[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Since the breakthrough, Fengzhen Zhansan led his slaves to go out frequently.

The war slaves were envious of Zhan San's rising combat power, and finally bowed down in front of Fengzhen collectively, begging their master to let them advance.

Looking at the peaceful and obedient appearance of these war slaves, Feng Zhen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

These people really have been enslaved for too long.

In a state of coercion, he has no choice but to serve others as his master, yet he can have no complaints.

Feng Zhen agreed to them.

After that, the number of monsters who assisted them in hunting monsters increased sharply.

The war slaves are steadily improving.

It took almost two months for the second breakthrough in the third battle.

Because Fengzhen is more efficient in killing monsters, it advances half a month earlier than him.

After the second breakthrough, the blood in his body became more vigorous, and every time he made a move, the blood in his body seemed to move a little bit.

And after Zhan San broke through for the second time, the changes he could feel became more obvious.

Distinguish carefully, it is more like a traction from the depths of the blood.

It seems to be somewhere in the dark, pointing out the direction for him, leading him to explore further places.

What is further afield?

Zhan San is completely unclear.

After all, he was born as a slave and grew up in that small area of ​​the mansion.

That is to say, after becoming a war slave, he has the opportunity to contact the outside world.

And every time he goes out, he knows and gains is limited by his own exploration.

Why is there a continuous gray mist here?

Where did the monsters in the mist come from?

Where do monsters come from?

Why would there be a trace of energy entering their bodies before the monsters disappeared, and this energy could actually make their bodies advanced?

……

These issues, which he had never paid attention to before, began to linger in Zhan San's mind constantly.

After the second breakthrough, Feng Zhen estimated and found that subsequent breakthroughs would require a greater amount of energy and take longer.

And at present, what level is their strength compared to the owner of this mansion?

Feng Zhen wiped the sword body clean with a cloth, put it into the scabbard at his waist, and looked into the unexplored depths of the mist from a distance.

After a while, he slightly bent his lips towards the war slaves.

"Go back.", he said.

The war slaves had red faces and were full of energy. Most of them had completed their first breakthrough and felt fearless.

Back at the mansion, Feng Zhen and others went to the inner courtyard of the mansion.

It's still the courtyard, and it's still the sick and weak master in white.

However, the war slaves felt that everything looked so different.

The original reverence for the master disappeared, from not daring to look at the master to daring to look directly at his face.

Even, they can secretly evaluate the sick and weak master in their hearts.

The basis of all these changes comes from the enhancement of their own strength.

When they have the strength that can keep rising, and the master seems so weak that he can be killed by one person at will, how can they still be as obedient as before?

What's more, now their real master is someone else.

Feng Zhen was not in the middle of the line this time, but in the first place, the first to step forward.

The eyes behind the mask had been staring at him since he appeared.

After extracting the essence from Fengzhen's body, Ziyan didn't let him get up, but opened his mouth and said, "Le Shiyi, today I will give you the name Zhen, stay in the bamboo garden, and serve you tonight."

Although there are many stewards and warriors accompanying Ziyan, the whole courtyard is very quiet.

At this time, only his moderate voice echoed.

His voice was as cold as ever, with a slight hoarseness caused by coughing.

Hearing his words, Zhan San and the other war slaves were taken aback, and then showed a trace of anxiety.

They are very eager to know the decision of the new owner.

Could it be that he really wants to sleep with that tuberculosis guy?

Fengzhen refused as they expected.

He raised his head. Although the sitting posture was still kneeling, it felt completely different.

Ziyan even had a sense of dislocation as if his identities had been swapped, and even this spacious pavilion seemed cramped and depressing.

"I have a name, Fengzhen."

"Besides, I don't like to wait on people."

He heard the bold slave speak slowly.

Ziyan dispelled the weird aura covering his heart, shook his sleeves, and knocked the teacup aside.

"I don't like what you don't like." He waved his hand lightly, and the warrior standing beside him stepped forward and grabbed Feng Zhen.

The two warriors held Feng Zhen's shoulders from left to right, and wanted to lift it up, but they felt that the person under their palms weighed more than a thousand catties, and their faces showed surprise.

This is……

However, there was no time for them to think, and the figure in front of their eyes disappeared, followed by a sharp pain in their shoulders!

They didn't even have time to think about how they were injured, and they saw that figure with tearing eyes, rushing straight at the master sitting on the seat like a tiger!

The warriors wanted to grab this daring slave, but they were surprised that their arms didn't respond.

……

The internal force circulated rapidly through the meridians in the body, and the speed of sealing the town was reached to the extreme, and he struck Ziyan's shoulder with a palm.

He didn't know how powerful this "master" was, so he had the upper hand if he made a sudden attack, so he used [-]% of his strength in this palm.

Ziyan spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down, falling to the ground like a tortured broken doll, without a sound.

"Owner!"

Two of the other warriors abruptly withdrew their attack on Fengzhen, and one jumped up and ran towards Ziyan.

The rest of the warriors fought with Fengzhen.

At this time, the war slaves also reacted and fought with the other warriors who rushed over.

Zhan San went straight to the "former master" who was not far away from him.

The fighting situation was quickly brought under control, because Zhan San held Ziyan, his thick arms held Ziyan's neck, and lifted him up like a chicken.

Compared with his strong figure, the comatose Ziyan was surprisingly frail and thin.

"Bold war slave!"

"Put down Master!"

The warrior, who was only one step behind Zhan San, was startled and angry, and shouted loudly.

In this mansion, the supreme one is the master named Ziyan.

But at this time, the master's life was held in the hands of a war slave.

More and more people gathered around, including the stewards of many courtyards, who came in a hurry without being summoned by the master.

In addition to them, a group of unexpected visitors have been added here.

"Black beetle worm?!"

"Why are the black beetle worms here?! Steward!"

"what happened?"

……

The steward of Dou Nu Yuan's face was ashen and covered in cold sweat.

He responded in a low voice over and over again: "I, I don't know about this either."

In fact, he knew he was in big trouble.

This leading black beetle has been devouring its own kind since a few months ago.

Because it didn't eat much and he had selfishness, he failed to report it to the owner in time.

He once guessed that this worm had mutated, but he didn't expect that this black beetle worm could command many others of its kind, and it ran out at this fatal juncture!

...and even ran here!

What made the stewards of Dou Nu Yuan even more astonishing was that these bugs went straight to the war slaves in the center of the courtyard.

His expression of ecstasy froze on his face, and he saw that these black armored worms actually surrounded the war slaves who committed crimes, completely in a protective gesture.

Feng Zhen and the others held Ziyan hostage, and under the protection of the black beetle worms, they went all the way to the real residence of the owner of the mansion without hindrance.

The road was divided into flowers and willows, and the war slaves saw exquisite scenery that they had never seen in the first half of their lives. After entering the courtyard where Ziyan was lying, they saw even more extravagant scenes that they could not imagine.

For the first time, for the first time, they felt a little dissatisfaction with Ziyan, who was regarded as their master in the past.

The beauty of such meticulous care and repair, such exquisite and unique utensils, are all condensed with the blood and sweat of the slaves.

The so-called master enjoys these good things standing on the piled corpses of the slaves.

But who ever cared about those dead slaves?Those slaves who are toiling?

-

Ziyan woke up in a burst of pain.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the itching in his throat couldn't be stopped, and he couldn't help coughing hastily.

Every tremor caused by coughing made his pain intensify.

He was startled suddenly, only to realize that the surroundings were dark, and there was no familiar cold touch of metal on his face.

He remembered... He was slapped by the daring slave.

Ziyan's face turned pale suddenly, and he didn't know what was going on outside at the moment.

At this moment, his body is like a torn pouch, leaking air all the time.

He knew that this was a sign that his vitality was dying.

A sound of footsteps came from far and near, and under Ziyan's stare, that tall figure appeared in front of him.

Ziyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyeliner was slender and raised, which gave him an inexplicable sense of confusion.

In his field of vision, the slave was holding an oil lamp, and with the other hand he randomly opened the thin curtains and looked towards him.

Thinking that his mask was not on his face, Ziyan frowned, and covered his face with his movable arm.

He heard the other party snort, and then that hateful voice sounded, "Tsk... your face is indeed beautiful."

Ziyan knew that the other party couldn't say anything good, and he was extremely disgusted when others used the word "beautiful" to describe himself.

He endured his disgust and became worried about his situation.

At the same time, various questions circled in his mind.

There is obviously a problem with the cultivation method, how can this war slave be so strong?

The strength of the opponent definitely did not increase because of the exercises, if so, they would not have lived in peace for so many years.

Seeing his eyes rolling around, Feng Zhen didn't bother him, admiring the man's exquisite appearance.

It can really be said to be as beautiful as a crown jade, all over the country and all over the city.

This is the most handsome person that Fengzhen has seen in so many small worlds, bar none.

So beautiful that you ignore the person's gender.

This will also give the person the feeling of a man and a woman.

It's funny to think about it, this person not only uses a mask to cover his face, but also favors those Le Nu who are as beautiful as girls, so he probably hates his own appearance.

Feng Zhen had seen enough, and then smiled lazily under Ziyan's fire-breathing eyes, "Heal your injury first, and I won't kill you for now."

His directness made Ziyan startled slightly,

Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, but in the next moment, he raised his breath again.

Because he heard the daring slave say, "After all, you are of some use."

Ziyan was resentful in his heart, but he could do nothing about the status quo.

If he had known that now, he shouldn't have indulged this slave... Thinking of this, Ziyan's face was extremely ugly.

The stupid look of the slave at the beginning, he pretended to be so lifelike!