Back to the slave tent, it was past twelve o'clock.
Baoye got off from Sister Jing's car and saw ten slaves kneeling on the ground at the door of the shed where he lived. Each of them stood upright, holding a bowl of water with both hands, clenching their teeth and holding on to the whipping of the deacons.
If a drop of water overflows from the bowl, the punishment will be aggravated.
Deacon Lin put away his whip and snorted coldly, "Bring the salt."
The slaves immediately turned red, staring angrily at Deacon Lin.
Seeing that the slaves were covered in whiplashes, Bao Ye squinted his eyes slightly, then smiled and walked over: "Yo, Deacon Lin is punishing the slaves?"
Deacon Lin's eyes swept across his clothes and the backpack behind him, but he didn't reply to his words, but he was extremely jealous. Just after losing the care of the boss of Nancheng District, Yuling in the chaos area came to pick someone up for dinner. I really don't know what Yuling likes about him.
Don't you think that the ugly slave can really dispense medicine
What a bunch of idiots, if the ugly slave really had this ability, he wouldn't have to protect Jin boss all the time.
As for the medicine that healed Lao Luo, most of them were stolen from Boss Jin.
Bao Ye looked at the slaves: "You guys are really, why do you make mistakes to make Deacon Lin embarrass them? Do you know that they don't really want to hit you, but why don't they hit you? If the masters know about it, they will also be punished. punish."
The slaves glared at Bao Ye angrily.
The deacons wondered how Bao Ye would speak for them.
"I beat you, they don't have any rewards. Instead, they are worried that if you awaken your divine power in the future and become stronger than them, what will you do if you come back with revenge? I heard that many deacons died at the hands of awakened slaves." Bao Ye sighed. : "Why should a slave make it difficult for a slave?"
"..." The deacons are all human beings. Of course, they can understand the meaning of his words, that is, when they punish the slaves, the meaning is good. Anyway, the slave owners can't see it and don't reward them, so why give up? The torture of people did not do them any good, but it also caused a fishy mess.
"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Baoye yawned and said to the peeking slaves, "You guys should go to bed soon, there's nothing to worry about, without the consent of the masters, the deacon would not dare to kill them. "
Deacons: "..."
Deacon Lin looked at Bao Ye's back and gritted his teeth bitterly, "This ugly slave is too arrogant."
"The salt is here." A deacon ran over with a bowl of salt.
Deacons, look at me, I look at you, and then look at the slaves with angry red eyes, one of the deacons yawned: "I'm sleepy."
The other deacons followed suit: "The punishment is almost done, it's time to go to bed."
"What about this bowl of salt?" asked the deacon who brought the salt.
The deacon who said he was sleepy looked at Deacon Lin: "Deacon Lin said he wanted salt, give it to him."
Deacon Lin said angrily, "What do you mean?"
"Isn't the salt you want?"
Deacon Lin: "..."
The deacon who brought the salt noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly handed the bowl to Deacon Lin's hand and went back to the dormitory with the other deacons to sleep.
Deacon Lin held the salt and looked at the slaves. The anger in their eyes shocked him. However, he couldn't help but let them go back. He whipped them angrily before saying, "Fuck me. go back."
The slaves slowly put down their stiff hands, put their bowls on the ground, helped each other stand up, and dragged their aching bodies back to the tent.
"Fuck him." Deacon Lin took the bowl to a place where no one was around, and slammed the bowl onto the ground.
"Clang-crack-" The sound of broken bowls was extraordinarily loud at night.
Deacon Lin was trembling with anger, not only was he angry that the deacons left him and went back to sleep, but he was also angry at what Bao Ye said: "Ugly—slave—"
Will kill him one day.
In the tent, everyone hurriedly cleaned the wounds on the backs of the punished slaves. Fortunately, no salt was sprinkled on the wounds, otherwise they would not have to sleep tonight.
Someone couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "How did you provoke the master?"
The punished slave smiled bitterly: "I just accidentally splashed the water at the master's feet, and the master got angry."
Another slave who was punished said, "I dropped the item on the ground because of my unsteady hand, and I was punished."
"I just coughed..." Others were punished for more outrageous reasons, and the tent was full of sorrow.
Bao Ye sighed silently when he heard their words.