The boy's bangs were very long and thick, covering his entire forehead and even half of his eyes.
He doesn't look very energetic.
He was sitting on the iron stone in the shooting range, wearing the clothes of the marquis.
Hearing this, he raised his head and his eyes trembled.
The leader of the Shadow Guard, is he?
The young man swallowed and looked at Chu Yue in shock.
He has always been a grain of brilliance, humble and lowly, struggling hard in this world.
No one has ever believed him.
"Come here." Chu Yue shouted.
After a long while, the young man stood up belatedly, came to her side, and took a few steps back cautiously.
"What's your name?" Chu Yue asked.
"Ye Gucheng." The boy seemed to have not spoken for many years, his voice was hoarse and he spoke very hard.
Lonely city......
Chu Yue was slightly stunned.
This alien world is very feudal in terms of naming.
This boy's name sounds unlucky.
"He can't do it." An older soldier suddenly said seriously.
In fact, after watching the competition between Chen Yun and Ye Chuyue, the soldiers were no longer so resistant to Ye Chuyue.
Chu Yue asked: "Why?"
Without waiting for Fu Bing's reply, he saw the boy lift his bangs on his forehead, revealing his entire face.
Handsome, evil, and slightly dangerous!
The boy's eyes were as clear as amber, but like a wounded beast, filled with hatred for the world.
What made Chu Yue's pupils shrink violently was that a bloody word "slave" was cruelly carved on the boy's forehead with a knife.
"Because I am a ninth-level lowly slave." Ye Gucheng said in a calm tone: "I am not qualified to hold the position of leader. Please, young master, choose someone else."
In Lingtian Continent, people are divided into classes and are divided into three, six or nine levels.
Among them, the eighth grade is inferior to pigs and dogs, and the ninth grade is a lowly slave, who cannot hold his head high no matter where he is.
Once you are branded with the mark of a ninth-level slave, you will be a slave for life and can be bullied by everyone!
Ye Gucheng lowered his head, and his thick bangs covered his forehead and beautiful eyes.
He wished he could turn himself into a speck of dust and hide in the darkness where no one cares.
Shen Qingfeng leaned into Chu Yue's ear and said, "He is the last prince and the last subject of the Beihan Empire. He was once called Ye Jinghong. He chose this name himself."
There are thousands of tombs and a lonely city.
So, choose such a sad name?
"That's him." Chu Yue said: "Lingtian Continent and Shenwu Empire do not have any explicit laws that stipulate that ninth-level slaves cannot hold positions!
Ye Gucheng looked at her deeply, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
"Miss Ye San, if you let a ninth-level slave be the leader of the shadow guard, you will be laughed at." Youfu soldiers said.
Chu Yue raised her lips and smiled, "Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully the young man into poverty. Today he is a ninth-level slave, how do you know that he will not be able to set foot on the top of a million people in the future?"
This sentence shocked Ye Gucheng's heart, which had been silent for many years.
The blood that has been cold for a long time seems to be as hot as fire?
He looked at the girl with slightly red eyes, as if there was a lump in her throat.
The top of ten thousand people...
There was a touch of yearning in his eyes!
Chu Yue looked at him: "Are you willing?"
"I..." Ye Gucheng murmured for a long time, firm as iron: "Yes!"
"When you take the first step and go over the mountains and ridges, it's just a matter of time." Chu Yue said: "See you tomorrow, comb your hair up. It's not shameful to be a ninth-class slave for one day. It's shameful.
Yes, you will be a slave for the rest of your life."
"First of all, you have to go out with dignity and dignity, without fear of any gaze!"