Death? Qiutong trembled slightly. Since she became sensible, she knew that she could die anytime and anywhere.
In the black prison, you have to face the fear of death every day, until you get used to it, you are not so scared, and you even feel that death is a kind of relief.
"Master, I am not afraid. Compared to death, I am more afraid of starving, robbing food with others, being whipped, being rolled, living like a livestock, without self-esteem, without freedom, being trampled by everyone, worse than grass mustard...
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Speaking of this, Qiu Tong couldn't help but choke, as if she wanted to vent all the humiliation.
Qiongying listened casually, there was no trace of emotion in her deep phoenix eyes. She became more and more satisfied with Qiu Tong's performance. Qiu Tong did not retain it and would show her fragile side in front of her, but Ye Chen would not.
It was silent for a moment, and there was only the slight sob of Qiutong in the huge hall.
It was late at night, and it took a long time before Qiutong put away her tears. Her thin little face became a little more stubborn and firm.
"Crying, one time is enough. I don't like crying people." Qiongying said lightly.
"Yes, Master, Qiu Tong knows his mistake." Qiu Tong's tone was no longer panic, only awe and obedience.
"Very good, Qiutong, do you want to become strong?" Qiongying curled her lips gently and asked with a smile.
"Uh? I think, I really want it, but I'm just a slave." Qiutong's eyes lit up, and then she fell into despair again.
"Hmm?" Qiongying raised her eyes. How could the person she chose be a slave?
"Master, I have the mark of a slave on my back." Qiutong whispered.
It is branded as soon as it is born, and the mark will never be erased. It is not only printed on her back, but also in her heart. It is the lowest mark.
"It's just a mark, it doesn't mean anything. I will help you get rid of it in the future, but now you remember that you are not a slave."
"Can the mark of slaves be removed?" Qiu Tong was surprised and forgot about etiquette for a moment and said in disbelief.
"Don't believe my words?" Qiongying looked at Qiutong lightly, no one dared to question her words.
"No, I believe, but I was so surprised." Qiu Tong said quickly.
The heart trembled slightly. The master's eyes were very beautiful. She couldn't find any words to describe it. The master's eyes were just a faint look, and she already felt an invisible sense of oppression.
Ye Chen's expression became dim. He could see that she was more satisfied with Qiu Tong and would even train Qiu Tong to be better than him.
"Qiutong, are you afraid of walking out of this door by yourself?"
"Master, I'm not afraid." Qiu Tong said firmly.
"Okay, it's really a brave girl. It's late at night, you go down first."
"Yes, master." Qiu Tong leaned down and said, then straightened her body and walked firmly towards the nightfall step by step.
There was only silence left in the hall, and the sound of the night wind blew by chance, and the shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests were like ghosts.
The candlelight sways, the hair is slightly raised, and the clothes are fluttering.
Qiongying got up from the chair and walked to Ye Chen. Compared to his height, she was still very short for the time being. She had to raise her head slightly to look at him.
Even if she needs to look up to look at him, it gives people the feeling that she is looking down at others. No matter where she stands, she is always noble and high.
Ye Chen's eyes flashed for a moment, avoiding her gaze. He didn't know what she was looking at, which would make him feel nervous.
Because she has eyes that are clear about people's hearts, he never treats her as a little girl.