I heard that I am cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

The sky darkened, and the Beastmaster Sect returned with a full load.

Qin Shu was lying in the cage, looking helplessly at the strange faces around him, and the panicked weak monsters in the cages beside him, wishing he could stand up and tear down the cage with his bare hands.

"Send this little demon to the suzerain's room."

"The suzerain is really blessed, such a beautiful elf." The person who spoke stretched out his hand to pinch the young man's cheek, and said, "The little face is so tender, you can pinch water, after the suzerain has enjoyed it, shall we You can also...hehehe."

"Don't be naughty, let's go."

Qin Shu couldn't move at all. Hearing such a malicious conversation, his eyes were sore and astringent. This beast-controlling sect didn't seem to be a serious sect at all. No, he had to find a way to escape.

When he was in Fankong Academy, he taught himself a lot of small spells for self-protection and attack, but the premise of all that was that the spirit storage ball was by his side.

Without the spirit storage ball, you can't use your spiritual power, and you can't save yourself. This is an endless loop.

No matter how anxious Qin Shu was, in the end, he was sent to the master's room.

"Good job, today this is just the best." The white-faced, beardless, lean middle-aged man was wearing a fox fur coat, looking at the young man with the malicious and greedy eyes in his heart, "Maybe the original shape is a beautiful little White fox? The human form is so perfect, the fur must be top quality."

"Sovereign, today's harvest is very rich, and the rest will be sent to the dungeon, you..."

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, get out! Don't disturb my wedding night with the little beauty!" the middle-aged man scolded, and the doorman next to him immediately bowed and retreated, and locked the door again.

"Little beauty, don't worry, I'll carry you out right away..." The middle-aged man smiled evilly, opened the cage, and stretched out his hand to the boy.

Qin Shu couldn't avoid it, but felt that his hand was greasy and disgusting. The moment he was touched, he retched uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man immediately withdrew his hand with a gloomy expression, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, you have a pretty good temper!"

He turned around to get a soft whip, slapped the cage hard, and threatened with a sinister smile: "For the sake of your good looks, be honest, and let you suffer less, or—"

"I, no, yes, demon, clan..." Perhaps because he almost threw up just now, Qin Shu finally regained some strength and explained with great difficulty.

"Isn't it a monster?" The middle-aged man snorted slightly, "The monsters are becoming more and more cunning these days. I can tell if it's a monster by smelling it, and they still want to lie to me!"

"I'm really not a monster." Qin Shu forced himself to sit up and looked at him with difficulty, "I'm a student of Fankong Academy, and Xia Ke, the master of Tianzhaomen, is my senior brother..."

"Fankong Academy?" The middle-aged man asked disdainfully, "I've never heard of it! As for the Tianzhaomen you mentioned, it's just a small sect of refining weapons, and the owner of the sect is not named Xia Ke, yet you still want to deceive me?" I!"

Hearing this, Qin Shu was completely stunned: Where is the Beast-Restraining Sect located? The news is so backward?Even the Fankong Academy didn't know about it, and regarded Tianzhaomen, the head of the five great immortal sects, as a small sect!

"You want to procrastinate, don't you? There are more and more flamboyants in your monster race, but it doesn't matter, my suzerain has plenty of time, and a spring night is worth a thousand dollars, little beauty, it seems that you are still a baby, come on, my suzerain tonight Teach you to enjoy the happiest thing in this world."

With a light flick of the soft whip in the middle-aged man's hand, it wrapped around the young man's waist accurately, and with another tug, he was sent to the bed covered with a big red brocade quilt. forward.

Unable to communicate at all, Qin Shu had to find another way, seeing the other party getting closer and about to reach out to take off his clothes, he went to the doctor in a hurry, and simply hit the other party's abdomen with his head.

With a bang, miraculously, the middle-aged man was knocked away by him.

Panting heavily, Qin Shu climbed up, found the right direction, and was about to jump out of the window. Unfortunately, after the opponent was knocked into the air, he immediately stood up, turned into anger, and swung the whip again. Intense and intimidating.

Because the effect of the medicine hadn't completely passed, Qin Shu couldn't dodge in time, and his left arm was hit, and his skin was cut open in an instant!

hiss!It hurts!

Qin Shu was so painful that tears almost fell down, and he was fully aware that blindly avoiding would not solve the problem.

"Oh, I'm hurt, it's really distressing." The middle-aged man sneered pretending to be surprised, seeing the boy standing where he was with nowhere to escape, he pretended to put away the whip again, and coaxed, " If you were more obedient, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

Qin Shu clutched his bleeding arm, and inadvertently flashed in his mind the image of his brother drawing a magic talisman with his bare hands. Although he had no spiritual power, he knew it was absurd, but at this moment, he tried to draw a gourd in the same way, and got a little With his own blood, Ling Kong drew a fixed body talisman.

The middle-aged man stepped forward disapprovingly. He never expected that the next moment, his whole body was nailed in place, unable to move.

Qin Shu opened his mouth in surprise. He was supposed to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but he succeeded?

Could it be that his blood has some special effect?

It's not time to think about this question yet, Qin Shu stepped forward, snatched the whip from the other party's hand, tied him up, sealed his mouth, and... stuffed him under the bed.

It's not that he didn't consider the possibility of killing|killing people, but when the moment he was about to do it, he found that his hands were shaking, so he simply gave up this plan.

After dealing with the Sect Master of the Beast Controlling Sect properly, he moved lightly to the back of the door and eavesdropped on the movement outside.

There are quite a few guards outside the room, and some people are talking in low voices.

"Strange, there was quite a lot of movement in this room just now, why is there no sound now?"

"It must be the suzerain who fainted!"

"I don't know how many days the suzerain will be working on this time. I look at this beautiful child. I don't know if I can last for three days?"

"What kind of child? It's just a monster, an evil animal. No matter how beautiful it is, it's not human..."

From this fragmentary communication, Qin Shu came to a conclusion: it is safe for him to stay in this room for a short time.

If he can pretend to be the master of the Beast Controlling Sect, he can go to the dungeon to rescue Xiaoju in an open and honest manner!

But how to disguise it perfectly?

Qin Shu fell into deep thought. A simple make-up disguise would definitely not work. There was a gap in height, shape, and appearance between him and the middle-aged man, unless——

Yi Rongdan?

He started the meeting whimsically, and began to look for props that could be used in the room.

The living room of the master of the Beast Master Sect is full of treasures, but unfortunately, there are almost none he can use.

Suddenly, Qin Shu's eyes lit up, and he found a box of materials for refining weapons and a pile of high-grade spirit stones.

Maybe, he can try the refining tool?

When he was learning how to forge weapons with his senior brother, Qin Shu put his heart into it. Unfortunately, his luck was not very good. After throwing away a lot of precious materials, he was often used up by him.

Moreover, since the spirit storage ball was not by his side, he was even more unsure at the moment.

There was a dull pain in his left arm. For some reason, the blood hadn't stopped. Qin Shu frowned, and just about to bandage himself, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: It doesn't matter if he doesn't have spiritual power, he has ready-made blood to replace it, maybe... yes Chance?

With an attitude of giving it a try, Qin Shu quickly conceived the magic weapon he wanted to refine, then silently recited the formula that his senior brother taught him, found a relatively remote corner, and started refining the weapon.

The first time, it failed, and a third of the material in the box was wasted.

Qin Shu felt a little distressed, and continued to work hard.

After another hour, it was already dead of night outside, his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and his breath gradually became unstable. Under such a harsh environment, Qin Shu didn't dare to hold any hope.

But unexpectedly, this time he succeeded.

A pure black, seemingly inconspicuous... pen?

Qin Shu wasn't sure if it was a brush, because it looked different from the brushes he was used to. It was much shorter and thicker, and it was a bit heavy to hold in his hand. The jet-black smooth surface had a faint dark green streamer. flashed.

What grade pen is this?

Qin Shu touched it carefully for a while, and gave up exploring these unimportant details.

The purpose of his refining is just to refine a magic weapon that can successfully disguise himself as someone else. As for how to use this money?

The young man tiptoed to the mirror, and the appearance of the master of the beast control sect emerged in his mind. Miraculously, the thick and short black pen moved by itself, and after a while, the appearance of the person in the mirror changed.

Wow!

Qin Shu's eyes widened in shock, realizing that using someone else's face as an expression was a bit inconsistent.

He quickly put the black pen into his arms, put on the other party's fox-fur cloak, and after a while, went out.

It was the deepest time of the night, and the guards outside were drowsy. When they saw the Sovereign coming out, they cheered up and greeted them in unison.

Qin Shu straightened his back and looked like he didn't care about people. He walked outside. After taking two steps, he was suddenly stunned: he didn't know the way, and he didn't know where the dungeon was.

After a moment of hesitation, he casually recruited a guard and ordered, "Take me to the dungeon."

The guard was full of doubts, what kind of wind did the suzerain leave the little beauty to sleep, and suddenly ran to the dungeon?However, when he thought of the suzerain's usual style of saying one thing, he didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded quickly: "Yes!"

In the dungeon of the Beastmaster Sect, all the prisoners are captured monsters.

Qin Shu followed the guards, and after stepping into the dungeon, he couldn't help frowning. There was a strong smell of blood in the air, which was very unpleasant. The little demons who had revealed their original forms were listless, waiting to die passively. Moving forward, there were piles of stripped fur and... bloody "garbage heaps".

"Sovereign, be careful where you step." The guard reminded with a flattering smile.

The more Qin Shu walked in, the heavier his heart became, and he felt a surge of energy and blood.

This Beastmaster Sect is simply too disgusting.