The burning stove is bright and pounding like the passion of a charming dancer.

A group of thin, naked men, women, young and old sitting close to the ground against the wall, everyone lowered their heads and faces, their eyes flashed with fear, and some timid girls could not help but tremble.

On a rattan chair covered with bearskin as a mattress sat in front of the stove, a man in silver shirt, with his pampered fair skin more delicate than many girls. He looked only in his early twenties, lying lazily, deaf ears to the screams that sounded from time to time in the room, and was indifferent to the bloody scene on the desk in front.

There was a bloody man lying on the desk, with his limbs tied and fixed on the desk. His body curves were clearly a girl. At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether she was beautiful. Her head and face were stained with blood and sweat. She bit her chin tightly and tried not to make a sound. However, the pain and stimulation from time to time still exceeded her tolerance limit. Every time she screamed, a whip would whip mercilessly on her buttocks.

Next to the desk was a middle-aged man who was 40 years old, with a beard growing to his chest. He held a tool and pierced the girl's skin again and again at a very fast speed. Whenever he stopped, someone next to him would rush the girl's back with water, which would wash away the blood stains. But as the skin was pierced, it was soon covered with bright red.

Of course, ordinary tattoos will not shed so much blood, but this is the hobby of a man on the rattan chair. He wants to stab it deep, he wants to see the blood-red seeping out, and he wants to hear the painful screams of people on the table.

At this time, he was no longer interested. His eyes were searching for the room, and he was choosing the next target.

The slaves in the room all lowered their heads in fear and did not dare to meet his gaze, for fear that the next person to be tied to the desk would be himself. The station was privately called "Nine to Nine to Live" by them. Many people died of excessive blood loss until the tattoo homework was over.

Even if the person tied to this rusty table did not die of excessive blood loss, he would soon be infected with various diseases. His weak body became dry and dry until he died due to the torture of illness.

If it weren't for the fact that someone had not died after experiencing the torture of the case, this station would have been called the Ten Deaths and No Life. There was only one surviving person, and she was still a woman. She was standing quietly behind the slave owner, and also looked indifferently at the female slave who was gradually screaming at the desk.

She had nine-headed colorful phoenix tattoos on her body, and nine phoenix heads gathered on her face in different postures. The body under her clothes was covered with phoenix patterns. She survived from the desk and was still a slave, but became a slave to the slave owner. Since the old master died, no one here dared to give orders to her.

The young new master would hug her body 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, etc. So he would spend two days a month staying here and select slaves tied to the desk.

These days are like nightmare for the slaves. Everyone was driven into the house with fear. The slaves who were not asked to come to this house were glad that they had survived the disaster safely. Seven or eight people died every time, but the young slave owner didn't care.

He owns hundreds of acres of land and hundreds of slaves. If he needs it, someone will immediately bring a large group of slaves with smiles and bring them to his door for him to buy them. Even if he doesn't need it, there will be people from the army who will send prisoners of war, either flatter him or thank him for his family for help.

Just a few days ago, a group of more than a dozen small slaves were sent to his manor.

The sashimi on the desk suddenly stopped and lowered his face and said to the young master, "I'm not angry."

The young slave owner Zheng Pi yawned boredly and said lazily, "Take it out." Xuan complained dissatisfiedly, "It's all waste! He died before he got off the desk. Next time, I can't find a decent person, so I'll tie you up!"

A strong man standing behind Zheng Pi hurriedly helped him to pick a few decent next time. Finally, he complimented, "Master, don't be angry, there are always fewer gods like Miss Feng, it's really not that you don't do your best. These people are so healthy on weekdays, and they don't stop doing their best. But they just can't hold on when they go to the desk!"

The young slave owner was not even interested in paying attention to this and waved his hand to call the woman with a tattoo of colorful phoenix beside him.

"Go and take that ink painting to the thorns."

Miss Feng agreed, moved out of the door in a few steps, and walked straight to her master's study room with Bai Xue outside.

On the way, I heard the shouting of a guardian slave, frowned and passed by. At this time, I was in a bad mood when I met my master. If I came out later, I would definitely add fuel to the fire.

As I got closer, I heard clearly what the worker slave scolded.

"The little bastard makes you stubborn! You are still stubborn! If you can't kill you, you little bastard, I'm like stepping on a grasshopper to death..."

When Miss Feng approached, she saw clearly that the worker slave was whipping the little slave who raised his arms and protected his head and face with a whip. The child was beaten and wanted to stand up. Before he could get up, he was kicked to the snow before he could get up. His hands and feet were strangely shackled. At such a young age, he didn't cry or shout, and stared at the worker slave with expressionless expression as if the whip was not hit on him.

Miss Feng couldn't help but come up with an idea, thinking about sending the sashimi to the point where she might be able to live to please her master. She also saw that the little slave had red feet and was injured on his body. It seemed that he had to take care of his body for a few days first.

So he approached and called the worker slave to stop.

"We are all the master's people. If we want to kill or cut, it is up to the master to decide. When will it be your turn to say such things? Can you kill your master's things just by killing them?"

When the work slave saw that she hurriedly bowed and smiled and said hello.

"Miss Feng's disobedient slave disturbed Miss Feng. What he said just now was a small misunderstanding. Miss Feng must not let the master know." As he said that, he slapped himself two times in a row.

Seeing that the little slave who was beaten up at this time had already gotten up, her body was covered with blood marks from whips, and she still looked indifferent. She felt that her tenacity might be able to leave the table alive.

"He was shackled and not allowed to work for some days. He was allowed to eat and drink to heal his injuries."

The worker slave was stunned for a moment, wondering why this woman suddenly became kind to a little slave who had been sent for a few days.

"But... General Cheng specifically instructed him to take good care of this boy... He said he was restless, and today he would..."

"Stop talking!"

Miss Feng told her that she didn't dare to delay any longer and hurriedly left in a hurry.

The worker slave was so angry that he felt both ridiculous and provocative when he saw the little slave's indifferent expression. He wanted to beat him to death. Seeing a group of little slaves watching someone peeking at him, he felt even more disgraceful. He thought that these little bastards must have laughed at him in their hearts.

Then Xunkong waved his whip and cursed, "What do you think! Don't think anyone will support you, the slutty bastards. She is just a slutty bitch. I've tried her a few times back then..."

Before the worker slave could finish his words, he saw the little boy who was beaten by him just now sneering mocking sneer on the corner of his mouth. Before he could even get angry, the boy opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Miss Feng, he said you are a lowly bitch. He had been tricked several times back then-"

On the white snow, this sound is extremely clear.

The worker slave was stunned.

The little slave was afraid that his voice would not be loud enough, and that Miss Feng, who had not walked away, shouted again as if she couldn't hear it.

Miss Feng, who had just walked away, could not hear it, and stopped when she shouted. She immediately remembered her experience a few years ago. She had hatred in her heart, but she was still a slave after all. Since she got her master favored her, others have respected her and could not find a reason to take revenge. Of course, others did not dare to mention the past things, nor did they dare to spread the comments into the master's ears.

She forgot about the past for a long time.

At this time, I suddenly remembered it, shy and angry, and gritted my teeth in my heart. Originally, he didn't remember whether this worker slave had bullied her at the beginning. At that time, there were too many people who could bully her, and I couldn't remember many.

Now someone comes to her door and makes her angry, but she is willing to let her go!

When she heard the child shouting for the second time, she turned around and refused to go.

He shouted and ordered from afar to the two workers around the slave, "I dare not say that the slave who killed the master will be killed if I don't have a master's order, but the master always asks me to take care of some things. I am still the master of such nonsense slaves. I will teach you a lesson! You can smash the thing under him. If you don't beat him, I will smash yours!"

"Feng...Feng...Miss Feng!Miss Feng--"

The worker slave looked pale and left without looking back after seeing Miss Feng's orders. He was so scared that he begged for mercy and shouted. It was useless. The two people beside him held him, one left and one right, and pressed him to the ground.

"Brother, brother! What kind of friendship do we have? You have to be more at ease, don't be really ruthless..."

The two work slaves looked at each other and lowered their voices, "Brother, don't remember the blame. This girl Feng told me that we dare not refuse to obey. Your thing can't beat us up, but our life roots will not be saved! We can only let you down!"

After saying that, he kicked and stomped on the work slave who was pressed down. The pants that were kicked and beaten were soaked in blood before they stopped. The two work slaves thought it was almost the same, but they didn't want to beat the work slave to death because of their past friendship. They touched each other and stopped sweating on their faces.

The little slave who was beaten just now watched from the side, and never agreed with the other little slaves' shouts such as "beating well". When he saw the two worker slaves stop, he walked over with shackles.

"Why did the two elder brothers stop? You beat him like this, even if Miss Feng's orders he will hold a grudge. Miss Feng only said a lesson and said nothing else. In the future, he will still take care of the two elder brothers. If you want to take revenge on you..." The young slave said like an adult, and at this point he deliberately delayed his voice and said nothing.

The two worker slaves heard this and pushed him away, shouting and shouting, asking him to go to the side and stand.

Both of them looked at each other and were reminded by these words. They made up their minds without verbal communication. They kicked the lower body of the work slave who had fainted a long time ago even more fiercely.

He still shouted and scolded freely.

"Dare to talk nonsense and arrange the rumors about Miss Feng, so that you dare to talk nonsense and arrange the rumors about Miss Feng..."

The snow was stained with big red after kicking like this. The two workers stopped again, lowered their bodies and tried their breath, and finally stopped. They ran to repay Miss Feng, and drove the little slaves back to the wooden shed like a whip driving away cattle and sheep.

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

The child was young and old, and was not proud of the success of the plan to kill people with a knife. He pretended to be nothing and said nothing. Many other children were not as old as him. He believed it and said that the worker slave died well and deserved it. He also praised the child for his bravery and blocked the disaster for everyone.

The incident started when a girl was encouraged by other children to go to the kitchen to steal food and share food. The worker slave shouted and no one answered, and drove them all out and wanted to beat them all.

As a result, the boy admitted that he stole it himself and said that he had finished eating the things alone.

In fact, he didn't know, and he didn't have any meat that could be stolen.

Of course, the other children who were related to the matter were grateful. After the worker slave closed the wooden shed and left, they all took out the food they had hidden after they had not finished eating and gave it to him for food.

The boy looked at the cooked meat. Although he wanted to eat it very much, he saw that there were many children who had never given food before, looking at it with greed, so he resisted and said he would not eat it and gave it to them.

"I'm in good health. Unfortunately, everyone is caught and starved to come here. You guys are weaker and you can eat them all."

The other children were a little impatient to hear this, but no one really reached out to snatch them. The few who took out the food quickly tried to persuade him. Seeing that he insisted on doing this, he agreed to let the others share the food.

The boy looked at the food that was snatched and divided up after a while. He ate it with relish, and his stomach was even more sad, but he forced himself to see it and didn't want to eat it. He leaned alone on the corner.

A dirty and thin girl moved to him and sat down. She magically took out a chicken leg from her arms and handed it to him with her greasy and dirty little hands.

"You eat too!"
Chapter completed!