"Master, Qiu Tong has brought it." Ye Chen stopped two feet away from Qiongying and said.
Qiongying put down the book in his hand and raised his head. The hideous scar was exposed in the candlelight, like a scar made by countless knives.
Ah, Qiu Tong's eyes widened, she let out a horrified sound, took two steps back, and immediately covered her mouth. She saw the eyes on that face, which were the eyes of her master.
Qiongying did not wear a cloak, but was dressed in a plain dress, with black hair flowing down like a waterfall. Her originally lazy expression turned cold, and her deep phoenix eyes reflected a strange light.
"Master, master." Qiutong couldn't help but tremble, trying his best to stop his trembling legs, his almond-shaped eyes filled with panic.
"Are you scared?" Qiongying's voice was still very soft, which was particularly clear in the silent hall.
But it is no longer gentle, but cold, bewitching and cruel.
"No, I'm not afraid." Qiutong took a deep breath, and she seemed to feel that her blood had stagnated.
This kind of fear is different from facing the whip that is about to be struck in a dark prison. The whip brings her physical pain, but now it brings her soul trembling.
"What a dishonest child." Qiongying chuckled.
"Qiu Tong, Qiu Tong realizes his mistake." Qiu Tong said timidly, the master just now was really terrible.
The master at this moment seems to be very kind, but the master is more moody and unpredictable than those slave owners.
"Now that you know your mistake, will you lie to me again in the future?"
"No, Qiu Tong would never dare to do that again." Qiu Tong shook his head quickly and said.
"Are you still afraid, Qiutong?"
"I, I'm scared, but I'm not that scared now." Qiu Tong said softly, clenching her thin little hands slightly.
"afraid of what?"
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of this place. The sounds coming from the forest are very scary. There is no light or sunshine here. I'm afraid of the dark." Qiutong looked at the dome carefully and replied in a low voice.
"So am I scary?"
"Master,..." Qiutong trembled slightly. She was indeed frightened by her master just now. If she spoke out, would his master be unhappy? Then he would send her back to the slave owner and lock her in a dark prison again.
"What's wrong? Don't you dare to say it?" The phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and the long eyelashes covered the expression in them.
"No, the master is not scary. I, I was just scared for a moment. I didn't expect the master to have injuries on his face. I thought the master was just like me. No, Qiu Tong was wrong. I am a slave. The master is the master. It's different.
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Qiutong's words were incoherent, and the more she spoke, the more confused she became. The master was the same age as her, or even younger than her, so she thought the master was a beautiful little girl, who should be innocent and lively, like those noble ladies in beautiful carriages.
But she could only envy them in the dark cell, watching secretly. They were very beautiful, and their clothes were also very beautiful. They were served by many servants, and they would act coquettishly in the arms of their parents and smile lively.
"It doesn't matter, I don't mean to blame you." Qiong Ying said softly. She was more satisfied with Qiu Tong than Ye Chen. She didn't like fearless people.
"Thank you, master, for not blaming me." Qiutong relaxed a little and spoke less nervously. Now the master's voice is gentle and nice, and not scary.
"Qiu Tong, are you afraid of death?" Qiongying looked at Qiu Tong, and his bewitching voice floated out softly.