Kou Qiu's chest was undulating violently, his mind was buzzing, almost blank. The young man covered in blood dragged his body and slowly stood up straight, then knelt down on one knee in the direction of him, making an absolute surrender posture.

"Dedicate victory to you, my master," he heard the young man say, "from this moment, my body and my soul are all delivered to you. You can treat them like ants on the ground, and you can trample them to pieces, and I will never have any complaints-"

The young man raised his head, his small shadow reflected in his eyes.

“——I will be absolutely loyal to you.”

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Like a vow.

Viscount Heron, who was sitting directly opposite, clearly heard the slave's declaration of allegiance, but he just casually knocked his finger on the table. He turned his face and said lightly to the male servant beside him: "He has the talent to be a warrior."

The body of the close-fitting male servant trembled, he bent down and said respectfully: "Vissue, what do you mean-"

"Get him over," Helun whispered, "I don't care what method you use."

He raised his eyes again and looked at the small figure standing upright in the box opposite.

The male servant bowed his body again and quietly left the private room.

The young man had already left the stage and was trimming in the yard behind the exchange. Someone held a basin and poured it down on his head. The blood on his body was diluted a lot. His hair was hit by the water flow and drooped down the curve of his cheeks, revealing one of the silver-gray eyes, which still had a wildness that had not yet completely subsided.

He was like a leopard tidying himself by the stream and preparing to hunt again.

The male servant paused, knowing that this was the sign of the inferior man.

The higher the noble, the purer the green color of the eyes, like Ulysses, as clean as a pool of green, like a high-quality emerald full of water; and the closer the black eyes, the more symbolized the person's low identity.

But it is often these dark-eyed people, and the chest is hidden by ambitions that are more intense and passionate than these nobles.

The male servant has seen it with his own eyes, and he firmly believes in this.

"What's your name?" He spent some money to dismiss the others in the yard and said to the young man, "No matter how you were before, now you are loved by noble people-My master hopes that you can follow him, you can get rid of this low status, become a free man, and live the life you want."

The young man's shoulders were tensed again, ready to go, as if nervous. His eyes were staring at the servant without blinking, and asked, "Did the master who bought me ask you to come?"

The servant smiled and said, "Of course not!"

He looked around and his voice lowered a little.

"That young master is still a noble after all, how can he know the suffering of us inferior people - even if you really follow him, what you will do in the future will be some job of serving people."

His hand patted the young man's shoulder and said, "But our viscount is different. He himself is a inferior man. If you can follow him, you may be able to make military achievements and be awarded the title!"

It was not the young master. The young man's tense figure slowly relaxed again. A trace of disappointment flashed in the depths of his silver-gray eyes. He casually grabbed a piece of linen from the side and wiped his hair, shook the water droplets on his head, and said lightly: "I already have a master."

The servant said, "So what?"

Seeing that the young man was still indifferent, he had to wake up directly: "If you are a free man directly, how can you need any master?"

The young man had no reaction, but just repeated the sentence just now.

"I already have a master."

The slender but straight figure reappeared in front of him. The adult's hair seemed to be filled with the sunlight, clearly from such a distance, but it made him smell the smell of sunlight falling on the leaves between his nose.

He couldn't even tell what he felt in his heart at that moment - maybe God finally favored him once, allowing his damaged and broken soul to regain the power of trembling.

The male servant wanted to say something else, but suddenly saw the young man's eyes lit up suddenly. It was a kind of brilliance from inside out, like countless clusters of small flames lit up. He took two steps forward, as if he remembered his current miserable appearance, so he lowered his head again.

His expression was piously like making a wish to the statue of God, and he bent his knees again.

"My master."

The male servant was stunned and looked back suddenly, only to realize that it was Ulysses who came in person.

This young master is really worthy of the name of the rose of the Braden family. His cheeks are plump and white like mutton fat. The hidden blue cloak rusts behind him, making him look more and more arrogant and noble. His face was a little pale, and he looked at the servant who had just bought him silently after a long time.

Others may not know, but the system boy could tell at a glance that Kou Qiu was angry.

"What's your name?" he said to the youth.

Aware of his cold attitude, the young man kneeling on one knee suddenly became ugly and his body was even more straight. Other emotions flashed quickly in his eyes, as if he was careful, his thin lips were pursed, and he replied in a low voice: "Master, I don't have a name."

"Since you called my master," Kou Qiu said coldly, "then remember for me honestly what is the most important point in the Braden family!"

He was really angry, his mind was still a little swelling, and a heart in his chest was still beating rapidly.

If so, what if you don’t win?

What if he died in front of him!

The young man looked up and looked at him. In his eyes, there was a huge glacier that would not melt.

"No matter what you say, I will obey," the young man paused, and tasted the bloody smell from his mouth that had not yet completely subsided, "As long as you tell me."

"Okay," said Kou Qiu, "the first rule of the Blyden family - I never care about any victory!"

His chest was undulating under the silky silk shirt, and he said with his head raised, "All the premise is that you live well for me - the victory you earned for life is worthless to me!"

The young man looked up at him in a daze, as if he had heard this for the first time, and a small, blond and blue-eyed shadow appeared in his pupils.

He said: "Master..."

Kou Qiu looked at him as he looked completely different from the world at this moment, and his throat suddenly felt sore again. Luck and fear were intertwined and poured on his head, and the taste was bitter and sour.

He closed his eyes, his voice a little dry, "No next time."

The young man looked at his appearance and slowly curled his lips after a while, his eyes as if they were illuminated by a huge sun.

He lowered his head and almost religiously printed his lips on the spotless leather boots.

"--yes."

As I said.

The moment you buy me, you will have me, and my soul.

The author has something to say: Kou Qiuqiu: He also gave me the victory. I think you are too lazy recently and want to take off on the spot!

Xiaogang: I feel wronged, I feel sad, but I won’t say qaq

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The first time in history, the socialist successor who has been handsome with money.

Thank you for the tea colored firewood, Yu Sheng, sakura, loreya, sakura, sauce sauce, ye Xuan, Tu Mi, the landmine of the drunken relative~

The earthy love words of this life have made obvious progress 2333

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Chapter completed!