YM778.TV Chapter 575: The plight of the weak
Chapter 575: The plight of the weak
Seeing his appearance, the supervision-slave was itchy and could not help but remind him: “If you be with me, I can raise your two children later, how about that?"
Yan Mo:... Not really. I didn\'t expect that he would be forced by bullies one day. He always thinks it\'s ridiculous for someone to manage to bully on him! Even if he is coveted, it should not be his body, but his ability.
What the hell is his ability? Why can\'t he remember?
The first few times of slave\'s yearning for Yan Mo\'s failure, he had a long-standing obsession. Now, seeing Yan Mo\'s first encounter with a serious illness, it was like the feeling of seeing something “Fragile and powerless" after being severely beaten, he can\'t help but think of the scene that he forced Yuan Zhan to "Work" with Yan Mo in front of everyone in the snow a few days ago, thinking of that excitement, he could not help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.
The whip slipped down and reached down the young man\'s cheek with one hand.
“Crack." Yan Mo couldn\'t bear it. He pushed the palm of the supervising-slave.
The slave turned his face and ordered the bone warrior, "Drag him to the thatched hut over there!"
Qi Yuan rushed to his knees and begged: "Da-Ren, this bxtch is not sensible. Please forgive Da-Ren! I will punish him for more work, and I will not give him today\'s food... "
"Get off!" the supervision-slave whipped Qi Yuan in the face.
Bone warriors grabbed Yan Mo and took him to the grass shed not far away. There was a temporary rest place for supervision-slaver to supervise everyone\'s work. There were simple floors and fire pits in it.
Yan Mo didn\'t struggle. He was saving up his strength and waiting for the opportunity.
Other slaves saw the scene, but most of them looked down as if they had not heard them. A few of them looked at both sides with sympathy and hatred, but they could do nothing about it.
Yan Mo didn\'t hear the voices of the two children and speculated that they might go to Da Zhan.
Qi Yuan still wanted to stop it, but he dare not delay even after he has been whipped twice.
Yan Mo was thrown into a hayloft.
The slave who served had burned the fire pit with wood first. Although it was cold in the hut, it was much better than the outside.
On the left side of Yan Mo is the fire pit. He turned over and places his right hand beside the fire pit.
The supervision-slave came in.
"Wait, I have something to tell you." Yan Mo is quiet.
The supervision-slave sneered, a little impatient, "What else do you have?"
“Are you satisfied with being a supervision-slave? Don\'t you want a higher position? I can help you. "
The supervision-slave was stunned, then laughed, "Do you help me? Well done, then take off and serve me well and make me comfortable, even if you use your mouth it will help me a lot!”
"Do you want only one slave? Or a slave with a partner and children? You don\'t want to get more noble and beautiful men and women? Don\'t you want those who used to be above you to kneel at your feet?”
The slave grabbed Yan Mo\'s hair and forced him to raise his face, pinched his chin, sneered: "You mean to seduce me? I know who you are and what you can do, the priest of the Salt Mountain tribesmen, right? You can find salt veins and cure people with herbs. These skills are very good, but that is not rare! With the Bone Sculpting People here, how much do we want for these things? I want you to serve me and cry and shout at me! If you are obedient, I can still save your man and your children\'s life. If you continue to resist, even if there is an order on it, I will still kill Yuan Zhan!”
Yan Mo\'s heart was cold, but he had a smile on his face. “I never expected to seduce you, but it\'s just sleeping. Who is sleeping with? Do you really think I care so much? I just think it\'s a pity. I can see that you are not a simple person. You should be more than a slave. I refused you in front, but I just want to do things for you cleanly and not involve others. Looking for salt and herbs is just one of my abilities as the priest. I also have a secret that Da-Rens of the Bone Sculpting People also want to know. Otherwise, why don\'t you think they won’t let you kill Yuan Zhan and me?”
The desire on the slave\'s face disappeared a little, and he was showing suspicion, "You don\'t want to deceive me! They won\'t let me kill Yuan Zhan and you. It\'s just to make the slave warriors of the Salt Mountain tribesmen and Yuan Ji tribe work better. If you have such a secret, how can you keep it till now?”
“Because I\'m the priest, no one can know the secret from my mouth if I don\'t want to."
"What is the secret?"
“I can only say about Ancient gods.
“Ancient gods? Which ancient god? What about the ancient gods?”
"There is a legend in our family that only the priest knows. It is said that as long as the ancient god approves it, he can accept his inheritance."
The supervision-slave let go of him and stepped back. “I don\'t believe you. If you have such a secret, why don\'t you tell the Bone Sculpting People Da-Ren in exchange for your freedom and that of your children?”
"The Bone Sculpting People killed me, drove my tribesmen to work for them, and even captured me and my family as slaves. If you were treated like this, you would tell that secret to your enemies?"
"Then why do you tell me?" the slave\'s face flashed again.
“First, because you are not their tribesmen. Second, as the priest, I can see your extraordinary. Although I have no ability to predict, I can see the light on you. Third, you are in charge of me and my family. If I dedicate my secret to you, I will also be protected and won\'t attract the attention of the Bone Sculpting People. But I have conditions!”
What\'s the condition?
Yan Mo held up his chest, “I hope I can get your protection in the future, including my family. In addition, when you get the heritage of ancient gods, if possible, I hope you can save my tribesmen, if you can kill the Bone Sculpting People who kidnaped us, it\'s best to take us away if you can\'t. "
The supervision-slave didn\'t talk for half a while.
Outside by the lake.
Yuan Zhan heard the children\'s cry for help. He cut down the bone warriors guarding them with a stone axe, and ran to the other side of the hut regardless of others\' trying to stop him.
Seeing Yuan Zhan holding a stone axe and bringing two children, Qi Yuan rushed to hold him at the first time.
"You can\'t go!"
“Let go!"
"Da Zhan, you are our hope. I can\'t watch you die any more than others! But it\'s just a man. Even if he turned out to be the priest, how about the supervision-slave who won\'t kill him? He just wanted to have fun with him. You come to stop him every time, but have you ever thought that maybe Yan Mo doesn\'t want you to stop him at all?”
"What are you talking about?" Yuan Zhan was angry.
Qi Yuan held him to death and said, "Do you know what I\'m talking about! The supervision-slave wanted Yan Mo so much. As long as Yan Mo expresses a little willingness, he may not have to work hard here again! Maybe Yan Mo would have wanted to live a good life with the supervision-slave for a long time. If he wasn\'t afraid of you... "
"Shut up! Mo is not such a person!
"You\'re a bad guy. You can\'t say that about my father!" Wu Guo jumped up and bit Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan was easily bitten by him.
Yuan Zhan broke free, grabbed the stone axe and rushed to the hut.
"Da Zhan!" Qi Yuan cried, kneeling on the snow.
Wu Guo and Du-du want to catch up with their father, and Qi Yuan caught them. "You two can stop messing with the other person! The supervision-slave has long looked down on you and tried to kill you several times!”
In the straw shed.
The supervision-slave stared at Yan Mo\'s eyes for a long time, and suddenly raised the leather bottom.
Yan Mo inevitably saw his lower body. The supervision-slave didn\'t wear pants, only tied two pieces of fur on his legs, and put on the feet of different kinds of leather bags. The key parts were exposed without wearing anything.
Yan Mo didn\'t find it strange that people here wear this kind of clothes normally in winter. If it\'s summer, most of them only wear a leather skirt.
Although tribesmen has pants, most of the slaves at the bottom still maintain their original living habits.
Strange, how does he know that tribesmen has pants?
But now it\'s not the time to think about it. After listening to him fooling so much, the supervision-slave still keeps his interest in him. It\'s really should we boast that his charm even surpasses the inheritance of ancient gods?
“Oh! Heritage of ancient gods? You think I can believe it? None of you, the priest and the witch, are willing to be honest. They will make a little trouble.” The supervision-slave raised his head and kicked Yan Mo down. He put a pressure on him and spit in his hand and heart.
Yan Mo moved his hand to the fire pit and said calmly, "What I said is true. I can swear by my spirit."
“Make me believe, simple! Let me do you once. Since you can give me the inheritance of ancient gods, it\'s even a small matter to sleep with me?”
“I hope to be the priest of your tribe in the future, not your sex slave." The hand grasped the wood, the eyes could not see, the fingers were burning, and there was no trace of pain on the face.
“If you can really let me get the heritage of ancient gods, I will not let you be a lowly slave, even the position of the priest is not impossible, but before this, you must satisfy me!" the supervision-slave is very practical, he also has the Enslavement Bone, and dare not rebel against the Bone Sculpting People at all. Even with the inheritance of ancient gods, he has to have the life to enjoy the future. If the Da-Ren of bone sculpting people misunderstood that he wanted to rebel. He was afraid that he would have to be punished before he became king and then become one of those raw materials.
It\'s better to enjoy what you want first! When the supervision-slave thought of this, he consciously figured it out, and hurriedly separated Yan Mo\'s thighs. Pulling up his clothes, he would carry a spear to enter.
Now! Yan Mo grabbed the burning wood in his right hand and raised his hand!
"Stab!"
“Ah ah!"
Yan Mo pushed away the supervision-slave lying on his body, trying to snatch the bone knife from him.
“Bone warriors! Catch him!” Cried the slave, turning over with his face in his head.
Bone warriors rushed in.
Yan Mo failed to take the bone knife, and the supervising-slave had pulled out the bone knife to protect himself.
However, Yan Mo had to flee.
But his body was so weak that he wanted to cry. He was caught by the bone warriors after two steps.
Miserable! Yan Mo yelled in his heart.
The supervision-slave has survived the initial sharp pain. He stood up with a bone knife in his hand and his face covered.
Yan Mo cried out in his heart. Unfortunately, he stabbed the eyes of the supervision-slave at that time, but the supervision-slave reacted more than he expected, and even avoided the key point of the attack, Yan Mo only managed burning a large piece on his face and nose.
“Good! Good job!” The slave\'s face was hideous, and he stepped up with a big step, and then he used the back of his knife to draw Yan Mo\'s face!
“Pat!"
Yan Mo was hit with his head askew to one side, and the blood dripped out of his mouth and nose. The right half of his face was burning with pain, and even his ears were rumbling.
“Mo!" Yuan Zhan came, saw this scene, suddenly crazily raised the stone axe and swung it at the supervision-slave!
Yan Mo opened his half lidded eyes. He wanted to stop Yuan Zhan, but he spat out two teeth.
Yuan Zhan and the supervision-slave head fight together, and the supervision-slave head fight and retreat.
“Bone warrior!"
Two bone warriors left Yan Mo and went to support the supervision-slave.
The supervision-slave was so angry this time that he was unwilling to let Yuan Zhan go again. He called eight bone warriors to encircle Yuan Zhan.
The slaves working by the lake looked this way, but few dared to leave.
Yan Mo stood up unsteadily, wanted to help Yuan Zhan, but was whipped by the supervision-slave.
Whip flying, the supervising-slave raged with no mercy.
Yan Mo was whipped all over the floor, but he didn\'t shout out.
Incorrect! I shouldn\'t be so weak! Da Zhan shouldn\'t be so weak!
Get up! Rebel against him! Take his whip and bone knife! Get up, Yan Mo!
But no matter how loudly he cried in his heart, the strong idea of himself and Da Zhan was just a good wish. In fact, they could only be bullied and insulted but had no power to fight back!
They are very weak. They are just slaves under control. They are the lowest and most humble group of wretches. This is the reality!
“Priest Da-Ren!”
"Dad!"
“Father!"
Someone can\'t help rushing up.
Seeing that the situation was not right, the supervision-slave immediately blew a bone whistle. This is the whistle alerting of the rebellious and riotous people in the slave camp. As soon as the whistle rings, warriors will come to suppress and kill them.
“I allowed you to resist! You dare to burn me with a torch! Open your eyes to see clearly, this is the end of you offending me!” Supervision-slave grabbed a small child, high above the head.
"Dad!"
"Du-du!"
Yan Mo laid on the ground, opened his eyes and raises his head.
The supervision-slave grinned cruelly at him, and threw the baby on the stone beside the lake!
“No!"
The little child fell from the stone, convulsed twice and was still.
Yan Mo was frozen. He couldn\'t believe his eyes. How could his Du-du die like this? Die in front of him again?
And Du-du\'s death is just the beginning.
The supervision-slave lets people caught Wu Guo, who is frantically kicking and fighting against him, and sinks him into icy Lake in front of Yan Mo.
Yan Mo struggled to rush to save people. But the supervision-slave intentionally asked bone warriors to catch him. He wanted him to see his two sons being killed by him.
Yan Mo hated, but he didn\'t even have a chance to revenge!
"Dad, help - hmmm." Wu Guo only struggled on the water for a while and then sank down.
Yan Mo is stiff.
“Ah ah! You demons! I will kill you!” Yuan Zhan, who was covered in blood, also saw it. He forgot even his life and fought with bone warriors.
Qi Yuan and a group of slaves are also fighting against the bone warriors guarding them. They want to save Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo.
But the bone sculpting wars and a large number of bone warriors came.
A commotion that could not be described as the insurgency was soon put down.
The white snow on the east side of the lake was colored by a lot of blood and trampled dirty.
One rebel slave after another was overthrown, and Yuan Zhan was caught.
At this time, Yuan Zhan was already scarred.
The supervision-slave life bone warriors grabbed Yuan Zhan and came to Yan Mo, who was half frozen.
The bone warrior grabbed Yan Mo\'s hair and makes him look ahead.
The supervision-slave grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on his face. The pain made his skin tremble. “Priest Mo Da-Ren, look at him. Do you think I dare not kill him? I\'ll kill you now! I want you to regret what you did today! Remember, all the dead slaves today are dead because of you!”
Yuan Zhan spat of blood and shouted hoarsely, “Mo, don\'t be afraid. Look at me. I\'m here."
Yan Mo looked at him.
The supervision-slave raised the bone knife and cut off the man\'s left arm, then his right arm.
Yan Mo looked at him numbly.
Seeing that the two men didn\'t cry or shout, the supervision-slave looked at the other person and suddenly felt bored. He wanted to kill Yuan Zhan, but now he changed his mind. He cut off a man\'s leg with one knife and then asked people to bring the fire basin.
“I remember that he and you are still useful. Him living depends on his luck. If he doesn\'t die today, I won\'t kill him anymore." The slave\'s hair smiled wildly. He took the wood out of the basin and burned it to Yuan Zhan\'s wound.