He lightly brushed his shoulders, the military rank on it was shining brightly, with a mockery of General Us.
Us' face changed suddenly, and he slowly released the foot that was crushing the monster on the ground, but he still stood there, showing no intention of returning to his position. He and Zhujing have always been at odds, but Zhujing has a higher rank than him, so he has to endure everything. If what he met today was an ordinary slave, then it doesn't matter if he swallowed his anger and gave way.
However, the slave I met today is really high-grade, if he doesn't take it back, he will feel extremely uncomfortable! What's more, with so many people around watching, how could Zhujing not give him face? He really regarded himself as a relative of the empire!
Rong Wan was actually a little nervous, and the palms hanging on the side of the uniform were slightly sweaty.
He sat motionless just now because he knew that the protagonist would stab General Wu Si fiercely next, so he planned to wait and see how it would change. But unexpectedly, there was a sudden severe pain in his head, the pain was so piercing, as if someone was pulling his brain out!
It was really painful, and it almost made him, who had always been pampered, almost slip off the chair.
The system directly gave him a yellow card warning: "No action."
Rong Wan had read dozens of novels instead of hundreds. He quickly communicated with the system and figured out the rules imposed on him.
—Watching the protagonist being tortured, and if he is indifferent, he will be regarded as an accomplice by the rules, his behavior is negative, and it does not conform to Gen Zhengmiaohong's world view, and he will be judged as "inaction". The right side of the brain and temple will hurt Powerful, as a warning.
—If you do something that breaks the character of the character, that is, violates the behavior rules of General Zhu Yasushi, you will be judged as "incompetent" by the rules, and there will be severe pain in the left side of the brain and temple, as a warning.
Rong Wan was in so much pain that he wanted to scold his mother, did the goddamn rule come up with the brainless author who wrote "Alien Race"? But at this moment, there is no time to argue with the cheating system.
He walked slowly in front of Us, with a cold look in his light brown pupils.
General Wu Si also stared at him steadfastly, as if he wouldn't step out of this door if he didn't get this slave today!
"Zhu Jing, you are picking slaves for the first year, and you still have a lot of opportunities to pick good slaves. But I have been picking for the third year, and I will have no chance in the future, so this year I must pick the slaves that satisfy me. ! You don't seem to have much interest in this slave, why don't you give it to me?" Us said angrily.
Rong Wan stood there coldly, indifferent.
Us couldn't help lowering his voice, and leaned into his ear: "If you are willing to give it to me, how about the priceless red crystal ball in my house, hand it over to you?"
Rong Wan raised his eyebrows, seeming to be a little interested, but his thin lips were slightly parted, and the words that came out were still cold: "No."
Wudun became angry immediately, this Zhujing would not accept the soft and the sticky, could it be possible that he really wanted to go to war here? For such a monster slave
He couldn't help lowering his head to stare at the monster who was disappointed, but he saw that the monster's eyes were full of coldness and gloom.
The competitive spirit in Wu Si's heart was aroused even more, he had never seen such a satisfactory slave! However, the last sliver of reason remained in his mind. Not only is his military rank lower than Admiral Zhujing's, but even his family has no right in the royal family than Zhujing's family. But under Zhu Jing's abstinent appearance, there is an extremely perverted and ruthless method! Mental power is one of the few in the entire empire, otherwise he wouldn't have made great achievements on the battlefield at a young age!
If you offend him for a small slave today, you will only have endless troubles in the future!
Us gritted his molars and said, "Since General Zhujing refuses to raise his hand, you should choose first."
Only then did Admiral Zhujing's gloomy eyebrows unfold, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Wu Si suffocated in his heart, clenched his fists tightly.
After dealing with this troublesome supporting role, he lowered his eyes and stared at the protagonist.
The protagonist's one eye stares at him too, and there is nothing but mad hatred in it.
Imaki feels ridiculous, ironic, desperate—
Even if it is an unconscious weapon, it is unwilling to lie here, like fish on a chopping board, being vying for the right to dispose of it. He curled up his abdomen like a crushed worm, stared at the two people above his head, and tried to struggle his fingers out of the chain. As long as he can struggle a little, he can try to kill these two people.
But soon, he found that there was no way.
When the man with a lower rank approached, he seemed to still have the strength to concentrate. But after Zhu Jing, who had a higher rank, approached him, all the mental power he had concentrated all his life was suppressed!
The strength of the mental restraint lock ring seemed to have increased by more than ten times and a hundred times. His body, which had been deprived of the source of mental power, was overwhelmed, and his desperately struggling wrists could only ooze blood in vain. This person named Zhu Jing also has a terrifyingly strong mental power. If his spiritual power is still there, he can definitely kill all these people and escape——
But there is no such if.
He clearly remembered how his source of mental power was crushed.
Zhu Jing's face was expressionless, and he bent down, approaching him.
— Are you going to die
— Or continue to linger on, be taken back, and continue to be crushed like bugs
The two slaves next to him couldn't help trembling because of Zhu Jing's approach. They are all a group of people whose spiritual power has been taken away. Seeing Zhu Jing, whose mental power is superior to all the generals, is like a rabbit seeing a tiger. They will be instinctively afraid, and their mouths will be like a rabbit being stripped alive. Scream. Soon, because of fear, they were kicked by the warden next to them, and they could only bite down their sobs and swallow them back into their throats.
But Jin Zhao didn't move, and didn't make any sound. He just watched the man stretch out his hand towards him—maybe he wanted to kick any part of his body cruelly, or grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Throw it, like throwing a useless weapon, or a terrible monster.
From birth to now, everyone treats him like this, without exception.
He closed his one remaining eye, patiently waiting for the hand to strike at him, and he would use his last breath of strength to make a final fight.
But just when he was so desperate that he was about to die together, his dry and skinny hand was suddenly held by something warm. That thing was not the blunt weapon he had imagined, but something soft with the touch of the skin—that is a hand.
That hand grasped his crippled hand.
Jin Zhao suddenly stiffened.
Immediately afterwards, the man supported him and stood up.
He was helped to stand up. Instead of being crushed under the soles of the feet with different sizes of smelly shoes, like a bedbug that can't get out.
Suffering was like garbage falling from the sky, endless, never stopping for a moment, smashing him to the ground with corpses everywhere.
No one will save him. No one will sympathize with him.
Because he is a monster.
—However, now he, the monster, was gently lifted up.
The owner of that hand had gloomy brows, with light brown eyes downcast, and carelessly wiped off the shoe prints that Us had crushed on the back of his hand. The force of wiping was neither light nor heavy, but each stroke made Jin Zhao shiver slightly from the heat.
"He's mine, and you can pick the rest slowly." Rong Wan scanned the other upper classes in the room, and finally fell on the other slaves, and finally concealed his pity, and looked away. There are already many slaves in Zhujing's family, but only one can be selected every year, which is the rule of the royal family. So he couldn't take these people away.
Wu Si was very angry, and hummed heavily in his nose: "It's just a slave who looks like a monster. Isn't Admiral Zhu Jing too caring?"
"Shangxin?" Rong Wan showed a smile that was not a smile, but there was a trace of coldness in his light brown eyes when he looked at Us: "You touched my slave first and dirty his hands, I won't let him now Your apology to him is enough respect for the military rank on your shoulders."
Before Us got angry, he turned his head and said to the warden, "Where is your doctor? What I hope to bring back is a healthy slave."
Healing the wounds of slaves is something that has never been heard in military prisons! The warden was taken aback, but considering General Zhujing's mental strength, he agreed hastily, and asked, "General, before taking number 1521 back, do you need to remake him?"
Hearing these four words suddenly, the protagonist struggled violently in Rong Wan's arms, his emotions were so strong that he almost burst out with strong hatred! He really should break the shackles on his wrists and stab into the general's abdomen. Anyway, living like this is worse than death.
Even though he hated himself who was covered in blood, he didn't want to lose his memory and become a monster with an empty mind! Become a manipulated, mindless weapon of its own!
Seeing that the protagonist was so excited, Rong Wan quickly said without thinking, "No need!"
He hasn't figured out what it means to remake. After all, it was mentioned briefly in the novel, but the warden soon answered his doubts: "General, are you sure you don't need it? Most slaves will have their memories erased before they are taken out." Let them think that they are just slaves who are not as good as pigs and dogs in terms of self-cognition, so that they can absolutely obey—"
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Jing raised his voice and interrupted coldly: "I said it, no need."
The warden didn't dare to keep silent anymore.
"Also, break the chains on his ankles, so you won't let me carry a slave out?" Rong Wan imitated Zhu Jing's cold tone.
The warden originally wanted to say that all the slaves here were rebuilt and then packed in sacks and thrown onto the generals' spaceships. But he also thought that Zhu Jing was not ignorant of this, and wanted to break the slave's ankle chain. Maybe this was just the general's unique pleasure? So he didn't dare to disobey, and quickly called someone to cut off the number 1521 anklet.
The moment the anklet was broken, Jin Zhao regained his freedom, but he actually forgot how to walk.
After he was taken away, he left this cold white prison. He couldn't walk, and most of his body was supported by the stern general beside him. The dirty blood on his body was stained with his black and green uniform—— When he left this military prison, the beast-like hatred in Imazaki's bottomless eyes gradually became dim.
He noticed that the general had been leading his slave.
Due to the violent struggle, his wrist bled too much, and all of this man's fingers were stained. But slaves are not worthy of bleeding, and monsters are even more unworthy. Once they bleed and dirty others, they will be beaten.
— But, that person was holding his hand.
The slightly warm touch from the fingertips reached the monster's heart.
The monster lowered its dark and terrifying eye, and its incomplete eyelashes trembled slightly.