ”

Mousse quickly stopped crying. lowered her head and wiped the tears on her face, inserted the five fingers of her right hand into her head and pushed it back, closed her eyes hard and then opened them, still with a cold and hateful gaze, but there were some other things, she learned Zhu Wen's tone and said with a little mockery: "You let me in, give me something to eat, let me take a bath and change clothes, just to laugh at me?" ”

"Of course not. Can I help you, revenge? Venting hatred? Do what you want to do? Fine, just pay a little bit for you, I can let you experience something different, and I think you'll be grateful to me in the future. Of course, the premise is ......" The premise that Zhu Wen said was not to be caught by the temple, but he didn't say it, just shrugged his shoulders mysteriously.

"Why help me? Are you a good person? "Since we have already started to speak. Mousse will not continue to pretend to be dumb, still in a mocking tone. Biting the last four words very hard, Zhu Wen had previously said in the courtyard that he was a good person to her, and Mousse scoffed at this.

"Good guys?" Zhu Wen bit the herringbone very hard, and continued with a strange expression: "I don't think I'm a good 'person'!" ”

"Believe it or not, this can be regarded as a kind of transaction, I will fulfill you, you will also fulfill me, now I will not force you, no longer give you any choice questions, you can go out immediately and continue to live a life of fear, hatred can only be buried in the bottom of your heart without catharsis, or, make this deal with me, I believe you will not regret it." After Zhu Wen finished speaking, he looked at Mousse's eyes.

There was silence in the room for a while, no matter from all angles, Mu Si was at a disadvantage compared to Zhu Wen, whether it was in terms of strength or identity, when Zhu Wen successfully opened a gap in Mu Si's mental defense, Mu Si was a little afraid to look at Zhu Wen again, and after being told to her face, she was just a poor woman who had been trampled on by many people and had trampled on her dignity and could not survive or die.

Mousse lowered her head, as if thinking.

Zhu Wen is not in a hurry now, and waits quietly.

"What should I do?" Mu Si raised her head suddenly, as if she had figured it out, what Zhu Wen did was very abrupt to Mu Si, but Mu Si really seemed to have no choice, she could die, she could go out and be arrested, but she would not be reconciled, she was already like this, a slave status, what could Zhu Wen get from her? A thug with ninth-level strength? If Mousse is being caught, maybe what kind of fate will she face, it may be the best ending to be supported by good food and drink to become a thug, then Mousse will have no hope for the rest of her life, and promised Zhu Wen that there may still be a glimmer of light in her life.

"It's simple, very, very simple, go to bed with me!" Zhu Wen smiled shamelessly, giving Mousse the impression that I was a shameless person, and after Mousse knew the truth of the matter afterwards, the huge contrast in his heart might make Musi's psychology change unexpectedly.

"That's it?" Mousse's body, it can be said that Mousse's most worthless thing now is her own body, for her, if selling her body once can completely change her next life, although she will be disgusted in her heart, but there will never be anger or anything like that, so her reaction was a little unexpected for Zhu Wen.

"That's all." Zhu Wen smiled even more: "We don't have much time, and now in the situation outside, some things are solved as soon as possible, so ......" Zhu Wen stood up, rubbed his nose and said, "Let's start now." ”

Mousse also stood up, simply ripped off her belt, and stripped herself naked, and when she agreed to this matter, Zhu Wen finally found a kind of military suzhì in her, which was really vigorous.

"Come on!" Mousse climbed onto the table and lay down, spread her legs to face Zhu Wen, tilted her head to look at him, motionless as if she were a corpse.

Zhu Wen took this woman again, a woman can make Zhu Wen take it twice a day, Mousse is the only one, she may have misunderstood Zhu Wen's meaning, Zhu Wen said "Let's start now" means to go to the room, after all, Zhu Wen said before about going to bed, not on the table, and now, obviously, Mousse understands Zhu Wen's words more directly.

"I ...... I went out first. Zhu Wengang wanted to say something, Solama said one step ahead of him, and then ran out of the door, and when he went out, the door only opened a small gap, and after getting out, the door was closed.

"Let's go to bed, the table is too hard and easy to fall apart." Zhu Wen picked up Mousse and walked into the inner room and threw it on the bed.

Mousse's body is very soft, although some of the scars that are not yet good are a little ruined, but Zhu Wen is a person who knows how to self-regulate, just look at the face, the plumpness of the mature woman makes Zhu Wen quickly fall into the sea of yu, and Mousse's suppressed moaning voice is more like a good aphrodisiac that stimulates Zhu Wen's nerves and can arouse Zhu Wen's greater conquest of yu.

In the midst of the storm, the boatman stood at the bow of the boat and shook his oars vigorously, controlling the boat to keep rocking on the rough sea, and soon the storm subsided, and the boat returned to the quiet harbor.

Zhu Wen's purpose was to inject his essence into Mousse's body, and he was not attached to the ** joy that was entangled with her, so he didn't deliberately control himself, and it was all over in just half an hour.

Zhu Wen came to two conclusions because of this, one is that his body did not have any sequelae due to fright, and the other is that this woman's endurance is really strong, even if it is high tide, she will not scream out loudly.

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In the main hall of the room, there was still the table, and it was still the three people, and Zhu Wen, who had just finished his errand, was holding a cigarette comfortably, looking relaxed.

"I did what I had to do, what about you?" Mousse asked.

"I'm done too, aren't I going to bed? What else are you going to ask me to do? Zhu Wen said in a joking tone.

"You ......" Mu Si stood up suddenly, her face was full of anger, according to Zhu Wen's words, she was tricked, she didn't have the heart to think about why Zhu Wen, who could subdue herself, would play this boring game, he couldn't resist it, she was just very angry and hateful now, if her eyes could kill people, Zhu Wen would have been killed one hundred and eighty times.

After being angry, Mousse sat down on the stool dejectedly, what could she do? She can't fight and fight, and she can't kill, and she is a runaway female slave, and no one will make decisions for her.

Slowly touching the dagger on the table, Mousse thought of death again, although she was unwilling, but now only death could free her.

"Again? Am I like that boring person? Actually, what I promised you was really done, because ......" Zhu Wen stood up, leaned forward and gradually pressed Mousse who was holding the dagger, and said slowly in a low voice: "I am the devil!" ”

Mousse's hand shook obviously, this joke can't be messed around, for humans who talk about demons in this world, the devil is a nightmare, and it is also a taboo, no one will say that he is a devil, even if he jokes with his relatives, it is impossible to say so, otherwise he is likely to be sent to the temple by his loved ones, and he will not even have verification.

"You're welcome to join us." Zhu Wen stood up straight, stretched out his broad palm at Mousse, and grinned a mouthful of small white teeth and a somewhat mischievous smile.

Mousse's eyes were first frightened, then thoughtful, and finally her eyes became brighter and brighter......

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