Dragon, dragon, keep your eyes open

Chachar watched his arms being entwined by the ghost's translucent arms, and he felt something cool and faint on his back, binding him tightly.

The ghost's neck slowly elongated, and its head gradually appeared within Chachar's sight range, and finally faced him face to face: "Do you dare to run again?"

Chachar shook his head in horror at his twisted long neck.

The ghost tapped Zachal's soft little guy with his stick, and snorted: "I'm talking about breaking this leg..."

"Woo..." Chachar really cried this time.

"Okay." The ghost returned to normal in an instant: "Let's stop here for today's inspection, and go and put on the servant outfit hanging on the wall."

Chachar wiped his tears and walked over to take down the clothes, only to find that it was not clothes at all, it was just a piece of cloth!

"How can this thing be worn! How can it work in this!" Chachar ripped off the clothes and showed them to the ghosts. It was not so much clothes as an apron. After wearing them, they could only cover the important parts. His back His back is completely exposed to the air.

The ghost raised his eyebrows and showed an evil smile: "To be a slave, you must have the consciousness of being a slave. Do you think you have the right to resist, huh?"

Chachar was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to make a final struggle, but after seeing the ghost's malicious face, he had no choice but to bear the humiliation and put on the fig leaf.

"Well, it looks much more comfortable this way." The ghost left this sentence and walked away.

Chachar hugged himself tightly with his arms, curled up and squatted on the ground, as if this would make him look more reserved.

Three skeletons swayed past the room "clack clatter", and even left behind a string of words: "Ka, this way... Kaka, look, get up, Kaka...comfortable, Kaka, more... ...Kaka..."

Chachar burst into tears, even the skeletons were laughing at him!

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After being asked for a physical examination last time, Chachar was forced to wear a small fig leaf to work in the castle. Fortunately, there are only a group of mentally retarded skeletons here except Rich, otherwise Chachar would die of embarrassment.

The castle is located deep in the forest, so it doesn't breed much dust, and cleaning is done every day, almost keeping it spotless.Chachar doesn't feel tired about this. What is really tiring is the three meals a day.The food in the castle is quite scarce, except for the beasts caught in the forest, there are very few vegetables and fruits, but Ricky has a lot of demands.

"Chachar, is this the food you made?" Rich said pickily, throwing the Mithril tableware in his hand on the plate in disgust, and then wiped his mouth with a snow-white veil.

He was already very attentive, Chachar had been beaten by the ghost recently and lost his temper, and he didn't bother to defend himself.

Ghost raised his eyebrows, and looked straight at Chachar with sharp phoenix eyes: "Why don't you talk? What's your attitude?"

Chachar curled his lips, the more he contradicted the ghost, the more severely he would be humiliated. He had wisely summed up his experience so that he would not give the ghost a chance to humiliate himself.

But tonight's ghost didn't leave with just a few words of sarcasm like before. He leaned lazily on the chair, crossed his fingers between his fingers, put his arms on the armrests, and meditated.Seeing him like this, Chachar didn't dare to show his anger, and tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

After a long time, the ghost's voice sounded again: "Chachar, you are so stupid!"

Chachar stared angrily at the floor with his head down, and the ghost called him stupid again!

"Master kindly wastes time here waiting for your explanation, but what about you?" The ghost stood up, picked up the candlestick on the table, the candlelight flickered, and called Rich's pale face gloomy, he said: "You Standing beside me stupidly in a daze, showing no respect to my master at all, do you think you can get away with being punished by pretending to be stupid?"

Chachar raised his head in astonishment. It turns out that the ghost has been sitting here waiting for his explanation and apology?

"You only know now?" The ghost moved the candlestick in front of Chachar and said, "It's too late..."

Chachar was terrified. He had experienced all kinds of punishments from ghosts in the past few days, and he guaranteed that every time he would be impressive. He suddenly felt so cold that his body got goosebumps.He bent down even lower: "Lord, master... I know I was wrong, please don't punish me..."

"If you don't punish you, you won't have a long memory." Specter calmly rejected his pleading.

"Please give me another chance to correct myself, okay?" Chachar said earnestly with his face up.

The ghost shook his head: "Tsk tsk, you need to grasp the opportunity yourself, but your stupidity let the opportunity slip away." His tone was full of regret: "Go back tonight, you should do a good self-examination."

Chachar lost face, knowing that he could not escape punishment.After getting this result, he began to worry about what method the ghost would use to punish him later. It must not be in a super embarrassing way. He would rather suffer a little flesh and blood than be humiliated.

The ghost's light voice sounded above Chachar's head: "Are you ready? Always a slave to crime."

"Yes, yes, master. I'm ready." Chachar closed his eyes, his long and slightly curly eyelashes trembling.

"Then let's start." After the ghost finished speaking, he scolded again: "Open your eyes! You must remember this lesson!"

Chachar let out a soft "woo" and opened his eyes in fear.

He saw the ghost's wrist holding the candlestick tilted, the wax water around the wick trembled into a chaotic blood-red bead, bright red like a crystal ruby, and then... fell straight on Chachar's shoulder superior.

The scorching pain spread from the skin to the brain. In fact, this kind of pain is not a big deal to the Dragon Clan. However, in this harsh atmosphere, Chachar was so nervous that he whimpered in pain. , no, it was more like a moan than a whimper.

Then another drop, and another drop...

On the shoulders, on the chest, on the back, on the legs...

The red wax dripped on his white skin, and thorn roses bloomed one after another, looking alluring and seductive.

"Master..." Chachar sobbed, his body kneeling on the ground trembled, looking extremely pitiful, he felt that this kind of punishment was too painful, Ghost is really a big villain!

The ghost actually stopped, and he said helplessly: "Well, you weak slave, you can't bear this punishment, so I have to forgive you for the sake of death."

"Thank you for your generosity and tolerance..." Chachar's whole body was in pain and itching, and he wanted to scratch with both hands, but no, the ghost was still there, and if he dared to do it, he would definitely be punished again.

The ghost also seemed to know his difficulty, he put down the candlestick in his hand, and helped Chachar up with pity: "Oh, look at this poor little one, it really hurts my heart, you go to rest, I promise you that you won't leave tomorrow. make breakfast."

When Chachar heard that the punishment was over and he could sleep in, he was overwhelmed with gratitude, and felt that the ghost at this moment was really good.