Many slaves looked at Gongsun Hu sympathetically, but they could only look at him, they couldn't help him, they couldn't help Yang Zimo, their hearts had already been numb, but under that terrible cry, their hearts were still trembling, and they were silently mourning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The last time Gongsun Hu saw Yang Zimo, Zimo didn't look like anything anymore, she was just spread on the ground, as if her hands and feet had been broken, and there were no bones in her body, she was naked, but she couldn't see a piece of normal flesh color, the kind of dark black all over her body, you can imagine what kind of blood was dripping when these blood stains were not yet dry.

She opened her eyes and looked at the door of Kowloon Villa.

At the gate of Kowloon Villa, Gongsun Hu was locked in shackles and was about to be taken away.

Her mouth squirmed, probably calling his name, the only name she knew, Xiong Hao! and slowly, slowly closed her eyes, and didn't move anymore.

Gongsun Hu grabbed the shackles with his hands, so that the shackles would not dangle around, and the wear and tear of the skin on his wrists would be lighter, his hands were fine, but his feet were miserable, every step he took, the heavy shackles were almost dragged forward, and before Gongsun Hu completely rushed in, he didn't have time to take a closer look, the treasure in his heart, Yang Zimo, was dragged away.

"Zimo, don't go, don't go, I want you to wait for me, wait for me, you want to live, you must live!" Although he has always been unwilling to admit that Zimo has left this world, he subconsciously understands that Zimo is dead.

But he just didn't want to believe that his Zimo was still alive.

Waiting for the day in the future, they will meet, and he promised to take her to live a free and happy life with him.

Gongsun Hu couldn't break free from this shackle no matter what, and he couldn't rush to Yang Zimo's face, he wanted to tell her that he wanted her to live, and if she died, he would definitely avenge her, however, his last wish was not fulfilled. was dragged away by several black-clothed guards.

Two servants ran over, shook their heads and said, "Zhuang, Zhuang master, Yang Zimo, she is dead!"

"Buried!" An Dapeng said coldly.

Zimo died? Zimo lost his breath? His heart was hollowed out, as if life had lost its meaning at this moment, and his eyes began to become hollow, walking like a walking corpse.

"No, it's fake, it must be fake, Zimo will be fine, she will be fine, that slave is a liar, he is lying to me, lying to me, fake, I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I lie to me. Say you're lying. Gongsun Hu, who had walked far away, suddenly broke free from the drag of the crowd and ran towards the slave, he grabbed him by the collar and asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't lie. The slave replied cautiously.

"No, it can't be, she was just going to talk to me...... An Dapeng, you return my Zimo, Zimo ......" Gongsun Hu said to himself, but there were two lines of tears hanging on his cheeks.

"Let's go!" An Dahai dragged Gongsun Hu forward,

"For your sake, which is worth a hundred taels of gold, let you climb on my horse and carry you off. An Dahai said.

Finally leaving the Nine Dragons Villa, the thirteen slaves walked step by step on the way to the palace, dragging iron shackles through the paths, through the terraced fields, over the mountain streams, and around the villages.

Gongsun Hu staggered, he didn't seem to know what he was doing, and walked aimlessly with them.

Only this sentence was read in his mouth, and then he laughed maniacally: "Fake, fake, all fake, haha, it must be fake." ”

The task of escorting the slaves was still handed over to An Dahai, and only An Dahai did the work, which was the most reassuring to the owner.

"Is he crazy?" said the other guard.

"Leave him alone, he's only temporary. An Dahai said.

"Zimo, do you remember the first time we met? It was in a summer, that day, the sky was so blue, the wind was so cool, that day, you were wearing a powder blue dress, beautiful like a little fairy from the sky, although you were stained by sweat like a little flower cat, so cute, but you were chased by bad people, I know that you and I were also born in a big family, but why were you chased by bad people, what happened, it seems that even you don't know.

We have the same fate, if our encounter is arranged by God, then there should be fate between us to meet again, right?

When everyone else said that I was a broom star, everyone avoided me and hid away, only you were with me, relying on each other, Zimo, do you know? Since then, I have vowed to be good to you for the rest of my life, you are my only friend, how afraid I am of losing you, my relatives have left me one after another, all blame me for my bad life, I didn't expect that in the end, I hurt your ....... Gongsun Hu once again shed tears of sadness.

"Oh my God, can you tell me why you want to punish me like this? If you can bring Zimo back to life, I will do whatever you want me to do. Even if I am allowed to die, I am willing!" Gongsun Hu shouted in his heart.

Suddenly, Gongsun Hu felt that he had nothing to love, and the days of being a slave had made him desperate, if my death could really be exchanged for Zimo's life, I would be willing! He sat there dumbfounded, motionless, and Ren An Dahai and the others raised their whips and whipped him without any reaction.

"It's over, this kid's heart is dead, when a person's heart is dead, in fact, his soul is completely rotten, and people can't live. An Dahai said.

No matter how much he was whipped, he didn't move. Changgui said.

"What can we do, let everyone drag him away, and drag him to the palace, otherwise, the owner of the village must punish us." An Dahai said.

"I suggest that you send him back and exchange him for another slave, right?" said Changgui.

"Are you a pig's brain, or do you think your life is too long? Do you think he still has a life if you send him back? He is 100% certain to die, and we are willing to be punished, at least three months' monthly money is deducted, which is still a trivial matter. If the owner is angry, the little life will also whine. An Dahai said.

"But what's the difference between being like this and being dead?" said Changgui.

"Yes, Yang Zimo is dead, his heart is dead, he is already desperate, poor little fellow. An Dahai said with rare sympathy.

"Then let's rest here for a while! I'm tired anyway. Changgui said.

"yes, just rest where you are for a while!" said several of the other guards.

"Alright then, just rest for a while, and leave in ten minutes. An Dahai said.

Gongsun Hu was not interested in listening to anyone at all. A red-clothed guard volunteered to come over, intending to persuade Gongsun Hu.

"Hey, boy, my name is Murong Gang, I know you are very sad, people can't be resurrected after death, mourn! Murong Gang said.

He can't say much, he is a red-clothed guard, and he is already a high-ranking employee in Jiulong Villa, and they have money to get it.

He looked at Gongsun Hu seriously, wanting to see through this sixteen-year-old boy. I saw that he was beaten to rags, and the blood on his face could no longer show his handsomeness. A picture of seeing death as if he were at home and being indifferent to everything makes people feel helpless.

An Dahai is not only rich but also the owner's henchman, but also the owner's minion, and is also promoted to the red-clothed guard, Changgui is the Tsing Yi guard, because he is a bit educated, and the representative goes to the palace to sign a letter and draw a pledge and other work.

Although Gongsun Hu heard Murong Gang's words, he only glanced at him, then closed his eyes again and remained motionless.

"Little Huzi, my name is Liu Youcai, I was only twelve years old when I was sold to Jiulong Villa, my parents' biggest hope in this life is that I can become rich, so I was named Liu Youcai, but unfortunately, our family has always been very poor, otherwise, I would not have been sold here, the reason why I am still alive is because I still want to go home once, I don't want to die in a foreign land, I am not sure if my family is still alive. Liu Youcai is twenty years old, and he is also a slave, he pulled Gongsun Hu and said.

Gongsun Hu also glanced at him with his eyes, and the handwriting of No. 6 was engraved on his forehead, but he still didn't move or speak.

"Little Huzi, your Yang Zimo was beaten to death by the owner, only by living, you can avenge her, there is no point in your despair, Yang Zimo is already dead, if you die again, her death will be in vain. Zhan Dong said in that thick voice.

He is a black-clothed guard, and although they also receive a meager salary, they are also well aware of the tyranny of the owner.

"If I die, who will avenge Zimo? Gongsun Hu was thinking about it.

"If you don't want to live, what will your mother do? Who will provide for him in the future?" a voice suddenly appeared in his thoughts.

"Mother, yes, what should I do with my mother? Mother, where are you, the child is very sad, sad, the child is not filial!" Gongsun Hu suddenly remembered something and cried.

When everyone saw Gongsun Hu crying, they understood that the child might have thought about it, so they put their minds at ease.

"Get up, get up, all get up, let's go!" An Dahai said, picking up the whip and starting to chase people away.

Gongsun Hu was still sitting there, and when everyone stood up and was ready to leave, he still didn't want to move his body.