At the end of the incident, Yuan Zhan lay on the boy's body, looked at the two small holes on the ground that he had dug with his hands, and opened his mouth to bite the boy's neck in satisfaction and declaration of sovereignty.
Yan Mo trembled in pain.
Suddenly there were several panting voices from the side.
Yan Mo turned his head, only then did he realize that there were several people around them watching them. Without exception, these people were all young fighters who looked about the same age as Yuan Zhan, and each of them was tall and thick.
Someone discussed with him in a hoarse voice: "Da Da, come down quickly, let me fix it once, and I'll exchange twenty red dates." After speaking, he hurriedly reached out to touch Yan Mo.
Yuan Zhan opened the thief's hand with a slap. He doesn't want to change now, not at all.
Yuan Shan looked at Yan Mo and licked his lower lip, and asked directly, "Shall we exchange?"
"No change, nothing change." Yuan Zhan climbed up from the young man, touched his thighs, his hands were covered with blood, immediately put him on his shoulders, and pushed away the few people who blocked the way, left the square.
Seeing Yuan Zhan leave, those people scolded him for being stingy and surrounded Yuan Shan together.
Yuan Shan was not angry when he was rejected, so he asked Mosquito, "Do you want to change with them? The old rules, if you want, you can go, and everything will be yours. If you don't want to, let's go to the square to eat barbecue, and we can have a full meal tonight." gone."
Mosquito hesitated for a moment, he was a little moved by the red dates, but after touching his butt, he decided to save his energy to fill his stomach tonight.
Yuan Zhan carried the man back to the tent, and found that his house was surprisingly clean.
He thought Kusamachi was hardworking, but he didn't know that it was his own slave who couldn't stand the strange smell, bugs and thick dust in the tent since he discovered that his leg bones had grown back, so he spent two days cleaning and tidying up the tent.
Throwing the person on the bed, Yuan Zhan turned around and hung up the curtain of the tent. It was still bright outside, so there was no need to waste torches.
Yan Mo squirmed on the bed, turned his body, and let himself lie face up.
"Master, please get me some big thistle leaves, okay? Thank you." Yan Mo said calmly. As long as there are conditions, he never abuses himself. Being raped, not wanting to improve your health to get back the situation afterwards, but just playing self-torture all the time, that is a stupid thing that only people with negative IQs would do.
Yuan Zhan walked up to him, knelt on the haystack with one knee, suddenly grabbed the boy's right leg, and tore off all the wooden slats that bound him.
"Master?" The boy made a sincere and fearful expression.
Yuan Zhan brushed away all the leaves covering the wound, and gently slid his fingers over the intact skin, "Your legs have really grown back."
Yan Mo was a little surprised, how did he see it? He is confident that there is absolutely nothing wrong with his pretending.
"If your leg hasn't healed, you won't walk in the same way and look like I just saw it." People who have also suffered serious leg injuries and are still dragged down by them know this all too well.
"What's more, when I fuck you, your legs are struggling so much."
Yan Mo suddenly smiled, "I'm sorry, I don't have enough experience, next time I will pretend to be so that you can't see any flaws."
"Who are you?" Yuan Zhan put his hand on the boy's chest, and his eyes were fixed on him.
Whether to continue fooling around or to make a confession, Yan Mo considered all kinds of abnormalities that he might show in the future, before he broke away from this nominal master, it would undoubtedly be very difficult for him to hide this shrewd boy.
With a joking tone, Yan Mo said: "I am God."
Yuan Zhan's eyes widened suddenly.
"A messenger of..."
Yan Mo looked at the young man's expression, just about to make a big fool, Yuan Zhan moved!
Like a leopard suddenly getting angry, the young man pressed onto the young man, grabbed the young man's neck with his hands, and growled fiercely: "Shut up! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"
... Why is this development different from what he imagined
"I'm really..."
"Slap!" Yuan Zhan slapped him hard.
Yan Mo was beaten on the spot until his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his head was humming for a long time before returning to normal. Yan Mo picks the rotten fur under his tight body, he will remember every stroke!
It's not that Yuan Zhan didn't see the hidden hatred in the young man's eyes, he didn't care.
It is normal for slaves to hate their masters.
Killed by a resentful slave, it's just that the master is so useless that he can't even subdue his own slave.
He wanted to subdue the boy and make him obediently be his slave in the future, but if he was still disobedient, he didn't mind killing him to make bacon for the winter.
"You are not some god's messenger." Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's neck and said every word.
"Uh huh!" Yan Mo's face turned red from being pinched, and his hands wanted to break the young man's hand away.
But that hand was like iron tongs, no matter how he pushed, pulled, pulled, or grasped, it didn't move.
"Remember, let me hear you say similar things in the future, and I will cut off your tongue!"
"Hmm..." Yan Mo was almost out of breath, kicking his legs desperately. To do it, or not to do it
kill him! Kill this bastard who humiliated himself!
No, you can't kill him, you won't live if you kill him.
Then abolish him!
No, I can't be sure that the future is too dangerous. If this guy is useless, 80% of him will be transferred to other people, and the other 20% may be made into a reserve grain for his friends to let him spend the winter.
Listening to this bastard's tone, he didn't want to kill him, he has endured it until now, if he makes a rash move now, it will only expose his own roots. Killing this master does not guarantee that his next master will be easy to grasp.
Anyway, this man rescued him when he was seriously injured and dying, at least this man didn't fuck him when he couldn't move, at least he found someone to take care of him before he left, at least... he didn't trade himself for it food!
Kill him or disable him, can you escape? Can you survive outside? Can you... escape the guide
Yan Mo, you have to think clearly!
The young man who controlled the boy's life and death had no idea that his life had been fought back and forth several times in someone's fierce ideological struggle.
Yuan Zhan let go of his hand, allowing the boy to breathe.
Yan Mo inhaled too quickly, choked on air, and immediately covered his neck and coughed until he felt like he was about to die.
Yuan Zhan glanced between the boy's legs, and frowned, the blood hadn't stopped.
Yan Mo coughed so badly, and with the shock to the wound on the back, he was so uncomfortable that tears fell down.
"I, I was just joking..." Yan Mo gasped and stammered to change his words.
"Maybe you are really a disciple of the priest of the Yanshan tribe, maybe you are not." Yuan Zhan stroked the boy's thigh, which was stained with dust and blood, and moved up little by little.
"I don't care who you are, you are just my slave now. Even if you are really a messenger of God..." Yuan Zhan showed a contemptuous and sarcastic sneer, and grabbed the boy's lifeblood tightly.
Yan Mo screamed in pain! The body suddenly curled up into a shrimp.
"You are not now." Yuan Zhan lowered his head, bit the boy's ear and said, "Unless you want to die."
"Why... why do you say that?" Yan Mo grabbed the young man's strong arm and asked in a trembling voice, he needed to know the reason.
Yuan Zhan felt that the young man should have learned his lesson, let go, and pinched his cheek, "It is not uncommon for races with good recovery ability. It is said that some god servants in temples and great witches in certain tribes can even bring everything back to life. abilities, but even they dare not say that they are the messengers of God.”
Yan Mo wiped his tears, he deeply felt that what he was going through now was worse than being thrown into the messiest and worst prison, at least doctors were respected there, and ordinary people would not easily provoke doctors.
"Do you know what happened to the last person who claimed to be the messenger of God?" Yuan Zhan grabbed the boy's face and lifted it up.
"How?" Could there be someone with the same background as him here? Is the person who claimed to be an envoy last time also one of the reformers, or some other time traveler? Or simply a liar
"That person appeared in another big tribe, the Red Earth Race. No one knows where he came from. His skin is very white, and he has golden hair that is as dazzling as the sun. His self-healing ability is much stronger than yours, no matter what he suffers. Any injury can heal in a blink of an eye."
Yan Mo was deeply envious, but the envy turned into fear in the next second - he thought of the fate of this person.
"The man claimed to the people of the Red Earth Tribe that he was the messenger of the gods. He came here to lead everyone to a better life. The priest of the Red Earth Tribe expressed doubts about him. He challenged the priest. After watching the priest perform several witchcraft Finally, he said that it was chemistry and blindness, and repeated several witchcrafts of the priest. The priest asked him what ability he had to prove that he was the messenger of God, and the man showed his self-healing ability. "
Yuan Zhan lifted one of his legs to look at it, saw that it was still bleeding, and immediately curled his lips and said: "You are far behind him. The priests and patriarchs of the Red Earth Tribe think that it doesn't mean anything that the envoy can only heal itself. They let that person go to conquer Their hostile tribe asked him to wipe out that tribe within one day. The man said he couldn't do it, and expressed his anger. He scolded the patriarchs and priests of the Red Earth tribe as barbarians, scolded them for disrespecting the envoys, and expressed his desire to leave. The red-earth tribes go elsewhere."
Yuan Zhan suddenly grinned, "That person was similar to you when he appeared, and it's almost winter."
Yan Mo's heart constricted, he didn't feel sorry for the man who claimed to be the envoy of God, but he couldn't help but feel sad.
"He wanted to escape from the Red Earth Tribe and was caught. The priests of the Red Earth Tribe said that since he came from outside the sky and had the ability to heal himself, he must be the best food given to the Red Earth Tribe by God. That whole winter, the Red Earth Tribe except None of the slaves starved to death."
Hold! Yan Mo suddenly felt pain all over. This kind of nation with little knowledge of the world is the most terrifying. They are not only ignorant and cruel, but also reject all foreign forces and cultures, unless your force can completely suppress them and force them to change.
It's really better to wear to a real primitive tribe, it's better not to know anything. Although ignorant children are cruel, they can paint at will like blank paper and are particularly easy to fool and master.
"Is he dead?" the boy asked with a trembling voice.
"Dead. Because after a winter, the man was still alive, and the priests of the Red Earth tribe were terrified, so they boiled all the rest of his day, ate the meat, and ground the bones into powder to make medicine powder. It is said that The medicine powder made from that person's bone is very miraculous, no matter how serious the injury is, just smear a little on it and it will heal."
What a waste. If it was him, he would definitely keep that person alive. What a good research material this is. As long as the nutrition can keep up, there will be endless blood, flesh, internal organs, bone marrow, etc. If he had With such a high-quality research material, it will not be so difficult to replace body parts for those who have money and power, and maybe some new drugs for cancer can be developed. Tsk, what a pity!
The boy with a devilish heart and a simple and cheeky face asked in fear and doubt: "You, how do you know these things?"
"We have contacts with the Red Earth Tribe. Before winter comes, the nearby tribes will hold the largest and last trade of each year on the rocky beach. You will see them on that day. That kind of bone meal can also be exchanged, but the price is very high." Yuan Zhan pinched the boy's face, "Do you still dare to say that you are the messenger of God?"
Yan Mo shook his head resolutely, "I just said nonsense just now, I just don't want to be a slave, I...you hurt me so much, woohoo." Tears flowed out.
Yuan Zhan sneered and patted his face, "Stop pretending, you are not a weak little lamb, if I couldn't even feel your murderous intent and hatred for me, I would have died like bacon. Be obedient, fuck me for a few years first, and when you become a third-level fighter and beat me, I'll let you go."
Yan Mo's tears stopped quickly. Now that the other party has seen through his true nature, he doesn't bother to pretend anymore, acting is also hard work.
Yuan Zhan raised his leg again and looked at it, "Hey, you have the nerve to say that you are a messenger of God, why is your butt still bleeding?"
Yan Mo, "..."
When night came, when the people of the Yuanji Tribe gathered around the twenty-odd fires in the square, grilling fresh meat and feasting, Yan Mo lay in the tent and looked up at the sky speechlessly.
Yuan Zhan grabbed half of the roast lamb and opened the tent to come in, sat down next to the young man, "Do you want to eat?"
Didn't you see that I was bleeding like a river? Let me eat roast lamb now, are you trying to kill me or are you trying to kill me
Yuan Zhan lifted one of the teenager's legs with his big oily hand, and looked there, "Fortunately, the bleeding is gone, and that weed called big thistle is still useful."
After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhan, who was a teenager with a youthful appearance and body shape, bit a piece of bloodshot barbecue hard, and said with a little disgust while chewing hard: "You are so useless, and you still say that you are Angel, is it a piece of shit pulled by God?"
"hehe."
"Don't laugh like that, it will make me really want to beat you up." Yuan Zhan said seriously, tore a piece of shredded meat and stuffed it into the boy's mouth, "You can't just eat nothing, if you want to be full next time, you have to wait until next year Spring. I only found one kind of herb you drew, and I looked like two kinds, and I dug them back, and brought back some bugs, see for yourself if you recognize them.”
Yan Mo slightly raised his interest, chewed the shredded meat and turned his head to look at the young man, "Where is it?" He didn't spit out the shredded meat, anal fissure is better than starving to death.
Yuan Zhan tore another piece of meat and fed it to him, "Put it together with other harvests. We also picked some fruits that we ate before and brought them back. I will bring them back tomorrow when the priest checks them and finds them useless."
"...Aren't you really curious about my origin?" Yan Mo couldn't help asking.
"Will you say it?" Yuan Zhan frowned, stretched out his hand and rubbed his left thigh vigorously, "I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense."
You really know me.
"What happened to your leg?" Yan Mo didn't want to ask at all, but he saw it, which meant that the guide had seen it too. If he dared not to ask, maybe he would experience the pain of bone erosion.
Yuan Zhan was about to explain, but suddenly shut up and looked up to the outside of the tent.
"Battle! The chief and the priest let you go." The young soldier who asked to exchange red dates for Yan Mo appeared at the entrance of the tent. He glanced at Yan Mo who was lying on the bed, and added: "They let you Take your slave with you."