Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The ancestors have owned and sold the original people for a long time. In order to show less absolute tyranny, the original person has the right to demand freedom. As long as he can prove that he has the same value as the ancestors, it needs to go through a process that is too harsh to achieve. challenge.

Lang Yan's idea for this challenge was to look straight at Ling Xuefeng, "I want to redeem myself."

Ling Xuefeng didn't like his eyes very much. These eyes were too similar to those of his ancestors. There should be a clear distinction between the original people and the ancestors. Lang Yan's eyes were simply an offense to the ancestors.

Lin Qi took a step forward, stood next to Lang Yan without hesitation, pushed him behind with one hand to protect him, and said to Ling Xuefeng: "Ling Xuefeng, don't bully others too much, this person is mine, the eagles have been silent for too long For a long time, I will not hesitate to start a war for this."

"This person is mine", what a pleasant word, Lang Yan's heartbeat and breathing instantly swelled, and he was so happy that he floated up in such words, as if he had grown wings and was about to fly into the sky.

Ling Xuefeng was also slightly startled when he heard the words. He glanced at Lang Yan and admitted that Lang Yan was indeed outstanding, but no matter how outstanding he was, he was just a primitive person. For this primitive person, would Lynch not hesitate to start a war with him?

The surface balance has been maintained for decades, just for this?Lynch couldn't bear it anymore?

Ling Xuefeng looked at Lynch with unbelievable eyes, and the words on his lips rolled down several times, but he swallowed them down, "Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of worsening our relationship, I have been seeking cooperation with you, this...for the time being It's a little gift from me."

Lynch frowned, "A gift?"

The teacup in Ling Xuefeng's hand was already empty, so he raised his hand and waved it. A servant hiding in the dark came over with a kettle, and green liquid flowed out from the round mouth of the jug. Ling Xuefeng took another sip, then raised his face and said calmly: "I will give you this original person as the beginning of our reconciliation."

Not only did Lynch not appreciate it, but he sneered and said, "He was originally mine."

"Legally, he belongs to me."

Lynch's face turned cold, and he looked at Ling Xuefeng angrily.

Ling Xuefeng smiled, feeling very sorry for Lynch's anger at this moment. He has been fighting with King Lynch for so many years, and he still has an attitude of appreciation for Lynch. Lynch is close to the perfect ancestor in his heart, because For this perfection, Ling Xuefeng has been secretly letting him go, refusing to kill him.

The immaculate perfection of the statue was ruined by a blinding red.

And this dazzling red is likely to come from a lowly original person.

The 'lowly original man' walked into Ling Xuefeng's sight and completely covered Lin Qi. Only then did Ling Xuefeng notice that Lang Yan's body was very tall, "Mr. Ling, I don't need you to give me freedom. I will take it back with my own hands."

Ling Xuefeng took another sip of the green liquid in the cup. This is a liquid that can restrain desire. The cold taste allows Ling Xuefeng to maintain his demeanor. He smiled and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Lang Yan said lightly.

Ling Xuefeng drank the liquid in the cup in one breath, and said cheerfully: "In this case, I can only give you my blessing."

Now Lang Yan's deed of selling himself is still in Ling Xuefeng's hands, Ling Xuefeng refuses to let him go, Lin Qi simply stays, Ling Xuefeng specially asks someone to tidy up a small building for this, and Lin Qi insists on living with Lang Yan.

Ling Xuefeng's expression at that time was sullen with a bit of indifference, and he explained gently that Dao Langyan lived on Yuanren's side, which was not suitable for Lynch to live in.

"I will never understand your prejudice against the ancestors and the original people." Lin Qi frowned and said, he stood in front of Lang Yan, his shoulders and Lang Yan's chest were almost pressed together, and he made no secret of the relationship between him and Lang Yan. Yan's closeness.

Ling Xuefeng said: "Admitting differences is not prejudice."

"Discrimination is prejudice."

"I can't let them roam the yard."

"Then let them go."

"My people, why should I let go?"

The two argued, Lynch had nothing to say, and took Lang Yan's hand, "Let's go."

Lang Yan followed me docilely, without saying a word, like a silent vixen, walked to the door and looked back at Ling Xuefeng slyly, his dumb yellow eyes were full of jokes, as if he had seen through Ling Xuefeng.

Ling Xuefeng squinted his eyes, his white eyes and black pupils were obviously murderous.

Lin Qi held Lang Yan's hand, and not far away, his angry face was gone. When he and Lang Yan were alone together, it seemed as if he had escaped from this world, and asked curiously, "What are you going to do? Are you planning to rush in and hit Ling Xuefeng in the face? "

"No," Lang Yan shook his hand back, leisurely, "rebel against him and make him ashamed."

Lynch really wanted to hug him, and he didn't shy away from it. He really hugged him. The servants in the castle-like buildings were hidden in deep corners. Even if someone saw Lynch, it didn't matter. Ruowu see through the relationship between him and Lang Yan.

Two slender arms wrapped around his waist forcefully, and Lang Yan hugged him back peacefully. Lynch sniffed lightly on his shoulders, and preemptively said: "You good smell."

Lang Yan turned his head and sniffed himself, but he didn't smell any scent. He sniffed a few more times and felt that the smell on his body was very ordinary, just a faint smell of sweat. Lynch's expression looked very satisfied and intoxicated, Lang Yan thought to himself: He loves me so he thinks I am fragrant.

Since Lynch entered this world, Lang Yan felt that Lynch loved him more and more. Just from Lynch willing to look for him, he knew that his position in Lynch's heart was different, not a dispensable The task object, Lynch is special to him.

With the foundation of trust, the understanding of feelings is of course different. He no longer has to wonder whether Lynch's overtures to him are due to the needs of the mission, and he can finally enjoy this simple hug without any suspicion.

Lang Yan's gentle expression froze suddenly, then relaxed for a moment, turned his head and kissed Lynch tenderly on the cheek, Lynch raised his head and blinked his eyes to look at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, with an unsuspecting appearance, like The beast bared its white belly for scratching.

Ling Xuefeng had never seen Lynch's expression like this before, and he was still in front of a lowly original person.

The blood in Ling Xuefeng's body seemed to be frozen at first, and then poured into the frying pan. He was disappointed and angry in the ice and fire. His mood was comparable to that of a man who finds out that the pure goddess in his heart has fallen in love with a lowly and dirty beggar. Taking a deep breath, his eyes turned red at the unsightly picture in front of him.

Lynch is such a good ancestor, he is equal to him, he has not understood his painstaking efforts to oppose him for many years, he has not tolerated it, he has treated him with the utmost benevolence, why is he so ignorant of good and bad, and willing to degenerate ?

Lang Yan hugged Lin Qi and turned around quietly for half a circle, completely blocking Ling Xuefeng's sight, and rubbed the short hair on the top of Lin Qi's head, "Let's go, let's show you the other original people here."

Lynch didn't expect Ling Xuefeng to 'collect' so many original people, all kinds of them.

The original people were all in a good state of mind, scattered in the huge garden, each doing their own thing, turning a blind eye to the arrival of Lynch and Lang Yan.

A handsome man came up and bowed to Lynch, raised his hand gracefully and said, "Your noble demeanor is really touching." Then with a 'bang', a delicate rose appeared on his hand Placed before Lynch's eyes.

Lynch was almost not embarrassed, and glanced at Lang Yan, Lang Yan just smiled, Lynch reached out to pick up the rose, and just touched the petals with his fingers, the rose immediately melted into quicksand and fell to the ground at Lynch's feet A circle of small flowers bloomed, and Lynch was speechless.

"This is a magician," Lang Yan had figured out everyone's situation, "the top one."

"Haha, not necessarily," the magician snapped his fingers, and the little flower at Lynch's feet disappeared without a trace. "No one can call himself the top, no one." He turned around and praised himself hat, with a rose lying quietly on top of his head.

Lin Qi said to Lang Yan: "Who are these people?"

"What do you think?" Lang Yan took Lynch's hand and entered the main building to go upstairs. Standing on the top terrace and looking down, Lynch realized that what he saw just now was just the tip of the iceberg.

Starting from the circular garden just now, like half of a spider's claw, a maze-like garden spread out, full of original people, drawing, running, punching, and even diving in the artificial swimming pool .

Lynch was startled by this picture and felt weird at the same time, "What is Ling Xuefeng doing?"

"It's similar to what you do. You are looking for mixed blood everywhere. He collects primitive people with development potential in various fields and domesticates them here." Lang Yan said.

Lynch was still puzzled, "Why? Doesn't Ling Xuefeng have a great dislike for Yuanren?"

Lang Yan looked at the thriving and bustling garden, "Ling Xuefeng is afraid that there will be primitive people who are stronger than the ancestors, and then the so-called order he advocated will no longer exist. Like a bird in a cage, you never know how high you can fly, in order to maintain the image of your ancestors as superior.”

"Pervert..." Apart from these two words, Lynch really didn't know what words to use to describe Ling Xuefeng.

How can there be such crazy people who deprive so many people of their freedom just to 'maintain order'?It's just unbelievable.

The happy scene under the terrace also made people feel uncomfortable. Lynch frowned, his palms slowly curled up, his throat was itchy, and he really wanted to shout to shatter this false peace.

Lang Yan's palm covered the back of Lynch's hand, and the temperature of the skin made Lynch recover from his unstable state of mind. Lang Yan was looking at him tenderly, "Does it look like it?"

"Like what?" Lynch asked in a daze.

"You once said that you are a synthetic human. In your world, a synthetic human is an existence lower than a natural person." Lang Yan circled his hand and slowly put it under his lips, "Do you want to try it?"