The roaring fire shines brightly and beats like the passion of a bewitching dancer.

A group of men, women and children who were as thin as wood and had their bodies sat next to the wall on the ground, everyone lowered their heads and faces, their eyes flashed with fear, and some timid girls couldn't stop trembling.

In front of the stove sat a man in a silver shirt on a rattan chair covered with bearskin, and his pampered fair skin was more delicate than that of many girls. He looked to be in his early twenties, lying lazily on his back, deaf to the occasional screams in the room, and indifferent to the bloody scene on the desk in front of him.

There was a bloody man lying on the desk, his limbs were tied and fixed on the desk, and the curve of his body was clearly a girl. At this moment, it is impossible to see whether she is beautiful or not, her head and face are stained with blood and sweat, she clenches her chin and tries not to make a sound, but the pain and stimulation from time to time are still beyond the limit of her forbearance, and every time she screams, a leather whip will be pulled on her buttocks mercilessly.

Next to the desk stood a middle-aged man in his forties, with a beard that reached to his chest. He took the tool and pierced the girl's skin again and again at a very fast speed, and every time he stopped, someone next to him took water and poured it on the girl's back, washing away the blood for a while. But as the skin was punctured, it was soon covered with redness.

Of course, ordinary tattoos don't bleed so much, but this is the hobby of the man on the wicker chair, he wants to pierce deeply, he wants to see the blood oozing, he wants to hear the screams of pain from the people on the desk.

At this point, he was no longer interested, his eyes wandering back and forth in the room, he was picking his next target.

A room full of slaves bowed their heads in horror, not daring to meet his gaze, lest they would be the next to be tied to the desk. That table was privately called the Ten Dead and Nine Life Stage, and many people died of excessive blood loss before the tattoo was finished.

Even if the person who was tied to this rusty desk did not die of blood loss, he would soon be infected with various diseases, and his weak body would gradually dry up under the torture of illness until he died.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still people who didn't die after experiencing the torture of the desk, this platform would be called the Ten Dead and Lifeless Platform. Only one person survived, and it was still a woman. She was standing quietly behind the slave owner, looking at the female slave who was gradually screaming and unable to make a sound on the desk.

She had nine colorful phoenixes tattooed on her body, and the nine crested heads gathered on her face in different postures. Her body under her clothes was crawling with phoenix patterns. She survived from the desk, still a slave, but became a slave of the slave owner alone, and no one else here dared to give orders to her since the old master's death.

The young new master would hug her body with affection every night and kiss every colorful phoenix on her body.

The young slave owner was not satisfied with only the colorful phoenix, he also wanted dragons, scorpions, poisonous snakes, tigers, and so on. So he would spend two days a month just here to pick out the slaves who were tied to the desk.

These days were a nightmare for the slaves, everyone was driven into the house in fear, and those who were not invited to the house were glad that they had survived the catastrophe. Seven or eight people would die each time, but the young slave owner didn't care.

He owned hundreds of acres of land and hundreds of slaves. If he needed it, someone would immediately bring him to the door with a large group of slaves with smiling faces and let him buy them. Even if he didn't need it, from time to time someone in the army would send prisoners of war, either to befriend him or to thank his family for their help.

It was only a few days ago that a dozen small slaves were sent to his estate.

The person with the tattoo on the desk suddenly stopped, lowered his face and said to the young master, "It's out of breath." ”

Zheng Pi, the young slave owner, yawned boringly, and said lazily, "Carry it out." Xuan complained dissatisfiedly, "It's all rubbish! I died before I got off the desk, and if I can't find a decent one next time, I'll tie you up!"

A strong man standing behind Zheng Pi was busy with a promise that he would pick a few decent ones next time, and at the end he complimented and said, "Master, don't be angry, there are always few gods like Miss Feng, it's really not small, don't do your best." These few people are so healthy that they don't stop doing hard work for two days and two nights, but they can't hold it up when they get on the desk!"

The young slave owner didn't even pay attention to this, and beckoned the woman with the tattooed phoenix to his side.

"Go, bring that landscape ink painting to the thorns. ”

Miss Feng agreed, walked out of the door with broken steps, and walked straight to the master's study through the snow outside.

On the way, I heard the shouting and scolding of a slave guard, and frowned. At this time, I was in a bad mood when I met my master, and if I came out and heard it, it would definitely add fuel to the fire.

When I got closer, I could hear the curse from the slave's mouth.

"The little rabbit cub will let you fight back! Let you fight back! I can't smoke you a little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu will kill you like stepping on a grasshopper to death......

When Miss Feng got closer, she saw that the slave was whipping a little slave with a whip to protect his head and face, and the child was beaten and wanted to stand up, but before he could get up, he was kicked and fell to the snow, and his hands and feet were strangely shackled. When he was beaten like this at a young age, he didn't cry or shout, staring at the worker slave expressionlessly as if the whip hadn't hit him.

Miss Feng couldn't help but have an idea in her eyes, thinking that she might be able to survive to please her master, and seeing that the little slave's feet were frozen red and his body was injured, it seemed that she had to raise her body for some days first.

So he approached and called the slaves to stop.

"We are all the master's people, if you want to kill or chop, it is the master who has the final say, when will it be your turn to dare to say such a thing? Can the master's things be killed if you say kill!"

When the slave saw that it was her, he hurriedly bowed down and said hello with a smile.

"The small lesson of the disobedient slave disturbed Miss Feng, the words just now were a small gaffe, Miss Feng must not let the master know. As he spoke, he slapped himself in two mouths in quick succession.

Miss Feng saw that the beaten little slave had already gotten up, and her body was covered with blood marks from whipping, and she still had a nonchalant expression. It made her feel that such a tenacious surname might be able to get off the desk alive.

"He was shackled, and some of them were not allowed to work, so that he could eat and drink well and heal his wounds. ”

The worker slave was stunned, and wondered why this woman suddenly showed kindness to a little slave who had been sent for a few days.

"But...... General Cheng specially told him to take strict care of this kid...... Say he's restless, and now he's ......."

"Less verbose!"

Miss Feng confessed, didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurried away with broken steps.

The worker slave was angry, and when he saw the little slave's indifferent expression, he felt like a mockery and a provocation, and he just wanted to beat him to death. Seeing a group of little slaves watching and some peeking at him, he felt even more embarrassed, and secretly thought that these little bastards must be laughing at him in their hearts.

Then he waved his whip and scolded, "Look at what! Don't think that anyone will support you lowly rabbits. She's a shitty bitch, and Lao Tzu has fucked her a few times back then......"

Before the worker slave finished speaking, he saw a mocking sneer on the corner of the mouth of the little boy who had been beaten by him just now, and before he could have a seizure, he saw the boy open his mouth and shout loudly.

"Miss Feng, he said you were a slutty bitch, and he got it several times back then-"

On the white snow, the cry was unusually clear.

The slave was dumbfounded.

The little slave shouted again as if she was afraid that her voice would not be loud enough, lest the Feng girl, who had not gone far, not be able to hear it.

Miss Feng, who had just walked away not far, couldn't hear it, and stopped when she shouted for the first time. Immediately remembered what happened a few years ago, she had hatred in her heart, but she was still a slave after all. Since she was favored by her master, everyone else has been respectful to her, and she can't find a reason to retaliate. Of course, others didn't dare to mention her past things, and the discussion didn't dare to reach the ears of her master.

For a long time, she had forgotten about the past.

At this time, I suddenly remembered, ashamed and angry, and gritted my teeth with secret hatred. Originally, he didn't remember whether this worker slave had bullied her in the first place, but there were too many people who could bully her at that time, and he couldn't remember much.

Right now, someone sent it to the door by herself, so that she was angry, where would she let it go!

When she heard the boy shout a second time, she turned away and did not go over.

From afar, he shouted at the two slaves beside the slave and commanded: "Without the master's instructions, I dare not say that I will kill the slave who kills the master, but the master always returns it and lets me take care of some things.

"Feng ...... Feng ...... Miss Feng! Miss Feng—"

The worker slave's face turned pale and saw that Miss Feng left without looking back, and he was so frightened that he begged for mercy and shouted. But it didn't work. The two people beside him, one left and one right, grabbed him and pressed him to the ground.

"Brother, brother, what kind of friendship do we have, you have to take it easy, don't be ruthless......"

The two slaves looked at each other, and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't be weird, we don't dare to disobey this Feng girl's confession, your thing can't break the lifeline of the two of us, we can only be sorry for you!"

After saying that, he kicked and stomped on the crotch of the worker slave who was pressed down, and the pants of the straight kick were soaked with blood before stopping. The two slaves thought about it, and they didn't want to beat the slave to death when they thought of their friendship in the past, so they touched the hot sweat on their faces and stopped.

The little slave who had just been beaten watched from the sidelines, and did not echo the shouts of the other little slaves such as 'good fight'. When he saw that the two slaves had stopped, they dragged their shackles and approached them.

"Why did the two eldest brothers stop? You beat him like this, even if it was Miss Feng's order, he would hold a grudge, Miss Feng only said that he had taught him a lesson and did not say anything else, in the future, he will still be in charge of the two eldest brothers, if he wants to take revenge on you......" The little slave spoke like an adult, and at this time he deliberately dragged out his voice and did not continue.

The two slaves pushed him away, shouting for him to get out of the way and stand.

Both glanced at each other, and they were reminded by these words, and they were ruthless without verbal communication. Kicked the lower body of the worker slave who had passed out early with more ferocious force.

He was still screaming and swearing loudly.

"Dare to make up the rumors of Miss Feng with nonsense, let you dare to make up the rumors of Miss Feng with nonsense......"

The snow that was kicked and beaten like this was stained red, and the two workers and minions stopped again, lowered their bodies and tried to snort to make sure they were out of breath before finally stopping. One ran to report to Miss Feng, and the other drove the little slaves back to the wooden shed with a leather whip like a cow and a sheep.

Back at the wooden shed, a group of young slaves surrounded the beaten man and asked him what he had said.

The child was young and old, and he was not at all proud of the success of the plan to kill people with a knife, and he smiled and said nothing as if nothing had happened. The other children were not as old as him, and they believed that the slave died well and deserved it. They all praised the boy for his bravery and for preventing the disaster for everyone.

The cause of the incident was that one of the young girls was instigated by other children to go to the kitchen to steal food and share food, and when the slave shouted and no one answered, he drove them all out and beat them all.

As a result, the boy admitted that he had stolen it, and that he had eaten it alone.

In fact, he didn't know, and he didn't get a share of the stolen meat.

Of course, the other children who had anything to do with it were grateful, and when the slave had closed the hut and left, they all took out the food that had not been eaten and hid for him to eat.

The boy looked at the cooked meat, and though he was eager to eat it, he saw that many of the children who had not been given a share of it before were looking at it with greed, so he said that he would not eat it, and let it be shared.

"I'm in good health, everyone was unfortunately caught here and starved, so you guys are weak and eat everything. ”

The other children were a little impatient when they heard this, but no one really reached out to snatch it, and those who took out the food were busy dissuading him, and seeing that he insisted on doing so, he agreed to let the others share the food.

The boy watched the food be snatched and divided after a while, and ate them one by one with relish, and his gurgling stomach felt even more sad, but he forced himself not to let himself see it, and he didn't want to eat it. Sitting alone in the corner.

A dirty, thin girl leaned close to him and sat down. Miraculously took out a chicken leg from his bosom, held it in his greasy, dirty little hands and handed it to him.

"You eat too!"

"I don't eat it, you can eat more. Save and steal again. ”

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