Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

Ran Heming cried and was surprised to find that he was still alive, and the person who wanted to kill him was trying to make him stop crying.

Ran thought that the crane was dead Ming: What's going on?

"Why am I still alive..." He blinked and asked stupidly.

After the question was finished, the person concerned realized that he had asked a stupid question.

"Next time, see you next time!"

Since you are still alive, why not run away quickly.

Ran Heming hurriedly opened the door, and ran out at a speed comparable to rushing to the cafeteria after class.

His speed was so fast that Boss didn't even react. Although he could catch the fleeing little guy with his ability, he didn't do so.

Ran Heming ran down the stairs, seeing the male protagonist pacing in the hall, as if he saw the light, he happily ran to the door.

Facing Ran Heming who hurried over, Pei Sen was a little puzzled: "Master?"

"Let's go, go home, go home."

He urged the other party, and ran towards the door without looking back.

Pei Sen raised his eyes and looked upstairs, then turned and followed Ran Heming.

After getting into the carriage, Ran Heming breathed a sigh of relief. After the male protagonist also got into the carriage, he quickly closed the carriage door, and collapsed on the seat like a salted fish.

"Master, what happened to you upstairs."

Seeing that Ran Heming was like a panicked rabbit being chased, Pei Sen vaguely guessed something, and when he came out, the corners of his eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face, so what happened.

This made him very curious.

Ran Heming took a good breath, looked at the male lead who seemed to be worried about him, and casually said: "Nothing happened."

He can't tell the male lead that I was almost sucked to death by the villain, please help me.

He still can't figure out what the hero's attitude is towards him now, and he can't lower his vigilance towards the hero just because of a few words of concern.

The master didn't want to tell him, and Payson didn't force it. After all, he was just a knight, and his main responsibility was to protect the safety of his master.

He knows how to play his part.

But the master's red eye sockets made him too concerned.

The carriage suddenly fell into an eerie silence, the male lead didn't speak and Ran Heming would not try to break the silence, after all he was still immersed in the lingering fear of his escape from death just now.

In Duke Gedun's mansion, Em saw the master going out with the knight from the window early in the morning. He was very jealous and hated why he was born in such a state and couldn't go out with the master.

Even if he doesn't grow into this appearance, he is not qualified to go out with his master. After all, he is just a slave, the most inferior slave who cannot touch his master.

Being able to live in such a nice place was already like a dream, how could he expect to stand with his master.

But such a good and gentle master, he always wants to get closer, and get closer, because he is too greedy to get more.

Aim never felt unwilling for his birth and appearance, but today he felt strongly unwilling because he could not stand on Ran Heming's body.

What should he do to follow his master openly and aboveboard?

"I told you a long time ago that if you accept me, you will become a normal person."

A hoarse and old voice sounded in Em's ears, surrounding him, lingering, tormenting his mind.

"Go away, I won't listen."

Em covered her ears, and there was this voice again. This voice had appeared since she was brought back to the Duke's mansion.

Wrapping him tightly, appearing by his side from time to time, especially when he was unconscious, trying to encourage him to sign a contract.

"Go away?" The voice smiled, "You summoned me, and now you let me go? How can there be such a good thing in the world."

"Go away go away!!!"

Em shrank in the corner, closed her eyes and dared not look into the house.

Huge panic enveloped him. At this moment, he just wanted to see the master immediately. If it was the master, he would definitely protect him and help him drive away the sound.

But even if he covered his ears and closed his eyes, the voice would still reach his mind.

Em ran to the bed in fear, squeezed the quilt tightly, and wrapped herself into a ball.

——You expect your master with a human face and a beast heart to rescue you?

——He was the one who sent you into the abyss, don't you remember?

——When you were defiled by the false leader as a sacrifice, and when you were pressed on the bed by those people, did he come to save you?

——He didn't, he just wanted to benefit from you.

"No no no!!" Em yelled, trying to drive the voice away with anger.

The master was so kind to him, how could he hurt him, and how could he not save him, but his heart was shaken by this voice, and he couldn't help thinking what if what he said was true.

"You're lying..."

This sentence was completely without confidence, and he was shaken. He was afraid that it was true, but he felt guilty because he doubted the master.

--Lie to you?Why should I lie to you, you are me and I am you.

After the voice finished speaking, the quilt was lifted suddenly, and then a black shadow appeared in front of Em, which slowly turned into a human form. Em was shocked to find that this black shadow looked exactly like him! !

Em's eyes widened in disbelief, her breathing was violent, and she suppressed the desire to scream, her fingernails sank into her flesh, and she pretended to be calm and asked, "What the hell are you?"

"I said that I am you, the future you." The black shadow slowly approached Em, whispering in his ear, "As long as you become one with me, you will be like me, and you will no longer have to worry about your appearance. You can also stand by the side of your "Master" openly and aboveboard."

The temptation was too great, and Em was almost bewitched.

When he was about to agree and agree to the other party, Ran Heming's smiling face appeared in Em's mind.

"Don't!!!" Em stood up abruptly, opened the door and ran out, just in time to meet Ran Heming who was going upstairs.

"Em, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, master?"

"Didn't they all say that you don't need to call my master?" Ran Heming didn't notice Aim's loss of focus, but took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it out: "This is yours, take it."

As early as when he brought Em back, Ran Heming asked the housekeeper to get Em's deed of sale in private, but he didn't expect the housekeeper to move so fast, and got it today.

The reason he did this was simple, because he knew Em's identity.

I also know that he is not a real slave. I hope that when the Holy Son thinks of his slave status in the future, he can see that he will not miss him for the sake of returning the contract of sale.

The other is selfishness, he doesn't want such a lovely child to live as a slave, he should grow up freely and healthily.

"This, what is this?" Em looked at the piece of paper, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Purchase contract." Ran Heming took the other party's hand and stuffed it in, looked at Aim's blank face, and said softly, "You are no longer a slave."

Not a slave anymore.

These five words carry too much weight.

Em was stunned, and then slowly realized that from the moment he was sold by his father, he never thought about the day when he would get back the deed of sale.

Before coming here, Em especially hated his status as a slave, but after he was treated gently, Em liked the status of slave very much.

Because if it is a slave, then he and the master will never be separated.

But now that the deed of sale is in his hands, it took him a long time to recover, and he murmured: "The master doesn't want me..."

[The author has something to say: Guess what will happen to Em]