"Remember what you should do." Old Futou said coldly at this time, making Mu Yuyao's face deformed with anger.
"Okay, what do you want me to do!" She has always been a black person, and today, she was also criticized once. Before she came, it was written in black and white on the contract that she would do the task of wearing stones for these people. Otherwise, she would
Have to be left to your own devices...
Now that she failed to pass through the stone, she became a fish on the chopping board!
"Old Futou, am I missing a slave by my side?"
When Old Futou heard this, he quickly responded, "Yes, Your Majesty, it just so happens that you have a personal servant by your side. I think this person in the hall is just right for you." [
If looks could kill, Mu Yuyao was sure that she would kill the old Futou thousands of times with her eye knife.
"Well, now she's a slave."
Xuanyuan Jianxiong stood up, stepped up, and walked out leisurely.
That annoying old Futou also walked out.
Mu Yuyao and Tu Dandan were the only ones left in the room. She looked at him angrily, "Boy, why didn't you tell me that your identity is so awesome!"
With a bitter look on his face, Tu Dandan almost cried, "But you haven't asked me about my identity, have you?"
Touching her nose, Mu Yuyao waved her hand, "You don't use your brain. Well, by the way, how can you be a slave?"
In order to atone for his sins, Tu Dandan quickly offered up a treasure, "I have a slave code, how about I get it for you now!"
Wait, as far as she knows, there is a code for employees, a code for guarding against cruelty, a code for cadres...but the slave code...
"Am I just like a slave? Let me tell you, sister, I am Mu Yuyao, a handsome, incomparably beautiful, scheming little queen. I was born to be a sister."
The loyal Tu Dandan reminded me at the right time, "I am my mother, not my first sister."
"Uh... okay, it's the first sister, oh, no, it's the mother. Boy, go over and help me give me those rules."
If you lose, you have to live well. Therefore, Mu Yuyao wisely chose to compromise. In her previous life, she resisted some strong and unreasonable terms, but in the end she came to the conclusion that in a situation where you do not have certain rights,
Sometimes, the arms and thighs are twisted together. In the end, it is the arms that suffer!
Needless to say, Xuanyuan Jianxiong was a master she could never afford to mess with. Therefore, she had to learn her job well and survive in this kind of crack.
Looking at the slave code, one after another, they are all unreasonable regulations.
What, the master says the east, the slave is not allowed to say the west.
The master is always right and the slave is always wrong.
When the master sits, the slave has to stand. When the master sleeps, the slave guards. When the master goes to the toilet, the slave passes the paper...
"Meow, why don't you make love to your master, while your slave hands you water, shouts, beats, dances and counts numbers..." [
Just after saying this, I felt a cold look coming from the door.
She raised her head and met Xuanyuan Jianxiong's enigmatic eyes. She was so frightened that the book in her hand dropped from the table.
The face is burned like cooked shrimp.
He knelt down and shouted politely, "Your Majesty, good luck."
"Love..." Xuanyuan Jianxiong's protracted voice was filled with doubts. But when she heard it, Mu Yuyao wanted to slap herself twice. These people may not understand the idioms she used in her previous life when used in this world.