Master? Whipping?

If you say this to Yu Wushi, wait for him to be killed first.

Fan Lingshu felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he was shocked by the tattered and shabby around him.

A dilapidated house?

A rotten straw mat?

The floor was so dark that there wasn't even a chair to sit on.

The windows were empty and unobstructed, and there was barely an allegro on the door frame that was crumbling to hold on.

Above her head, there was a dark face with dark eyes looking at her anxiously.

"Xiaoma, are you sick? Where is it uncomfortable? The black-faced boy reached out his dirty hand and probed her forehead.

Fan Lingshu pushed her hand away, not because he hated him, but because he didn't like the touch of strangers.

After so many years of fighting, killing and killing, what battle has she not seen? The last time she traveled back to her father-in-law's time was also an experience, and this time she wasn't too surprised.

It's just that she doesn't have any memory, and she doesn't know where she is now.

"I'm fine." She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse.

"Your voice is so hoarse, you must be sick, drink some water." The black-faced boy held a bowl with a broken rim next to her, which contained turbid yellow water.

I'm afraid I'll have to explain this water here right away.

Sanitary conditions are a cause for concern.

"I'm not thirsty." Although her voice was hoarse and uncomfortable, she also subconsciously touched the meson charm, except for a coarse cloth and rags, there was nothing.

"Xiao Ma, when I go out, I won't have any water to drink, and I won't be able to drink water and eat until noon." The black-faced teenager looked at her worriedly.

"I'm fine, let's go, let's get out." She got up and came to an unfamiliar environment, and it was her habit to figure out the situation around her at once.

The black-faced boy wanted to help her, but seeing that she was walking smoothly, he had to retract his hand.

Get out of this shabby room and look around...... It's all a dilapidated house, and it's not easy to gather so many dilapidated houses together.

"Xiaoma, you're alright, hahaha, you're too timid!"

"I was scared and fainted yesterday, how is it, are you still scared?"

"Xiao Ma, be bolder!"

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The people passing by were all shabby, tattered and dirty, but they didn't forget to laugh at her.

Fan Lingshu looked down at herself, her heart was cold, and sure enough, she was also dirty...... And with this flat chest, she can't be a man, right?

The hand involuntarily touched it, and the black-faced young man hurriedly grabbed her, and a flush appeared on the black face.

"Xiao Ma, what are you doing here? Isn't it stupid? ”

"No, no." Fan Lingshu withdrew his hand in a sneer, thinking to himself that everyone is a man, why are you blushing?

It seems that her name is Xiaoma, she was born poor, and she is still a man...... That's bloody, isn't it?

"Let's go." The black-faced young man urged, "Wait until the master is angry, and he will have to suffer again." ”

Van Lingshu followed behind him, this poor place, it seemed that everyone was a slave, and from their greetings and words, Van Lingshu slowly gathered a lot of information.

This black-faced boy is named Atul, and he and this boy named Xiaoma are slaves who were sold together.

They are still in the Red Cloud Country, living on the poor Left Bank, and with a lowly status like them, they can only go to the Right Bank when their master allows them.

Usually they go to work in a Colosseum on the left bank before dawn.