The sound of the thick and stiff whip cutting through the air was monotonous and harsh, and the strong force made each whip and flesh exchange with blood, bringing long blood marks and the sound of muscle breaking and tearing.

The blood was dripping silently, and soon it became a small pool of blood.

There was silence in the world, so quiet that only the sound of whipping, the sound of whips hitting flesh and blood, and the sound of blood dripping. Monotonous and dull.

Everyone stood up straight in silence, they had never seen the owner so angry, and there had never been a time when he punished a little male pet, and he had to summon several people from the village to watch the punishment at the same time, and there was never a time when the white boy who took all the favor would have such an ugly face.

Even the deputy owner of the village under one person was silent at this time, sitting on the side very uncomfortably, carefully peeking at Di Fei, who was sitting in the center, with a pale face, and Bai Jinghong, who looked indifferent.

All the spectators had the feeling of being punished, and the solemnity and coldness in the air made it difficult for people to breathe. Almost everyone complained about Ah Han in their hearts, how could they cause such a catastrophe and let everyone suffer together.

The punishment has been going on for a long time, this is the thickest, heaviest and most vicious scale whip, even the hardest bones of the iron man, after being beaten for so long, it will be painful.

However, from beginning to end, Han was surprisingly quiet, he didn't even nag some boring words like before, nor did he ask a bunch of questions in confusion, he was quiet enough to watch the situation change, quiet to watch Di Fei angry, quiet enough to listen to Di Fei's instructions, so quiet that people took off their shirts, hung up and whipped in public.

His emaciated body was thus unconcealed in front of everyone, and there were countless scars on his body, but no one remembered those wounds, which were left to protect their owners in difficult times.

In contrast, people are more curious about his unaesthetically unattractive and slightly deformed body, and what is the reason for the owner's interest in him for so long.

At first, although he ordered to whip Ah Han in public and let everyone watch the execution, he himself didn't even look at Ah Han, he just explained to Bai Jinghong anxiously. Extremely heart-wrenching worried about Bai Jinghong's angry body, extremely angry and secretly hated, Ah Han is silent on weekdays, it turns out that he has long been jealous of Bai Jinghong, and today he has this opportunity to hurt people like this.

He held it in the palm of his hand like a jewel, and the person who was reluctant to touch a finger was humiliated by Han in public.

He was so anxious, so worried, so desperate. However, maybe it was because the time was getting longer, and the sound of the whip finally slowly recalled his mind, maybe it was because Bai Jinghong had been ignoring him coldly, he said too much and didn't respond, so he was occasionally distracted, and suddenly remembered Ah Han who was being tortured.

So he turned his eyes and raised his eyes, and he saw Han, who was half naked, and could hardly find the whole body except for his face.

The man who was hung in the air was skinny and scarred, new and old, overlapping and inseparable.

His pupils constricted slightly, and he didn't say a word. There are so many scars, how many are left to protect him, and how many are left by his own hands.

With such a thin body, why are there so many ginseng, bird's nest, deer antler velvet, He Shou Wu, just can't get fat?

He remembered how he had hurt that man, but he had forgotten how weak and thin his body had been to warm him in the darkness where the lights had gone out.

The whip cut through the air, whining. Falling on the person, the voice is extremely muffled. The small body trembled in the air and spun in a circle, and countless blood sprinkled with the tip of the whip.

Di Fei slowly pulled his hands into his sleeves, and people could only see his cold face, but they didn't know the coldness of his fingertips.

How long has it been tortured, half an hour or an hour? He watched with some bewilderment as the whip swung down with weight and force, why he had never noticed before that his executioner was so attentive and so hardworking.

Looking up at Han's face, there was no anger, hatred, or pleading in pain.

As in the past countless years, the calm face and clear eyes are just a little puzzled and slightly troubled.

Across the sky, across the sun, across the flow of countless people, their eyes meet in the air, the coldest eyes in the world, the clearest eyes in the world. The coldest eyes in the world, the clearest eyes of red dust.

Di Fei was slightly shocked, he was not afraid of any bloody battle or any strong enemy in his life, but at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to turn his head and not make eye contact with that person.

He had punished countless people mercilessly, he had seen too many screams in pools of blood, painful struggles, some people scolding to death, some people still mourning and forgiving to the end, but there had never been such a peace, that peace of confusion and incomprehension.

The boy, as he had done countless times before, regarded him as his master, and whatever he asked, he simply took it silently.

Even if he is puzzled, he does not resist, and even if he is confused, he does not doubt.

Di Fei's face was cold, and he forced himself to look over, he couldn't show his weakness in front of his subordinates, and he couldn't let Bai Jinghong see his softness at this time.

Such flesh and blood, so thin and thin. The eyes that are so clear without the slightest impurities of red dust are so clear and clear, as if they do not belong to the world.

Maybe one day in the future, he will ask again as if unintentionally: "Master, you said that you want me to be your favorite male pet, and you will whip him if you dote on someone?" ”

Then he would shake his head again with tears and laughter.

He's always like that.

Di Fei clenched his fingers one by one in his sleeve. yes, almost forgot, Han is like that. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, he was actually just a naïve, ignorant child, the child can't lie, the child only thinks what to say, and the child doesn't understand too complicated things. Therefore, he will always say things that adults can't accept and believe.

yes, he forgot. Ah Han can even be angry with him, not to mention the arrogant Jinghong. It wasn't Han who was at fault, it was himself. It was because he used people improperly, and it was because he was in a hurry to go to the doctor. Ah Han said hurtful words, but I am afraid that it is not intentional. It's just that even if I think about it at this moment, it's in vain.

What he said can't be taken back, otherwise as the owner of the village, where is his prestige, and after Bai Jinghong was hurt so much, if he didn't express it, how could he resolve this resentment.

So, regardless of whether there was remorse or resentment in his heart, he still just sat expressionless, watching this endless punishment with a blank face.

Such a pair of eyes, separated by countless time and space, countless people and things, looking at it from afar, there is no hatred or resentment, only a faint incomprehension. With each whip, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he just looked at it like this.

Di Fei slowly clenched his hand into a fist in his sleeve. He was suddenly terrified, afraid that Han would call him like this: "Master." Afraid that Ah Han asked so clearly: "Master, why?" ”

He can't answer, why? Because he asked himself in his heart, that is, at the beginning, he was not angry, he was not resentful, he did not lose his mind, and after seeing Bai Jinghong vomit blood and faint, all he could do was still to give an order and punish him.

In this world, there is no right and wrong, no right or wrong, no good or evil, only profit and harm. Before Bai Jinghong, the little Han was never insignificant. For the sake of Bai Jinghong, what does it matter if you kill anyone or sacrifice anyone.

However, why is the blood so red, so eye-catching, and why is the whip so harsh and irritating? How long was this long punishment, how many lashes Han received, why didn't he faint, why didn't he cry, why didn't he beg for mercy, why didn't he shout, master, for the sake of me saving you, spare me.

As long as he says a word, he will have the stairs down, as long as he is willing to point out that he has saved his life, then even Bai Jinghong has no reason to embarrass him.

However, he said nothing.

Han never said it, Han never embarrassed him, never took credit for him, never made any slightly higher demands on him.

He just said, Master, please pamper me. Master, let me be your favorite male pet.

Han's biggest request for him, the only time he negotiated conditions, was just to say that you have to let the doctor see your injuries.

He would never say that even if he was tortured to the point of being completely decent, even if he was beaten all over his body, he would never remember to remind the world that he had used his life to save Blood Shura Di Fei.

However, he doesn't understand how forgetful the world is, and when you don't talk about it yourself, the world will do it as a matter of course, and all this has never happened.