[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Fengzhen was extremely busy for several days.

With the change of rights, he needs to worry too much.

To his surprise, the slaves who were brainwashed were not the most loyal to the sick beauty Ziyan lying in the courtyard of his residence.

The slaves accepted the new master without much struggle.

It is the samurai who always stand firm.

They were furious, like bombs about to be ignited, ready to sacrifice themselves for Ziyan at any time.

By doing so, they not only kept their master Ziyan, but in a sense, it also played a certain deterrent effect on keeping the status of the master of Fengzhen.

Some people with crooked minds should think carefully when they make small moves. If they want to disregard Ziyan's safety and cause trouble for the town, they must be careful of these warriors who are fighting for their lives.

Next, the first thing Fengzhen has to do is sort out the people and things in this mansion.

In order to finish it in the shortest possible time, most of the things are temporarily kept as they are, and not much has been changed.

After sorting it out, he met the slaves of the other three domains, and he paid special attention to the leader of the war slaves.

On the surface, they seem to be more than respectful, and they don't seem to care that their new master is a slave of the same origin as them.

Feng Zhen used his internal strength to walk around the bodies of the other leaders, and found that they had already shown signs of internal deficiency and premature aging.

It should be related to the deliberate extraction of their energy all year round.

They were all sucked by that Ziyan and almost withered, not to mention using the essence to improve the body's combat power.

He directly ordered to disperse the other slaves, and put them all into Zhan San's team, whether they were fighting slaves, animal slaves, or music slaves.

For the convenience of management, he adopted a team of ten people and a regiment of a hundred people. Every war slave under the original Zhansan was a regiment leader, responsible for supervising and training the members of his regiment.

Afterwards, after sealing off the town, he ordered Zhan Sanhe, head of the regiment, to obey his arrangement and be responsible for supervising the movement of the mansion.

He ordered to kill a batch of those who disobeyed the control, and the rest were much more honest.

It was also at this time that a war slave came to report.

When Feng Zhen saw him, he suddenly remembered that this was the person he arranged to take care of Ziyan.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, that man... seems to be dying."

The war slave said anxiously.

The first task the master entrusted to him was to ask him to take care of the "former master".

But he obviously took care of it with great care, and the "former master" was getting weaker day by day.

Feng Zhen pondered for a while, then walked towards the hut where Ziyan was imprisoned.

It wasn't until he saw the almost silent man lying on the bed that Feng Zhen was convinced that what the war slave said was right.

Anyone who came over to take a look would have the first impression: this person is dying.

Feng Zhen frowned.

He had seen his injury that day, it was just a broken bone in his shoulder, it would heal after a few days, and it would not be to the point of dying.

He looked at the dying man on the bed, his eyes lingering on his pale face.

Can't help thinking in my heart, this person is too delicate.

He reached for Ziyan's wrist with his fingers, calling out a trace of internal force and sending it into the opponent's body.

Then he was surprised to find that the trace of internal force was absorbed as soon as it entered the opponent's body.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Feng Zhen felt that Ziyan's complexion was ruddy and not so ugly.

After thinking about it, Fengzhen sent in another trace, which was three times as much as before.

Three times in a row, Ziyan's face turned ruddy visible to the naked eye.

Could it be that he caught a goblin who sucks "popularity" to live?

Feng Zhen found it funny.

But it's not good to let this person fend for himself at this time, he still needs a sober "hostage" to clear his mind.

So, starting from this day, Fengzhen took the time to come here to infuse Ziyan with internal strength several times a day.

Within a few days, Ziyan woke up.

Feng Zhen raised the corners of his lips at him, and held his weak and slender wrist with just enough strength to make him feel unbearable pain without breaking a bone.

"Cough cough... it hurts! Cough... you shameless slave! Cough cough..."

Feng Zhen exerted more force, and Zi Yan felt that his wrist was about to crack. He had never suffered this kind of pain before, so he couldn't help crying out in pain, from coughing and cursing to coughing and begging, it only took a minute.

Seeing the tears streaming down this man's face, Feng Zhen was a little speechless, he had never met such a delicate man.

"Please...cough...cough...let go, it hurts!"

Feng Zhen let go of his hand, he didn't bother to use force against such a useless piece of wood.

"Know what you are now?"

After seeing a big man crying and coughing in embarrassment for a while, Feng Zhen said slowly.

The eyes of the two met, and the corner of Feng Zhen's lips parted a little more.

"You are now a prisoner."

Seeing that the other party's expression had not changed, he continued slowly: "A hostage or a slave."

He puts a lot of emphasis on the last two words.

Sure enough, seeing the other party's complexion changed drastically.

Ziyan's face changed, and he kept thinking about what to do to turn defeat into victory.

It's a pity that his long-term comfortable and luxurious life has made his world extremely simple.

All these years, as long as he lives according to the rules set by his predecessors, he will be safe and sound. He has never been worried about anything...

But now he is going to die of worry!

he should...

"Xing slave, hurry up and call me master."

Zi Yanzu froze.

"You... what did you call me?"

"Star slave."

Feng Zhen smiled slightly, "Master, I will give you a name, do you like it?"

Zi Yanzi's face was flushed, his teeth were clenched, he closed his eyes heavily, and protested with silence.

"It's not that I can change your name..." Feng Zhen pretended to ponder.

"It just depends on whether you cooperate or not."

Ziyan opened his eyes, and what caught his sight was this man's naughty smiling face.

A shortness of breath.

Feng Zhen took out some information from Zi Yan's mouth.

One is about this mansion.

This is what Ziyan inherited from his predecessors.The various systems and rules inside are perfect, slaves, stewards, warriors, and some workshops are all available, which can fully satisfy his comfortable life alone.

As for, when Feng Zhen asked who the so-called predecessor was, he kept silent.

The second is about outside the government.

The mist outside the mansion is what the world should look like, and the owners of these mansions seem like outsiders.

The condition of living here is to consume one's own vitality every moment.

In order to maintain their lives, they must have energy, endless energy.

And this kind of spirit, they can't get it personally, they can only rely on slaves.

Others, such as why they lived here, where they came from, etc., Ziyan either didn't want to say it or couldn't explain it clearly.

Fengzhen consolidated the power of the entire mansion, and then assigned different war slaves to go out.

He followed him out once, and after breaking through again, the pulling feeling deep in his blood became even stronger.

He didn't look for it immediately, but brought the monster "leaders" he created back to the mansion.

Since then, the government has been divided into three categories.

One is Zhan San's confidants.

One is non-human battle pets, including black beetle worms and fog monsters.

The third category is other stewards, warriors, and slaves.

Promotion and life resource inclination, of course, the first category is the first choice, followed by the second category, and the third category is the last.

Zhan San and others still have the opportunity to choose their favorite battle pet.

Most of them chose fog monsters, and a few chose black beetle worms.

With the support of the battle pet, Zhan San and the others broke through one after another.

In the mansion, those who didn't care about production skills and didn't obey the dispatch were all sent to the outer courtyard to plant crops.

They are allowed to make their own decisions in closing the town, but everyone needs to pay a certain amount of food.

Some female music slaves also happily went.

Practicing and playing day after day is not as good as farming for them.

After the mansion was basically settled down, Feng Zhen ordered Ziyan to stand up and write an invitation card with his own hand to invite a familiar guest to come over.

They rely on special paper to pass messages between them.

After writing, burn it, and the other side will receive a message—the ink-like characters emerge out of thin air, and disappear after staying for a short time.

It is not known who wrote this one.

Ziyan only cared about enjoying himself, and never asked where he came from, so he had a big heart.

Soon, Ziyan received a reply.

A row of big ink characters appeared out of thin air: "Brother Ziyan invites you, why don't you come."

On that day, the mansion that had been silent for a long time became noisy again.

Those responsible for the security of the main courtyard are all Fengzhen's confidantes.

Ziyan was forced to dress up anew, with a brand new mask attached to his face, and sit on the chief seat, only waiting for the carefully selected guest to come.

This well-prepared Hongmen Banquet did not miss.

The guest who came here was named Mr. Jingwei, and he was one of the less powerful masters of the mansion.

Feng Zhen didn't pay attention to his crude martial arts at all, and restrained him with a few moves.

Ziyan, who watched the whole process from the side, had mixed feelings, and finally looked away under Jingwei's angry and condemning glaring.

The two unlucky ones were locked together.

After being strictly searched, Jingwei's exquisite sapphire blue robe became crumpled, and he couldn't manage it neatly, and said to Ziyan sarcastically: "Brother Ziyan really thinks about me in everything, so aggrieved Being locked up in a cage like a slave like a slave should invite me to have a taste of it, really my good brother.”

Ziyan looked away, moved his thin lips, and said, "Ahem...this is not a cage..."

Jingwei didn't bother to argue with him, and asked him how he fell into the slave's hands.

"I remember that man, but he was just a slave to the Israelites. How could he acquire such a high level of martial arts?"

Ziyan didn't know, so he remained silent.

Jing Wei turned around anxiously, wanted to grab Zi Yan's collar and give him a hard punch, but remembered his dilapidated body, and stopped the fire.

Within a few days, the fire he held back stimulated him to produce a few bright red and shiny red bumps.

After Ziyan was called out, he suddenly thought of something and became less anxious.

Sitting in the dark cabin, he waited for the time to pass.

He didn't unlock it from the sluggish state until the door "squeaked" and was opened from the outside.

"Hey! It's you? Miss Luan..."

There are more and more people in the small black room, at the beginning, Jingwei was a little happy to have someone as a company.

But when the number of people here began to exceed half of the number of owners of their mansion, Jingwei couldn't sit still.

What the hell is that man doing?

It's a pity that Ziyan is no longer here... I want to inquire, but I have nowhere to inquire...