Number One Ugly Husband

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At ten o'clock in the evening, all kinds of earth-shattering snoring sounds came from the tent.

Baoye, who hadn’t slept all this time, looked at the wooden board above his head, quietly waiting for the guard on the opposite bed to fall asleep, then cast a spell on Jiang Yu on the next bed, and then quietly got up and came to Lao Luo’s bed head.

He looked at the slave who was sleeping beside the bed, lifted the quilt on Lao Luo's waist lightly, and saw that the wound on Lao Luo's side was seriously infected by the light coming in from outside. A rotten smell.

He quickly took out a small bottle from his left trouser pocket, which contained a potion made from white spot grass, which could instantly heal the wound.

After Bao Ye unscrewed the bottle cap, he first used divine power to remove the wound line, and then poured the potion on the wound. The speed of the wound could be seen with the naked eye, and it shrunk little by little, and the rotten flesh returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, the wound Disappeared, as if he had never been injured, Lao Luo's waist became smooth again.

He then took out a small bottle containing body-replenishing potion from his right pocket, pinched Lao Luo's cheeks with his hands, opened his mouth, and poured the potion into Lao Luo's mouth.

"Ugly slave, ugly slave, I came here to pay off your debt."

If he hadn't planned to stay here for a long time, he wouldn't have done so many strenuous things.

Lao Luo swallowed the potion to replenish his body, and coughed a few times.

The slave who was lying next to the bed and did not fall into a deep sleep heard the sound and was quickly awakened.

He looked at Lao Luo, but found a black figure standing on the other side of the bed, which made him stand up in fright, and hurriedly opened his voice and shouted: "Who is standing there?"

The other slaves woke up one after another.

"what happened?"

"Damn it, who is calling in the middle of the night? Are you letting people sleep?"

"You guys are so noisy."

Someone quickly turned on the lights in the booth, and everyone squinted their eyes because they couldn't bear the glare of the light.

The slave guarding Lao Luo saw that the person on the other side of the bed was Bao Ye, and his face changed drastically: "Ugly slave, it's you! What do you want to do to Lao Luo?"

When everyone heard the word 'ugly slave', they instantly woke up and got up to look in Baoye's direction.

"Ugly slave, what the hell did you do? You feel uncomfortable if you don't harm anyone for a day, don't you?" Du Peng ran over angrily and pushed Bao Ye to the ground.

Xiaowei said angrily: "Brother Peng, the ugly slave can no longer stay. With him around, our lives are in danger at any time."

"Yes, with him here, we can't feel at ease for a day."

"Kill him."

The other slaves were also afraid that one day they would die at the hands of the ugly slave, and they also followed suit: "Kill him, kill him, kill him."

The slaves in the nearby tents were awakened by their shouts, and they all ran to Baoye's tent to watch. After learning what happened, they also booed and said they wanted to kill Baoye.

"Okay, if I don't kill him today, my surname will not be Du." Du Peng took out the crowbar from his bed, lifted it up and swung it towards Bao Ye.

At this time, Lao Luo suddenly sat up and coughed loudly.

Everyone was stunned.

"Ahem..." Lao Luo, who was in a coma, was choked awake, saw the noisy crowd, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Du Peng and Xiaowei were surprised when they saw Lao Luo whose face had returned to rosy, and said in surprise, "Lao Luo, are you still alive?"

... also ... strange!

Let's not talk about whether the ugly slave has hurt Lao Luo, in terms of Lao Luo's situation, it is obvious that he will not survive, why is it all of a sudden.

"Me? Die?" Lao Luo remembered his previous injury, and quickly pulled the quilt away to see that the wound scratched by the corner of the cabinet was gone: "Huh? Am I injured? Where is the wound? Why is the wound gone?"

He was injured so badly that there was no way the wound would go away without medical treatment.

The other slaves looked at Lao Luo's unscarred waist in surprise.

Xiaowei went over to check Lao Luo's body, and said with wide eyes in disbelief, "Brother Peng, Lao Luo's injury is really gone."

Du Peng touched the place where Lao Luo was injured before: "Does it hurt?"

Lao Luo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

"You really don't know how the injury recovers?"

"I really do not know."

"I, I know." A timid voice sounded from behind everyone.

Everyone looked back, Jiang Yu was raising his hand: "I know what happened to Lao Luo's injury."

"You know, so hurry up and say it."

"It's him..." Jiang Yu pointed to Bao Ye who was still sitting on the ground: "He gave Lao Luo the medicine."

Bao Ye lowered his eyelids to block the flickering pupils.

"Impossible." Du Peng didn't believe that the ugly slave would give Lao Luo medicine.

"I saw it with my own eyes." Jiang Yu was afraid that everyone would think he was lying, so he hurriedly told what he saw just now: "At that time, when I just woke up, I saw the ugly slave sitting up and walking towards Lao Luo..."

Xiaowei said angrily: "Why didn't you make a sound when you saw him approaching Lao Luo? Are you not afraid that he is going to kill Lao Luo?"

Jiang Yu felt that he was very wronged: "I wanted to call you too, but when I woke up, my hands and feet were weak, and my mouth didn't listen to me. How should I call you? Later, I saw that the ugly slave seemed to be slapping Lao Luo. I didn’t call you again, I’m afraid, I’m afraid if you wake up, you won’t let Ugly Nu give Lao Luo the medicine.”

If Chou Nu hadn't changed a lot in recent days, he wouldn't let Chou Nu give medicine to Lao Luo.

Everyone: "..."

Yes, if Jiang Yu wakes them up, they will definitely stop the ugly slave.

Xiaowei and Jiang Yu looked at each other.

So, they misunderstood the ugly slave.

At this time, Baoye stood up and asked softly, "Are you going to kill me? If you don't want to kill me again, get the hell out of here."

"..." Du Peng held on to the crowbar tightly, he couldn't beat him, he didn't want to beat him, the ugly slave who saved someone made him unable to do so.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay. It was unreasonable for Chou Nu to heal Lao Luo's wounds and beat him to death.

Xiaowei glared at Bao Ye angrily: "Since you have the wound medicine, why didn't you take it out earlier."

"I have spent a lot of effort to find the medicine these days, and then I prepared it myself." Bao Ye glanced at him: "Even if I took it out earlier, would you believe that it is a medicine that can heal a good person?"

Xiaowei: "..."

Do not believe.

He could only think that Bao Ye wanted to poison Lao Luo to death.

Baoye pushed him away, sat on Lao Luo's bed, and held down Lao Luo's limped leg.

Everyone was shocked: "Ugly slave, what do you want to do?"

Bao Ye glanced at them, and asked Lao Luo, "Do you want to heal your leg?"

Lao Luo stared at him vigilantly with resentful eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If you didn't break my leg, who would want to be a cripple."

"It will hurt a little, bear with it." Bao Ye quickly broke his limped leg before he could react.

"Ah—" Lao Luo screamed, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

Everyone was nervous for a while.

"Ugly slave, what the hell do you want to do?" Du Peng hurriedly raised the iron crowbar to Baoye's neck: "You let go of Lao Luo, otherwise, I will let your head move."

Baoye ignored his threats, and quietly used his divine power to connect Lao Luo's legs back, and then repaired his muscles and bones, making his legs more flexible than before: "Okay, get up and walk around."

Lao Luo felt strange, just now the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak, but after half a minute, the pain disappeared completely.

He stood up, and under the amazed eyes of everyone, he walked as normal as a normal person, and he no longer limped.

Lao Luo couldn't hold back his joy: "My leg is healed! My leg is healed."

He thought he would be crippled for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect to have a chance to be a normal person again, so he couldn't help jumping and jumping happily on the spot.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention on Lao Luo, Bao Ye quietly retreated to his bed.

"When did Ugly Nu become so powerful? Not only can he heal people's legs, but he can also make medicine himself. His medicine is so miraculous that it can make serious wounds heal instantly. If we are seriously injured in the future, can we also seek him for treatment? ..." The slaves discussed after being surprised.

"What are you doing? What are you all doing? It's bed time, what are you all doing up? Don't you want to rebel?" Deacon Lin's angry shout sounded outside the tent.

When the slaves saw the deacon coming, they dispersed in a swarm and went back to sleep in their tents.

Standing outside the door of the tent where Bao Ye lived, Deacon Lin saw that Lao Luo was running vigorously in place, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As the deacon in charge of setting up the shed, he naturally knew how serious Lao Luo's injury was, and he planned to send him to another place tomorrow to let him die slowly and then throw him in the corpse pit for incineration, but now he is healed.

"Old Luo, you..." Deacon Lin looked at Lao Luo's waist, and the wound was gone, which is incredible.

Lao Luo couldn't help being happy: "Deacon Lin, I'm healed, even my legs are healed."

Deacon Lin quickly asked, "How are you doing?"

"Yes..." Thinking of Chou Nu, Lao Luo suddenly lost his smile.

His legs were made by Ugly Slave, and most of the injuries on his waist were caused by Ugly Slave, so I really don't want to tell others who healed him.

Deacon Lin noticed that Lao Luo and the others had strange expressions on their faces, so he didn't want to go any further: "It's a good thing that the waist and leg injuries have been healed. It's late now, everyone go to bed early, and you have to work tomorrow morning."

It was rare that Deacon Lin didn't punish them, everyone went back to bed quickly, and calm was restored in the tent.

Deacon Lin turned off the lights for them.

Bao Ye, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and curled his lips.

A few days ago, he didn't take out the medicine to save Lao Luo right away. As he said just now, no one would believe that he would take the medicine to save people with good intentions, or even throw away the medicine.He deliberately delayed the medicine for a few days before taking it out to the old doctor, making them think that his medicine was hard to find.

Jiang Yu was woken up by him, in order for Jiang Yu to prove for himself that he took the medicine to cure Lao Luo, and to cure Lao Luo's leg was also to let everyone have a greater change in him.

I believe that after this incident, everyone will no longer yell at him like when he first came.Those slaves who didn't hate him might still respect him or defend him, and might even come to him because he could dispense medicine.

The next morning, all the slaves knew that "Ugly Nu" could dispense medicine to save people and heal people's legs. Those who didn't know Ugly Nu began to pay attention to "Ugly Nu", but those who knew Ugly Nu as human beings didn't believe it He will heal other people's legs, and even kindly take precious wound medicine to save people.

That morning, Bao Ye went to the Fallen Forest again.

This time, he was still collecting herbs on the outskirts of the forest, and the herbs he picked back were still those kinds of herbs. If he wanted to gather more herbs, he had to go into the forest, but he didn’t have much time to come out. It is easy to be entangled by demons or demons and cannot escape.

After Bao Ye finished collecting the medicine and came back to have lunch, a deacon came to him and said, "Ugly slave, report to the office on the tenth floor at two o'clock in the afternoon."

Bao Ye was puzzled: "Report?"

"From today on, the master will inspect the construction site every day, and you will be responsible for serving him from now on, and you can do whatever he wants you to do."

The sixth child and the others looked at Baoye enviously.

This is a great opportunity to raise the level of slaves. If you serve the master well and make him happy, you may even get a gift and get out of slavery.

Bao Ye pointed to his own ugly face: "I look like this, I'm afraid I will frighten the master."

"If you scare him, he's dead." The deacon snorted coldly and turned to leave, muttering, "I don't know that he's lucky enough to let him serve the master."

Baoye also couldn't figure out why he was so scary looking, why would he ask him to serve his master, if he wanted to find someone with good looks, he should find someone with good looks to please his master.

The sixth child and the others immediately congratulated Bao Ye. If they did well with their master, they would have more face than being a deacon, but Bao Ye would rather clean up than serve the master who would punish him at any time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Baoye arrived on the tenth floor on time.

The people working on the tenth floor frowned when they saw Bao Ye's face.

Baoye asked politely: "Deacons, I don't know which office the master is in."

Someone pointed to the innermost office.

Baoye walked to the door of the office, first touched his face to make sure that there was no pus and blood on his face, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

The office door opened automatically.

Baoye pushed open the door: "Master, I'm an ugly slave, I'm coming in."

"Hmm." There was a hint of a smile in the voice.

Baoye walked into the office while praying that this was a good master to get along with. When he saw an indistinguishable face, he couldn't help but froze for a moment: "It's you."

The psychopath turned out to be the master of this construction site?

Yesterday, I felt that there was something wrong with the mentally ill smile, so it turned out that I was waiting for him here.

However, in Ugly Nu's memory, the master who listened to Ugly Nu's informant was not this person, nor was this person who arranged for him to work on the construction site.

"Are you the master of this construction site?"

Dong Lingce hooked his lips: "Didn't you already know yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Bao Ye rolled his eyes: "I thought you were a distinguished guest yesterday."

"It's not too late to know now."

Bao Ye looked skeptical: "Are you really the master of the construction site? But you are not the same person as the master who introduced me to work here."

Dong Ling Ce leaned lazily on the back of the sofa: "That man knows my deacon, because he doesn't have easy work there, so let my deacon arrange you here."

"Well, what do you want me to do here? Do you really want me to serve you? Then I have to tell you first, I don't know how to serve people."

"I don't need you to serve me. You just need to help me water the flowers in the house and clean it up."

Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"Is it necessary to lie to you?"

Bao Ye didn't think this psychopath was so easy to talk about: "These things can be solved with just one spell, right? Why use me?"

"I like having someone get their hands dirty."

Bao Yejue stared suspiciously for a moment, then went out to find a bucket of rags, and while wiping the table, he looked at Dong Ling Ce: "I've known you for so many days, and I still don't know your last name?"

"Dang Ling Ce." Dong Ling Ce looked at him, then at the red string bracelet on his wrist.

"Surname Dongling?"

"Um"

Baoye was a little disappointed, the other party wasn't his father, so who was his father?

Dong Ling Ce pointed to the bookcase: "Wipe there."

Baoye washed his inner cloth and went to wipe the bookcase. He had just finished wiping a grid when he heard Dong Lingce ask him to wipe the flowerpot. The flowerpot hadn't been wiped yet, and he said that the floor under his feet was dirty, so he asked him to wipe it with a cloth. wipe.

After Baoye washed the cloth, he came over to see that the floor under his feet was not dirty at all, but he knelt on the ground holding the rag.

Just when he was about to wipe the floor, he saw a teasing smile flashing in Dong Ling Ce's eyes, and he immediately understood that this guy was deliberately playing tricks on him, and the purpose was to make him kneel down.

He angrily threw the rag back into the bucket, got up and coughed, then slapped his own two palms, spat the saliva into his hands, rubbed them and said, "Master, I see your hair is messed up, little I will tidy it up for you, and I promise to make you beautiful and handsome, and fascinate your future wife."

The corner of Dong Ling Ce's mouth twitched, and he quickly grabbed Bao Ye's hand, and then he saw the red string bracelet on his wrist glowing red.

There was half doubt in his eyes, and he raised his head to look at Baoye.

"Why?" Bao Ye was puzzled.

Dong Ling Ce let him go, got up and walked out of the room, closed the office door, and the red light on the bracelet dimmed.

Dong Lingce opened the door of the office, the red light on the bracelet lit up again, he turned and walked out again.

Bao Ye felt that he was like a child playing the game of opening and closing doors, going out and coming in, coming in and going out, and he didn't know what he was doing.

When Dong Lingce came in for the last time, he never went out again, he walked up to Bao Ye and stood still.

Baoye felt uncomfortable being stared at by him: "Why are you staring at me? Haven't you been disgusted enough by my face?"

"..." Dong Ling Ce raised the hand wearing the red string bracelet: "Touch it."

"why?"

Dong Ling Ce directly grabbed his hand and put it on the bracelet, but the bracelet went dark.

Baoye poked the bracelet with his fingertips: "Why isn't it on?"

Dong Ling Ce narrowed his eyes: "Maybe it's malfunctioning, you go out first."

Bao Ye was sweating all over his head. He had just started cleaning, so why did he drive him away.

He waited outside the office for half an hour, seeing that Dong Ling Ce hadn't asked him to go in, so he went back to the first floor.

As soon as Lao Liu saw him, he said excitedly, "Master Bao, at dinner time, I'll take you to a place to meet someone."

Bao Ye was curious: "Who do you want to take me to see?"

"Go, you will know."

"Isn't there a rule that slaves must go back to the slave dormitory after dinner? Where can you take me?"

"Don't worry, someone has already told Deacon Zhu and Deacon Lin about your late return, and they won't make things difficult for you."

Bao Ye raised his eyebrows. He never told Lao Liu and the others that the people in charge of him were Deacon Zhu and Deacon Lin, but Lao Liu knew about the two deacons. It can be seen that the identity of the person he wanted to meet should be unusual.

When it was time for dinner, Lao Liu dragged Bao Ye out of the building without eating, and left the construction site in a small red car.

The driver was a young woman with the character '仪' branded on her face. She was a high-ranking slave. Her hair was dyed red and yellow, which was very peculiar.

Bao Ye gently nudged Lao Liu's hand with his elbow, and whispered tentatively: "Lao Liu, you can do it, not only do you have a small car, but also a high-ranking slave as your driver."

The sixth child said embarrassedly, "I'm a low-level slave, where can I get a car?"

"Then this is..."

"The driver is called Sister Jing, and she owns the car. My sister asked her to pick me up."

"Your sister? Do you have a sister?"

The sixth child nodded: "Well, I also have a younger sister, both of them are high-level slaves."

"So your sister wants to see me? Why does she want to see me?"

"It's my elder sister and my younger sister who want to see you. They live in a chaotic area."

The half-new and half-old houses in the chaotic area are the residences of high-level slaves. They have neither masters nor form a team with other people.They are not subject to any constraints, they are very scattered, and they often get together for a little thing, and they often gather together to find life resources.

When the car drove into the chaotic area, Bao Ye immediately felt the atmosphere become tense. Taking the road they were driving as the dividing line, the high-ranking slaves on the left were like a group of demons and ghosts, with colorfully dyed hair and gorgeous clothes. Uplifting rock music.

They danced and swayed to the sound of the music, and some were playing mahjong and cards, betting big and small, looking messy.

The high-ranking slaves on the right are very quiet. They like to silently watch the opposite person in a daze, or play with the weapons in their hands. They are all dressed in uniform, all in black, and even the nail polish on their hands is black. .

The people on both sides of the street seem to be not in harmony, but they look at the same place with a tacit understanding. When a car comes in, they will stop everything in their hands and watch the car go by until they can't see it.

Bao Ye asked curiously, "Is this the chaotic area?"

"Yes, haven't you been here?"

"No." In Ugly Nu's memory, he only heard about the chaotic area, but he had never been there, and Ugly Nu's elder brother would never bring him to such a chaotic place.

"Then you can just take a stroll here, otherwise, as our low-level slaves, it would be difficult to come here."

Low-level slaves are not free, and they can't go anywhere they want, just like they can come here only if the high-level slaves help to speak well to the deacon.

At this time, Sister Jing stopped the car: "Here we are."