In the war between the Federation and the Empire, the only bargaining chip that the latter can place on the negotiating table is the huge population base and the ability to rely on the terror and violence generated by this population welfare under the cold and brutal rule of the royal family, of course, the premise of this sentence is that the warring parties are willing to sit on both sides of the negotiating table.

The empire that rules the entire Zuotian Star Domain has reached 90 billion just by the number of registered people, not to mention that there are countless private slaves and fugitives who are not registered, and corresponding to the huge population, the class segregation and wealth gap of the empire have also reached a level unimaginable to the people of the Federation.

With its spectacular red mountains, pine cone ridges, tens of thousands of pinnacles and green mulberry trees, the planet's future looks bright as it has made a fortune from silk and tourism, especially since His Majesty the Emperor designated it as a special tourist area and began to implement a strict interracial education policy.

However, with the outbreak of war, tourism was in trouble, and the silk industry was in direct danger of collapse due to the Empire's New Life policy and the interruption of smuggling channels to the Federation.

The nobles still had to enjoy a life of luxury, hence the pain of war. It can only be borne by the lowest pariahs and slaves, and this beautiful planet is gradually becoming the same as other imperial administrative stars, and the gap between rich and poor is becoming more and more terrifying.

But even in this situation, fugitive slaves are still a very rare phenomenon, especially at this time in the village and town area where this mulberry forest is located, located under the Huangshi alum, inconvenient transportation, extremely remote, the so-called imperial law is often simply equivalent to the private soldiers of the aristocratic manor, no slave has the opportunity to escape to a distant place, and once the fugitive slaves are caught by the aristocratic private soldiers, they will face a tragic fate that will definitely exceed the imagination of all good people.

The groom of Bayi Manor is called Du Zero, he has never had the courage to imagine escaping from the manor in his life, even if he slipped away with his family last night and ran until his feet bleed, he still clearly knew that he would not have time to climb the mountain in front of him, and he would be caught by the fierce manor private soldiers behind.

Just when he was at his most desperate, Du Ling saw the girl in a light chestnut straight-haired shawl and wearing clean white clothes, "In addition to panicking, he heard that the other party spoke with a very pure aristocratic tone, and even more authentic than the noble lords of the neighboring towns he had served before."

If he hadn't been a groom, this poor middle-aged man in the empire would definitely have no knowledge of the so-called aristocratic tone, but since he heard it, he suddenly felt that he saw a ray of light appear in his already somewhat blurred eyes, and forcefully pulled the frightened girl beside him, knelt in front of the girl in white with a puff, and wept bitterly and said: "Yes, we are fugitive slaves, even if we let our husband and wife die, I am willing, but please Miss save my daughter's life." ”

Then Mafu Duling told a very tragic story, to the effect that the Bayi Manor, where he served or worked hard, had often disappeared for no reason in the past year, and then the next morning it turned into a frail corpse in the river with open eyes and frightened, and the most terrifying thing was that all the skin on the back of these dead girls was cut off, and the most terrifying thing was that the slaves and untouchables of the manor occasionally found that the young master's room had been filled with the screams of frightened girls.

"There are already four, and I don't want my poor daughter to be the fifth!"

Du Ling cried and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the girl in white again and again, snot and blood mixed together. It was miserable.

The girl in white with a childish meaning between her eyebrows and eyes, her expression did not change after listening to his story, but her beautiful pupils shrank slightly, she had heard too many similar tragic stories in the empire, but what the groom told today was undoubtedly the most impactful one.

She pulled her straight chestnut hair back and took out the white handkerchief on her wrist and fastened it tightly. The movements were neat, and he said to the family of three kneeling in front of him: "You go to the town of Xuankou to hide," at least six days, hide carefully, there should be nothing wrong. ”

After saying this, she walked along the rugged dirt road to the depths of the quiet mulberry forest, and there was a faint sound of wheels crushing the road at the other end of the dirt road, mixed with the sound of foul shouting and swearing.

Ma Fu Du Ling looked at the background of the girl, and shouted in panic: "It's dangerous over there, those guys can't recognize you as a noble lady!"

This sentence was shouted late, and the private soldiers in charge of chasing down the fugitive slaves in Bayi Manor appeared in front of them in an old-style diesel car, these noble private soldiers who were known for their cruelty were obviously ready to torture their targets all the way back.

"Oh, what a pretty girl!"

A bearded private soldier looked at the girl in white in front of the car and screamed excitedly.

However, the girl in white obviously did not let this plot that had been repeated countless times in history boringly repeat and repeat, and directly interrupted his follow-up words.

Straight pale chestnut hair, simply tied into a ponytail, swayed in the light breeze of the mulberry forest, and a small-caliber pistol appeared in her hand at some point, the barrel of the gun flashed, and the bullet tore through the air at high speed, accurately hitting the right shoulder of the private soldier. Puff puff, puff, muffled gunfire rang out continuously, and the private soldiers of the noble manor were shot one after another, and they rolled out of the diesel car with a miserable grunt, and they were wet

Because of the need to rule, the Empire had even stricter control over firearms than the Federation, except for a small number of aristocratic private armies, which were officially relegated. It is strictly forbidden to have guns anywhere, and this group of private soldiers who show off their military might regard this chasing slaves as an easy and happy job like a spring outing, and they did not think of applying for firearms before setting off, let alone that they would meet a young girl who fired continuously without changing her face and shooting with incredible accuracy.

The white-clothed girl shifted her gaze from the smoking barrel to the wounded privates on the ground, and without a hint of sympathy or fear, she stepped forward, calmly examined the wounds of these men, and then continued to walk into the distance.

Watching her back disappear into the depths of the mulberry forest, I could vaguely hear her muttering strange words such as damaged upper brachial plexus, broken and torn amine nerves, slow blood loss, and loss of combat effectiveness, giving people a feeling of reciting **.

The frightened fugitive family hiding in the mulberry tree on the side of the road gradually reacted at this time, Ma Fudu looked at the empty mulberry forest in disbelief, looked at the big men who fainted because of the pain nearby, and couldn't help but rub their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Huangshi alum belongs to His Majesty and the distinguished Tianjing Star visitors. The mulberry field at the foot of the mountain and all the people living in the mulberry field belong to themselves, which is the natural cognition of the noble young master named Luokan of Bayi Manor and his countless generations of ancestors. His fingers slid lightly over the smooth leather, and Young Master Luokan greedily felt the delicate touch from his fingertips, and exclaimed: "Look at this eyelet, no kind of precious fur can be compared, the young virgin is indeed a shortcut to heaven."

He happily remembers those deep nights, and every detail of the skin that he carefully cut off from the backs of those girls is deeply hidden in his mind, and he feels that he was a great artist at that time.

Of course, Master Luokan was more intoxicated by the miserable wails of those untouchable girls like deer before they were raped and killed by themselves, and he insisted that all the new pleasures he had found in the past two years, including drugs, could not be replaced.

"That damn groom should be coming back soon, should I let him see for himself when he finished the artwork?".

Young Master Luokan stared at the bloodshot eyes, greedily and frantically looked at the wooden chair stained with jet black serum, he had not carried out this activity for two months, he had long been unable to suppress the perverted desire in his heart, as if there was a hallucination in front of him, flashed the picture of those girls struggling and crying on the wooden chair, his breathing became rapid, his right hand untied the precious silk pants, stretched into his legs and began to stroke rapidly.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a young girl slowly walked in, because of the backlight, only the edges of her long light chestnut hair could be seen, and her face could not be seen clearly.

"Who is this replacement to please me? What is the matter with such an old age?

Young Master Luokan looked at the girl angrily and cursed sharply, but as the girl's childish and beautiful face appeared in the light, his voice was sluggish, and he sighed with satisfaction: "What a pair of mysterious eyes with light thirst color, really like a cat, although you are older, you are very beautiful." I love it. ”

The girl who walked up to him was as well-behaved and quiet as a cat, curiously staring between his legs with those pale thirsty eyes.

Young Master Luokan smiled obscenely and parted her legs so that she could see more clearly, but she didn't know that when a cat carefully observed something with this kind of eyes, it was often a precursor to attack.

With a pop, the sharp knife in the girl's hand slowly stabbed into his lower abdomen.

The tender white little hand exerted slightly, and the blade trembled and writhed slightly in the abdomen of the noble young master, drawing a clump of clump of circles, and cutting off the disgusting thing indiscriminately, like cutting garbage.

The girl earnestly made the movements of her hands, and the neat bangs on her forehead swayed gently in the dim light.

No matter how sharp the blade is, the process of slowly trembling and cutting open the skin, fat, muscle, and nerve will be the most terrible and painful process in the world.

Young Master Luokan's face turned pale, he looked down at the gushing blood, looked up at the girl who had already jumped far away, his lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into the most poignant scream.

He didn't faint, he couldn't faint in pain, when the terrible howl came to his eardrums, he could no longer feel the so-called joy and happiness, and when he looked at his feet like a rotten leather bag, he could no longer feel a trace of the beauty of the so-called artwork.

Twilight.

The body of Young Master Bayilokan was hung above the gate of his manor, his frightened eyes were open, and a terrible hole was dug between his bare legs, and his death was extremely horrific.

The sunset is warm.

Good night and see you tomorrow.

The ECH is turned off.