I lost my memory after crossing

It was a desolate place, not even a piece of green grass, so Yanlin put on a cloak as he walked.

"Lead the way." He couldn't understand Yan Lin's thoughts, but this was also what he thought.

There is a gazebo at the far east of Bihai Chaosheng, and the wall separated from it is the slave house, where rough servants who make mistakes in the pavilion will be sent here to work as coolies and do some rough work.

Back then, the pavilion master was in a coma, He Yu was abolished, and the entire Haijiao Pavilion was staring at He Yu. How to deal with him became a big problem. In the end, it was Yan Lin who was under pressure and used the seal of the pavilion master on him as a bargaining chip to release him. He brought back Bihai Chaosheng and sent him to the Slavery. Although the life here was a little bit hard, he managed to save his life.

Looking down from the gazebo, you can have a clear view of the sin slaves, but from the bottom up, it is covered by a rockery.

Xingzhi sat in the gazebo and saw He Yu at a glance.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He was chopping wood by himself in a remote corner. Because he lost all his internal strength, he seemed to be struggling a bit, and his posture was weird.

Everyone who entered here had committed a crime, so naturally no one would be polite to them, and if they were a little slack, the whip in charge would come down.

The dense pain hit his heart because he forgot that in the past ten years, He Yu had offended too many people because of this Haijiao Pavilion. Now that he has been abandoned, all his martial arts have been lost, and he has completely lost power. This is a good opportunity to add insult to injury.

"What happened to his left arm?"

"Punishment dungeon, he was hung with his arms cut behind his back."

As Yan Lin said, the injury on He Yu's left shoulder was handled by the pavilion master himself. He didn't need to go into details about how serious it was. He was hanged for two days for such a serious injury, so how could it not be abandoned.

Xingzhi stood up suddenly, affected the wound on his chest, and coughed violently.

"Can it still be cured?" He supported Yan Lin, and his pale face was flushed with a piercing cough.

He saw that He Yu was whipped severely, and he turned his head slightly. There was still a ferocious bloodstain on his forbearing and resolute face. He remembered that he had whipped him with a golden python whip.

He pressed his chest hard, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wound that was hurting or the heart that was hurting.

He Yu, it turns out that I hurt you more than I imagined.

"I haven't asked the doctor to see it." Yanlin replied honestly, He Yu is a sinner, how can a sinner have the qualifications to see a doctor, a few days ago, he was covered with cuts and bruises, he was dying, and he had a high fever that did not subside. He was sent to the prison, but he survived. Shadow's life has always been very hard.

Xingzhi didn't speak, just coughed non-stop, almost coughing out his lungs, Yan Lin was startled when he heard it.

But his eyes were still looking at He Yu below, seeing him not saying a word, seeing his fortitude and tenacity, seeing his desolate body still persevering, like a cliff and a pine, facing the abyss, neither sad nor happy.

Maybe half a stick of incense, maybe a stick of incense, when Xingzhi finally calmed down, he slowly let out a breath.

"Let's go."

Although the life in the Slavery is hard, it is better to have Yanlin protecting me than staying by my side...

Coming down from the gazebo, Xingzhi felt that he had no strength at all, his top-heavy body was light, and he barely fell down by leaning on Yanlin.Yanlin never thought that the pavilion master would be so weak, and he was extremely worried.

But at this time, Xiao Jiu came. It is not good to have too many people know about the pavilion master's injury, Xing Zhi could only force himself up, and waved away Xiao Jiu's salute.

These days, Xiao Jiu has been helping to take care of the trivial matters in the pavilion, and will report to Xingzhi afterwards.

"Pavilion Master, are you... are you okay?" Anyone could see that Xing Zhi's pale face seemed to be not very good.

Xingzhi feels uncomfortable all over now, and he doesn't even want to say anything.

"It's okay."

Xiao Jiu glanced at him hesitantly, but said nothing after all, and handed the scroll in his hand to Xing Zhi respectfully.

Xingzhi didn't answer, "I'm a little tired these days, you can make up your mind about the affairs in the pavilion, and ask me if you can't solve it, ahem..."

But after a word, he began to cough again, and his face became paler and paler.

"The pavilion..."

"Back off." Yanlin stopped Xiao Jiugang's refusal, and behaved smoothly, "The main pavilion is resting."

"...Yes" Xiao Jiu hesitated again and again, but finally left.

The violent coughing caused blood to flow out of Xingzhi's chest.

"Pavilion Master, shall I help you go back and change your medicine?"

Xingzhi leaned on Yanlin and nodded.

The pavilion master's injury has not improved. Although Yanlin is impatient, he can't think of any good way, so he can only take care of it slowly.

Since he saw He Yu once that day, he ran to the gazebo every day and did nothing, just sat quietly and watched He Yu chopping firewood, carrying water, eating, watching Enough to go back.

Every time he inhales the cool breeze, he coughs heart-piercingly when he returns home, Yanlin persuaded him earnestly, and every time he promised to go well, he would still run to the gazebo the next day.

But his health was deteriorating, and Xiao Jiu couldn't decide on something in the pavilion. When he came to report to Xingzhi, he vomited blood on the spot!

In desperation, Xingxing had no choice but to hand over the affairs of Haijiao Pavilion to Xiaojiu.He had been in a coma for nearly a day, and only woke up near the evening. Yanlin prepared the meal, but he had no appetite at all, so he put on his cloak and went to the gazebo again.

This time, Xingzhi didn't see He Yu, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and even his expression became restless.

He couldn't help getting up and wandering around the entire sin slave house, and finally found He Yu in a hidden corner. Almost at the same time, a cold and murderous aura spread from him. look away.

Just in time, I saw Er'er's arm-thick wooden stick hit He Yu's knee hard, knocking him to the ground.

Yanlin suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and quickly glanced at the pavilion master, but he saw that the pavilion master's face was gloomy and full of evil spirits.

But he can't be blamed for this, the film director is busy with things, and he can't always take care of He Yu, there is always something beyond his reach.

Liangting was a little far away from He Yu, and with the deep internal strength of Xingzhi and Yanlin, he could get a rough idea.

You, the manager, didn't think it was enough, so he raised the whip in his hand and landed on He Yu's body twice for a drive, but he didn't even move his eyebrows.

He Yu is like this, even if he is smashed to pieces, he will not break his brows and bow his waist, and he will not be half soft.

Why hadn't he seen it before?

Such a temper will only make him suffer more.

Sure enough, the steward was still not relieved, and the whip wind was even stronger, until He Yu couldn't bear to bend down before giving up.

"Today I will teach you the rules of this slave house, how much work you do, how much you eat, and if you don't work, you don't have food."

He kicked away the steamed buns on the ground, "You are chivalrous, you are too busy to take care of yourself, and you still want to help others, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"Come on! Teach him what the rules are!"

Someone came up immediately, twisted He Yu's hands behind his back, and pulled his hair back forcefully, forcing him to raise his head. Su Sha was stunned for a moment, took two steps back, and when he came to his senses, he suddenly became angry from embarrassment, grabbed the porridge mixed with soil and gravel that was dumped on the ground, pinched He Yu's chin, and stuffed it into his mouth with a ferocious face.

"Eat, I will let you eat! Eat!"

He Yu kept clenching his teeth tightly, refusing to open his mouth, half of his face was smeared with mud and porridge, and the steward finally angrily smeared the stains from his hands on his face, and flung his sleeves away.

Only He Yu was left kneeling alone, staring blankly at the front, like a puppet without a soul, mechanically wiped off the stains on his face, picked up the steamed buns on the ground, tore off a layer of skin on the surface, got up and curled up In the corner, beside the shivering child.

"Eat."

This is a thin and dark child, his big black eyes are full of fear, and he refuses all strangers to approach him. He greedily stares at the steamed bun in He Yu's hand, swallowing uncontrollably until He Yu's hand holding the steamed bun A little sour, the child finally viciously snatched the steamed bun from He Yu's hand, turned around, and stuffed it hungrily.

"Slow down." He Yu wanted to give him some comfort, but before his right hand touched him, the child swung him away. He held the steamed bun in his hand, and quickly moved away from He Yu, like a wild wolf protecting food. Looking at He Yu vigilantly, he stuffed steamed buns into his mouth more quickly.

He Yu didn't speak, and waited quietly for him to finish eating.

Until the whole steamed bun was eaten, the thin child finally began to let go of his guard slowly, his eyes were shining brightly, he approached He Yu slowly, and finally said "Thank you" hesitantly.

This thank you suddenly woke He Yu up. He looked at the grateful child in his eyes for a long time without saying a word.

There should be no trust and kindness in this place of slavery.

"Put out your hand."

The child was a little scared, but slowly stretched out his hand.

He Yu's rough right hand caressed that little hand full of ugly scars.

Suddenly exerting force on his hand, he severed the ugly little finger.

With a shrill scream, his heart trembled violently, and he was almost unable to stand still.

He Yu stood up, looked down at the child who had become vigilant again, and smiled.

"Remember, no one can trust you no matter how good you were once."

The child held his injured hand empty-handedly, with tears in his eyes, and looked at He Yu viciously.

"If you are hungry in the future, come to me."

Witnessing the whole scene, Xingzhi finally couldn't hold on until he collapsed on the stone bench, coughing heart-piercingly, his heart felt like a needle prick, he couldn't control the pain, and finally spurted blood all over the floor.

Yanlin turned pale with shock, and hurriedly took out the jade bottle from his bosom.

"Pavilion Master, your body is important!"

Xingzhi took the medicine, finally stopped coughing, and his face began to turn rosy, but the pain in his heart didn't seem to abate.

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