He couldn't help but lowered his head and glanced at the disappointing monster, only to see that the monster's eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

The competitive spirit in Wusi's heart was even more aroused, he had never seen such a satisfying slave! Yet there was one last shred of reason left in his mind. Not only is his military rank lower than that of Admiral Zhujing, but even his family does not have any rights in the royal family. And under the appearance of Zhu Jing's abstinence, there are extremely perverted and ruthless means! His mental power is one of the few in the entire empire, otherwise he would not have made great achievements on the battlefield at such a young age!

If you offend him for a little slave today, you will only have endless troubles in the future!

Wu Si gritted his back molars and said, "Since General Zhujing refuses to raise his hand, then you should choose first."

Only then did Admiral Zhu Jing's gloomy eyebrows stretch out, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Wu Si held a breath in his heart and clenched his fists tightly.

After Rong finished dealing with this troublesome supporting role, he lowered his eyes and stared at the protagonist.

The protagonist's one eye is also staring at him, and there is only crazy hatred in it.

Jin Zhao finds it ridiculous, ironic, and desperate—

Even a weapon without consciousness is unwilling to lie here, like fish on a chopping block, being vying for the right to dispose of it. He curled up his abdomen like a crushed worm, staring at the two above his head, trying to wrestle his fingers from the chains. As long as he can struggle a little, he can try to kill these two people.

But soon, he found that there was no way.

When the man with the lower rank came over, he seemed to still have the strength to concentrate some mental energy. But after Zhu Jing, who had a higher military rank, came over, the mental power that he had tried so hard to concentrate on was—all suppressed!

The strength of the Mental Power Suppression Ring seems to have increased more than tenfold, and his body, which had been deprived of the Mental Power Source, was overwhelmed, and his struggling wrists could only seep blood in vain. This person called Zhu Jing has a mental strength that is equally powerful to a terrifying level. If his spiritual power is still there, he can definitely kill all these people and escape——

But there is no if.

He clearly remembered how his spiritual power source was crushed.

With an expressionless face, Zhu Jing leaned down and approached him.

- Are you going to die?

——Or continue to linger, be taken back, and continue to be crushed like a bug?

The two slaves next to him couldn't help shivering because of Zhu Jing's approach. They are a group of people whose spiritual power has been taken away. Seeing Zhu Jing, whose spiritual power is superior to the generals, is like a rabbit seeing a tiger. Scream softly. Soon they were kicked by the warden next to them out of fear, and they could only swallow their sobbing back into their throats.

But Jin Zhao didn't move, and didn't make any sound. He watched helplessly as the man stretched out his hand toward him—perhaps to kick him brutally at any part of his body, or grab him and move towards him. It fell to the ground like a useless weapon, or a terrifying monster.

From birth to the present, everyone has treated him like this, without exception.

He closed his only remaining eye and waited patiently for the hand to attack him. He would use his last strength to make a final fight.

But just when he was so desperate that he was about to die together, his dry and peeling hand was suddenly grasped by something warm. That thing was not the blunt weapon he imagined, but a soft touch with the touch of skin— That is a hand.

The hand held his crippled hand.

Jin Zhao suddenly stiffened.

Immediately afterwards, the man supported him and stood up.

Is being helped to stand up. Instead of being crushed under the feet with different numbers of fetid shoes, like bedbugs that can't get out.

Suffering is like the garbage that fell from the sky, and it will never stop for a moment, smashing him into corpses.

No one will save him. And no one will sympathize with him.

Because he is a monster.

——However, now his monster was gently lifted up.

The owner of that hand had gloomy eyebrows, and in his light brown eyes, with a casual look, he gently wiped off the shoe print on the back of his hand that was crushed by Wu Si. The wiping force was neither light nor heavy, but every stroke made Jin Zhao shiver slightly.

"He's mine now, you can pick the rest slowly." Rong Wan glanced around the other upper classes in the room, his eyes finally fell on the other slaves, and finally concealed his pity and looked away. There are already quite a few slaves in Zhujing's family, and only one can be selected each year, which is the rule of the royal family. So he can't take these people away.

Wu Si was very angry, and he hummed heavily in his nose: "It's just a slave who looks like a monster. Is Admiral Zhu Jing too concerned?"

"Heart?" Rong Wan showed a half-smile but not a smile, but there was a hint of coldness in his light brown eyes looking at Wu Si: "You touched my slave first and stained his hands, I don't let it go now. Your apology to him is enough respect for the rank on your shoulders."

Before Wu Si was furious, he turned his head and said to the warden, "Where is your doctor, I hope to bring back a healthy slave."

Healing slaves is something that the entire military prison has never heard of! The warden was startled, but considering General Zhujing's mental strength, he hurriedly agreed, and asked, "General, before taking serial number 1521 back, do you need to recreate it?"

Hearing these four words suddenly, the protagonist struggled violently in Rong Wan's arms. His emotions were so strong that he almost burst out with intense hatred! He really should have broken the shackles on his wrists and stabbed into this general's abdomen, anyway, life is better than death.

Even if he hates himself covered in blood, he doesn't want to lose his memory anyway and become a monster with an empty mind! Become a manipulated, mindless weapon!