Crazy villains for redemption, I was reborn three times

The first time Shisan met that young master was in the death match arena.

She lay dying on the ground, feeling that she was going to die in the next moment.

But suddenly, a drop or two of water fell on her dry lips, and she didn't move.

Enough is enough, so tired.

So be it.

But when she woke up again, she was lying clean on a bed.

Thirteen quietly looked at the fluttering bed curtains, the tip of her nose was filled with a clean and fresh smell, and there was a faint smell of incense, but she didn't know what it was, she just felt warm all over.

"She seems to be awake?"

"Why is there a female slave in the Death Arena?"

"I heard that she survived from a dozen slaves."

"This... looks like a child at all."

In front of her, there were two luxuriously dressed people, who seemed to be discussing her background.

And the man in the middle of them, dressed in a suit she had never seen before, was the young master she saw on the death battle field that day.

Thirteen felt his hand fall on his forehead.

"The fever is gone, it should be fine."

Thirteen looked into those eyes and remained silent for a long time. In other words, she hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, so she didn't know how to speak at all.

The young master in front of him said: "Take care of her."

The two boys looked at each other, clasped their fists and said yes.

Thirteen looked at the slowly receding figure, his eyes seemed to follow, but also seemed to see nothing.

"This little girl is really lucky to meet the young master."

"In the future, I will no longer have to live the precarious days of the past."

Shisanyi didn't know the meaning of those words at first, until her injury slowly healed.

She didn't do anything at this stage, and she didn't fight.

She has never had a day like this.

Not to mention waiting for the injury to heal before fighting again. After regaining consciousness, he keeps killing his opponents.

After she recovered, she thought that at least they would arrange something for herself, and even thought that she might have moved from a cage to a more terrifying place.

But no, there are three exquisite meals a day, and snacks that I have never eaten before, and the doctor comes to check regularly.

The time she saw the young man in the Death Arena again was after her body had fully recovered.

When seeing him, Thirteen kneeled in front of him according to the rules, with his head on the ground.

She knew that nobles looked down on slaves like them in their hearts, so she had to bow her head in front of them.

The son asked the doctor, "How is she doing?"

"Master, it's all over."

Thirteen felt that someone not far away came in front of her, and a force pulled her up from the ground.

"With me, there is no need to kneel down."

Thirteen lowered his head in a daze.

But he could feel the other person's eyes on him.

Not an uncomfortable look or a lustful look.

It's mild, but it won't make you feel uncomfortable.

Thirteen heard the person in front of him say, "You don't need to bow your head in front of me."

Thirteen's shoulders trembled, and he raised his eyes subconsciously, but at that moment, he seemed to see a god.

She looked away immediately.

It was the first time she stood in front of others, the first time someone told her that she didn't need to bow her head.

"Since your injury is healed, you can go anywhere in the future. Have you thought about where you want to go in the future?"

Thirteen lowered his head.

"This girl, isn't she a mute?"

After one of them spoke, the young man gave him a faint look.

Thirteen heard the young master in front of him ask himself indifferently: "What's your name?"

Thirteen opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to speak: "Ten...Three."

Because she was bought by No.13 of that group of slaves, she has always been called Thirteen,

The voice she knew was ugly, not as soft as any girl's, but cold and hard, like wood, like cold iron.

But that's how she is, and she doesn't have anything to say after she finishes speaking.

The young master in front of him said calmly: "Okay, Thirteen, you don't need to talk, I will talk later, you just need to nod and shake your head."

"Is there somewhere you want to go?"

Thirteen shook his head.

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Thirteen still shook his head.

"Is there anyone you want to meet?"

A blank expression appeared on Shisan's face.

The young master in front of him said: "I understand, but my house is really short of manpower, you have to stay, or leave to find your own way out."

"If you want to stay, just nod."

Thirteen paused, then nodded mechanically up and down.

Anyway, she has nowhere to go, if she goes out, I'm afraid she can only fall into the hands of others and be sold around.

Although she is very good at fighting, there are always people who have various ways to deal with her...

Shisan thought there would be some conditions, but he only heard the human being in front of him say: "In that case, then you can stay here for now until you find the place you want to go."

This son's voice was very cold, but to Thirteen's ears, it was indeed the warmest.

"My name is Yan Chen'an. In the future, you will be a member of the Yan Mansion. From now on, you don't have to fight for your life anymore."