canine tooth difference

Kuroba is a slave.

Quan Fang never thought of buying Hei Yu.

That day, he went to the bar at the end of the street for two drinks as usual after finishing his work.With two glasses of fire horse wine, you can sleep until dawn without a single gold coin.At dawn, continue to work, and then go to the bar at the end of the street after finishing work.

Every day, every day.

This year is the third year, and Canine Ya bought a slave in the third year, two months and 27 days of his sentence.

Hei Yu was dragged up by a collar tied around his neck, and his hands and feet were shackled.There is a stage in the middle of the bar, some steel pipes, and a lot of whips.There are strippers writhing on it most of the time, and the occasional slave fight or two.

Quan Fang thought it was the same today, but only Hei Yu came up.

His hair was long and covered his eyes.Naked and bruised.He wasn't even given a veil for his lower body, so it was so naked for people to see at a glance.

The collar's chain was attached to one of the poles, and just as Dogfang wondered what they were going to have the poor slave wrestle with, five men came up.

The four burly men, like the canine teeth, looked like criminals exiled here.The fifth man was dressed fairly decently, wearing glasses. He raised his hand to calm everyone down, pushed the frame of the glasses, and showed a cramped and wretched smile.

"Ten gold coins to start." He snapped his fingers.

Canine Fang took his gaze back.

Slave slaughter, he had seen it once in the last month.

Generally, criminals who try to escape or lose the ability to work will be reduced to slaves by the managers. Of course, there are also those who are directly captured from the outside for the entertainment of the people here.

In this isolated place, there are no superfluous pastimes.There is no communication with the outside world, and people's spirits are extremely depressed.Although they are exiles, in order to maintain order, they need to be given some bloody things.

Whether it is a prostitute or a gladiator, it is something that can consume energy and get pleasure.

And the same goes for slave slaughter.

Butchered last month was a woman whose hole was opened many times before her death, ending up at the hands of a man who wanted to see her disembowelled.The man spent three hundred gold coins, which was a year's wages for criminals like them.It is conceivable that he has a different kind of love for this kind of activity.

I remember that he cut open the lower abdomen with a knife, and the intestines fell to the ground.

Dogtooth didn't like this scene, he was a soldier before he was a criminal, before he was exiled here.In fact, he didn't volunteer to serve as a soldier. At that time, the country he was in was disintegrated, and no matter where he went, he would be taken away by one of them to make up for it.

He remembered that he was going to the market to buy something, and a car passed by with a bang, and a few guys in uniforms got out of the car, pulling everyone they saw.At that time, Cang Ya was not called Cang Ya, he was just an ordinary good man, holding some oranges in his hand, his arm was pulled violently, and the oranges were scattered everywhere.

One of the men in uniform asked his name, and he was too nervous to say it.So the man grinned and pinched his trembling cheek to force him to calm down.

Canine Fang felt pain in his cheeks, and opened his mouth involuntarily.

The person in uniform probably saw that his canine teeth were sharper, so he said casually - if he can't speak, then you are called canine teeth.

From then on he was called Dogtooth.

So Canine Tooth was taken away, along with the owner of the fruit shop.

It took nine years to fight all kinds of battles, and they participated in dozens of battlefields, large and small, but so far there are only two or three battles that can be named, and the others are all lost in the yellow sand and gunpowder smoke.

They also escaped on the way, but they couldn't run very far, and were captured again or were captured by other troops.

At that time, the owner of the orange shop was only in his early twenties, and one of the things he often said was - I was born too young.

But before he got old, he was shot to death a year before the end of the war, right in front of Canine Fang.There was a burst of blood on the forehead, and the plasma splashed on Canine Fang's face.

Canine Fang tried to scream, but no sound came out of his throat.He wanted to run away, but it was too cold for him to walk.So he just stood in that small forest, letting the first snow cover his body with a thin layer.

He tried his best to wrap the owner of the orange shop with dead branches and leaves, and stayed in the snow for a day and a night.He thought someone would come to sweep it, but it didn't.

That cold gun was like the owner of the orange shop's own gun had gone off. Just one shot, it only ended in his life.

The next day, Quan Fang buried the owner of the orange shop. He said it was buried, but in fact he just found more dead branches and leaves to cover it.He had no time to linger, and it was impossible to give a decent funeral in those days.

After the cover was tightened, Quan Fang left the forest without looking back.

Later, when he thought about it, he always felt that what he buried was not only the body of the owner of the orange shop, but also other things, which disappeared with that cold shot.

The war ended in the spring of the second year after the owner of the orange shop died, but nine years had worn away the canine past.When Quan Ya returned to his hometown, there was no one there.

But then again, there was no one in his house.He was an orphan who lived with a dog he picked up after running away from the shelter when he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I picked up another cat.

Now a cat and a dog have long since disappeared, and the small house that sheltered him from the wind and rain many years ago has also become a ruin.Surrounded by a group of people wearing steel helmets, they surrounded the ruins and pulled horizontal bars, on which some projects were written.

But Cang Ya couldn't remember, the only impression left on him was that the place no longer belonged to him.

He smoked a cigarette next to the ruins, and then he never came back, just like saying goodbye to the small forest.

The war is over, but his most glorious nine years of youth were spent in the war.He didn't read much, and he missed the age of reading.

He didn't learn to write beautiful handwriting, but he learned to quickly pull and reload his gun.He has no experience in business, but he knows when to ignite grenades and bombs.He doesn't know how to live in peace with others in peaceful times, but he knows when to use fists and when to kick.

So he went to the border.He heard from his surviving comrades-in-arms that capable people were being recruited there.

He became a mercenary.

In fact, life is no different from the past, except that he no longer cannot see the enemy clearly in the hail of bullets, and when others shoot, they shoot.He can see the target clearly, and there will even be a file for him to memorize over and over again before he performs the task.

He also no longer waited on the front line to call out, waiting for the people behind to shout at him to charge or retreat.He is equipped with a headset and a microphone, so he can talk to the person next to him at any time, and he can also hear the content of the task change for the first time.

Technology is developing so fast that he doesn't know it at all.The battlefield in the past and the battlefield in the present seem to be separated by several ages, but he still kills people, and he is also wary of being killed.

He was 30 years old that year, and his real name was already unfamiliar, fading into an ethereal symbol, which sounded like he was calling someone else.

That's why he's still called Houndstooth.

Veterans are valued by the mercenary group, and he has performed several missions with good rewards.He thought that if he could work like this until he couldn't walk, at least he would have to cripple one leg or break one arm, then he would be able to retire from the army with peace of mind and go home to take care of himself.

He had already figured out that he would buy a wooden house in the remote countryside.He will raise a few old cows and horses, and plant a few fruit trees.Being a farmer should be a good thing. Drinking wine every day to watch the sunset, and occasionally go to the bar to brag about it. It’s almost enough. If you live this way, you should basically wait for your death.

He'd probably keep a dog or a cat, too, because when he died of old age in his room, his pets would eat his body.Always make the best use of things, so that he doesn't feel that he has treated them badly.

But God seemed to be playing tricks on him on purpose. It had only been more than two years like this, and he was only 32, so he was caught.

At that time, he murdered a bearded man, and he didn't remember the big boss of the consortium.There were two other people who went with him, one was shot directly, and the other was arrested like him.But it is estimated that the man resisted more fiercely, and broke a leg during the fight.

The merchant, like him, wants to extract surplus value.So there was no plan to kill them at all, and they were sold to this group whose canine teeth could not be named.

Mingmian's file said that they would be imprisoned for five years, but in fact it was just a coolie for them to work here for five years.This group probably has been recruiting people like them for a while, knowing that they are difficult to manage, but they can still do some work.It won't work if you're sleepy for a long time, but it's still profitable to be stuck for three to five years.What's more, they don't recognize the Lord, only money.

Quan Fang guessed that he would be given another task five years later, but he would probably change his employer by then.

Canine Tooth is lucky, and has been here for more than three years.In fact, for him, the work he does every day is not too heavy, and there are rewards, so it is not a bad idea to try to be quiet.

But his colleague with a broken leg was not so lucky. He couldn't do heavy work and was soon called to the "pure land" in the backyard.

That night, Canine Fang heard a gunshot faintly in his dream, and he never saw that colleague again.

He thought he would live like this, after all, those who came here were either death row prisoners or mercenaries, and some real slaves.He has no intersection with them, and there is no need for an intersection.After more than a year, after five years in prison, he will come out as a hero again.

So when he saw Kuroba, he didn't know why he did it.

He heard the sound of the man named Black Feather pulling the chain, the sound of him being pressed onto the table, the sound of the belt being undone, and the sound of gold coins colliding. For some reason, those sounds were superimposed, as if they were the same as those in his memory. A certain segment that shouldn't wake up overlaps.

They disturbed his reason like a tornado, and after he took a few sips of wine, he walked to the front of the stage, took off a whole bag of gold coins from his waist and threw it on his head.

He said, I bought it, is the money enough?