However, after being dragged out of the basement by the big man with a chain, she felt that she had thought too simply. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although she could understand the conversation between the short and thin man and the big man before, she didn't expect that the word 'branded' in the other party's words was not a false finger, but a red-hot soldering iron with the word slave on her body was really 'imprinted'!

With her hands and feet shackled, she was taken under a wooden shed, where she watched as a large, naked, athletic man picked up a red-hot iron rod from a charcoal-filled brazier and walked towards her.

The scorching heat reminded her of the scorching sun above her head when she first woke up.

Cut!

Rao was calm with her, her pupils suddenly shrank when she saw this scene, she quickly and secretly glanced around with her afterglow, but found that the outlaws around her were more guarded, if she made a move at this time and was besieged, it would be difficult for her to resist at all!

Is it really to be branded as a slave?

She was not afraid of the pain of her body when it was burned, but because her body was too weak to withstand such trauma. Once branded like this, it is estimated that she will be extremely weak, which will probably have a big impact on her plans to escape halfway.

"Wait!"

She finally spoke for the first time since she regained consciousness, glaring at the guy who was coming step by step, warning.

It was a rather pleasant voice, with a feminine crispness, which surprised her.

You know, anyone who has been familiar with a deep voice for decades, but one day suddenly finds that the tone coming out of his mouth has become a different tone, he will be a little unaccustomed.

However, this is not the worst of all.

Because, at the same time as she said this, the big man who walked towards her was stunned, and she was also stunned.

She found that she was still speaking the language she was familiar with, and although she could understand the words of the world, the big man could not understand her.

"What is she talking about?"

The big man turned his head to look at the man who had grabbed her chains, and it seemed strange.

"I don't know. ”

In the same way, the man who had been ordered by the leader to bring her here was also puzzled.

The two of them look at me, I look at you, but in the end, they shrugged their shoulders at the same time, spread their hands, and were ready to completely ignore her abnormality.

With a soldering iron in his hand, the big man continued to walk towards her, looking numb to the habitual labeling of the goods.

"I said, stop!"

Her eyes lit up, and she stared at the big man and said in a deep voice again, regardless of whether the other party could understand it or not.

"If you don't want to lose your life, I advise you to put down what you have in your hand!"

A series of inexplicable strange tones came out of the mouth of the beautiful slave girl in front of him, and the big man finally stopped him, not that he understood her words, but that he understood her eyes.

It's a very dangerous look.

It's like being stared at by a dangerous wolf at your throat, as if it will pounce at any moment and kill it with one blow!

He hesitated, not knowing whether to step forward or not.

However, at this time, the big man who was dragging the chains of her hands was impatient, he didn't stand at the angle where he could see her eyes, but he was a little dissatisfied with the big man with the soldering iron in his hand, and he urged.

"Hurry up, Eisen, what are you waiting for? This is what the boss ordered, and I'm in a hurry!"

The big man turned his head to look at him when he heard this, he was stunned, and then he laughed at himself in his heart, feeling that he was a little too sensitive.

"Okay, William, I'll label her as 'label'!"

After all, she has become a slave in an iron cage, handcuffed and shackled, and at this time she is in the hands of her familiar partner, even if her eyes are fierce, what can she do?

He shook his head, laughed at himself in his heart, and walked up to her, grabbed her left wrist, and was about to imprint the soldering iron on her left arm.

Fight back?

Or do you want to be patient and wait for the time to escape?

At this moment, she was indeed a little helpless because of the language barrier.

Her professional instincts told her that now was not the right time to strike, because she didn't have enough stamina to take out so many people and continue to run, and she should continue to wait for the opportunity to succeed in one blow.

However, her reason also told herself that once this brand was branded, her identity would truly become a slave, and no matter where she fled, she would be recognized and arrested!

Left and right are a dead end, what should she do?

She struggled as she watched the red-hot iron approach her left arm, feeling the burning heat close at hand, and even imagining the skin on her arm rattling and aching at its temperature.

Endure?

Or kill?

The two thoughts kept flipping through her mind, changing over and over again.

Kill!

At the moment of decision, her pupils shrank into a dangerously small pinhole shape!