Fast Transmigration Soul Stitching

Chapter 46

Shen Molu's focus was on the eight-pack abs. Only now did he realize that the worn-out clothes of the slaves were too shabby. If he saw them, forget it. Others...

"Do you know what's going on in Wangcheng now?" Shen Molu turned his head away, not thinking about this topic for now, even if he gave him a set of clothes, it wouldn't be the same style as here.

"I only stayed for three months." Xian said: "Every day is labor. Some time ago, I was selected to the team of the Colosseum. I heard from them that if I can win, I can get rid of the status of slave and become the guard of the bishop. If some ordinary guards can pass the test of the Colosseum, they can also enter the Bishop's Temple in the innermost part of the royal city."

Xian glanced outside the cave: "I haven't seen a slave who got rid of his identity, so I ran away. I don't know anything else."

Shen Molu also glanced outside: "My family also went to Wangcheng, and then lost the news. I will follow you, okay, I can heal injuries and cook." He looked at Xian expectantly.

But Xian didn't answer: "Why?"

Shen Molu watched the golden kitten disappear into his body, choked up, "I want to follow you, can you let me follow?"

Shen Molu stood beside Xian, looking down at him, his eyes filled with emotions he couldn't understand, but it didn't hinder him from making a choice.

"You want to follow me?" Xian bowed his head and said, feeling that something had changed, he pulled Shen Molu into his arms with his intact left hand, and breathed on Shen Molu's bewildered face, "There will be a reward for that." .”

Xian sealed his mouth with a kiss, nibbled and pecked Shen Molu's lips a few times, then followed the opened lips and slid into the inner wall of the mouth, the shimmering cave made an ambiguous sound, and Shen Molu was hooped by Xian. He couldn't move his arms, and before he could react, an extra hand appeared on his thigh.

It was as if fireworks exploded in his head, and Shen Molu was kissed and kissed again and again by the man in front of him in a daze.

Xian sucked Shen Molu's bright red lips, but his eyes moved down to his waist.

Under the tattered clothes, there is a pair of bare feet, even if they are covered with muddy water, they are white and dazzling.Like these fugitive slaves, Shen Molu was wearing a standard beggar's uniform, his face was smeared with mud, but his eyes were hard to move away from.

Xian found that the figure of this person was firmly engraved in his mind, thankful and nostalgic, and finally...

I don't know what he wants to express later, he just wants to hold this person down and kiss him for a while, and he won't let go when he finds it...

When Xian let go and was finally willing to let go of this person, Shen Molu curled up in his arms to pant, and rolled his eyes several times.

Feelings, you have been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?Is anyone able to let you get paid?

No, I really want to hit someone.

Shen Molu breathed out bitterly, but still lowered his head and leaned against Xian's neck, and the two sat cuddled for a while.

Shen Molu has a tender face, but he is not short at all, but compared to the tall and burly Xian, he looks like a weak chicken.Probably the effect is to give those who judge people by their appearance a hard slap in the face, but it is a technical job.

Shen Molu, who was allowed to pay the protection fee, was treated as a large pillow, and was hugged to eat a simple dinner, and then he was hugged to rest in the innermost part of the cave with Xian.

Before the expansion war in Fu Luo Ting, the people in Xianhe Village lived in a small country, eating and drinking.

One day, the country was captured by guards wearing silver armor, the king was captured, and the strongest among the people were taken as laborers.

Xian is an orphan. He didn't care about what to do, he only cared about whether he could have enough food and clothing.The life of a slave is worse than that of a poor peasant, and the guard is always like a whip.

Some people endured it, and they died.

Some resisted and they died.

Xian watched everything happen coldly, planning an escape route for himself.

In fact, when the guards escorted them to the Colosseum, some of the slaves encouraged them to flee. In Xian's view, they were all a group of brave and foolhardy guys.Xian himself was also a small leader among the slave group. In order to escape successfully, those people dragged all the small leaders. He didn't care, watching these people work in vain.

A mindless wolf leads a herd of mindless sheep, the wolf will be skinned and the sheep will be roasted.

Xian fled to the bank of the river alone when the slaves were in chaos. As long as he could get there, he would be able to escape.

But he met noble servants, fully armed and unarmed.

Then, God must have shown him a clear path, and he and the boy in his arms successfully escaped from that ghostly place.

Xian leaned against the cold wall, but there was a fiery temperature in his chest. He covered the boy's feet in his generous palms.The boy's head was pressed against his heart, and he was curled up in his arms, obediently and unbelievably well-behaved.

No home, no relatives, I just wanted to live, but now I want to live better.

He rested his chin on Shen Molu's hair, his eyes gradually became darker, and he was able to slide his strong right hand on the tactile skin under the clothes, and then woke up Shen Molu.

Shen Molu didn't open his eyes for a long time, but he still caught a presumptuous hand accurately, and then saw the owner of the hand looking at him with extremely revealing eyes, saying "I want to eat it!" you".

Shen Molu pretended to be calm and got up, ignoring the place where he was very energetic early in the morning, and prepared to go down to the river to continue catching fish.

The slave group is not a good place to be. Shen Molu didn't know if Xian had learned anything unspeakable while he was there. Just from the fact that this man was covered in blood and his skills when he fled that day, Shen Molu felt that if he could When Rang Xian and the guard were equal in terms of physical strength and weapons, they had a fair fight, and the result was hard to say.

It is the hot weather in Fuluoting, the forest is full of fog in the morning, the royal city and the mountains are some distance away, and the Colosseum is also built on an open plain, even if those nobles who are looking for pleasure are willing to work hard for these escaped slaves , I won't look here for a while.

Experienced slave leaders know that the mountains and forests are the most dangerous places in the Floratin Kingdom, and most people who know the times often pin their hopes on the Colosseum.

People like Shen Molu and Xian are exactly this kind of inexperienced.

It is also those who are ignorant of current affairs, and may be the last to survive.

Xian was usually too indifferent, some slaves would not find it boring to talk to him, and when they wanted to run away, they only had the idea of ​​getting as far away from here as possible.

The two walked to the creek, and Shen Molu was about to go into the water, but was stopped by Xian.

After Xian caught a few fish with agility, he beckoned Shen Mo to pass.

The cold stream water slapped Shen Molu's face, and a pair of rough and generous palms carefully wiped his face.

It took one night for the muddy water to turn into mud, Xian rubbed off the black mud as carefully as possible, revealing Shen Molu's original fair face.Shen Molu stood in the stream, the stream just past his ankles was clear, Xian helped him wash his face, then turned around and squatted down to help him wash his feet.

"Ahem, I'll do it myself." Shen Molu's foot was supported by Xian, and he was a little unstable.

After washing his feet without saying a word, Xian scanned Shen Molu carefully, his eyes filled with possessiveness.

This person is his.

Shen Molu was pressed and kissed again and again, his mouth was torn, and he still didn't quite understand the current situation.

What happened to his man?

It looks a little scary.

This doesn't look like memory recovery at all, it's enough to just kiss and kiss in my mind.

Shen Molu was happy to leisurely go back to the cave on Xian's back, and asked him on the way if he was going to find his partner next.

Xianyi sneered and shook his head: "It's none of my business whether the temporary team gathers or breaks up. In fact, I didn't think about what to do after escaping. Some of those people had whimsical ideas and tried to change their status as slaves." , stay and live in this country.”

But the slave marks on their bodies, unless they have the courage to dig out a piece of their own flesh, they can't be removed at all. Even if they are removed, the guards of the kingdom will know their identities when they look at that place.

So at first, Xian wanted to go to the deep mountains and old forests alone.

He walked steadily with every step, and Shen Molu listened carefully on his back, not talking to him.

"What do you want to do? To save your family?"

Xian suddenly asked that his so-called partner would wait at the agreed place for at most one day, and if he did not show up, he would be deemed dead or arrested.But those people would never have thought that he was completely unfamiliar with the surroundings of the royal city. If it weren't for the young man on his back, he might have already marched deep into the mountains and forests.

"Far away." Shen Molu wrapped his arms around Xian's neck, but did not answer his question.

"what?"

"Far away, you can call me that, when it's just the two of us."

Xian's ears moved, and the young man's voice made him smile unconsciously.He knew that this young man could not be a slave, the only thing washed away by the stream was the mud on his face and the stones on his feet.

The teenager is clean, good-looking, can cook, and treats him very well.

The boy's family is in Wangcheng.

The boy is now his.

The soles of Shen Molu's feet were red from the hard ground, and he didn't allow the boy to go off the ground when he returned. No matter what the boy asked, he would accompany him wherever he wanted to go.

Shen Molu initially rejected Xian's idea of ​​carrying him back to the cave. With his physique, how could he be stumped by a mere stone, but Xian grabbed one of them and picked out a very small piece of gravel, Shen Molu felt a sharp pain.

He bent down to look at his feet, and touched them with some doubts. It was indeed painful and already red.

Seeing this, Xian carried him on his back indiscriminately.

The author has something to say:

Xian: I want to carry you on my back for the rest of my life.

Shen: I have legs, thank you.