Tianjia

The middle-aged man who completed tonight's task returned to his comfortable residence with a bloody whip.

He had just severely punished a few male slaves who fainted from starvation, and told them to remember his teachings firmly with their battered backs.

Anyway, for those lowly males, the more it hurts, the longer the memory!

There was a young man who had been beaten to the brink of death, but failed to survive the beating and passed out on the ground. The middle-aged man had already ordered his servants to hang him outside, blowing cold wind to wake him up.

A male slave should look like a male slave, who is he showing such a frail and coquettish appearance?

The middle-aged man just sat on the chair and was about to taste a bowl of supper soup. He took two sips when he saw a servant rushing into the room.

"Guard Zhang, something has happened!" The servant said anxiously, with some slurred words, "For some reason, that noble woman called the town's healer overnight..."

Zhang Deyun was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while.

On the coming-of-age night, it is not uncommon for male slaves to be tortured and played with, and to be maimed or even killed.

But no one would call a doctor in the middle of the night, just a lowly male slave, not worth wasting medicinal materials for treatment.

Could it be... something happened to that female?

This would be a big trouble, and he would never be able to afford it as a Yaxiong!

The other party was not a local resident, but an aristocrat who came from afar. For some reason, the important coming-of-age ceremony was set in such a remote town.

Zhang Deyun dropped the soup bowl in his hand, and quickly trotted along with his servants. When he rushed out of the room, he happened to see a doctor coming out of the room.

Zhang Deyun cautiously stepped forward to say a few words, only to find out that the precious female was fine, but she just asked the doctor to show the male slave on the bed, and even prescribed some medicine?

Zhang Deyun had a bitter face, he didn't expect this male slave to be disabled.

It's all my fault that I was confused by that outstanding face, so I recommended the other party so recklessly.

Zhang Deyun walked into the room with a bow, and before he had time to apologize, he was called forward by the noble female and asked carefully about the origin of this male slave.

Zhang Deyun didn't dare to hide anything, so he explained carefully and clearly the process of how to pick up that male slave, how to clean it up, and how to be deceived by that face.

Xi frowned slightly, and said, "So you picked him up, a wild male?"

Zhang Deyun thought for a while, shook his head cautiously, and replied, "It doesn't have to be wild, he has white skin and tender skin, and a slender body, while most of the male slaves in the wild have rough skin, thin and small... guess who it is Lost at home... without a chain or collar anyway, so it can be counted as ownerless."

Males who are sure to have a female master must wear a special collar, or other similar objects, usually with a hang tag on it, engraved with the female master's logo and contact information.

If you don't wear anything and just walk outside like this, don't blame yourself for being taken away at will.

Xi frowned a little when he heard "it might have been someone else's male slave before", but he relaxed quickly.

... Anyway, it's my own now.

Originally, Xi just wanted to find a place to spend this necessary and boring coming-of-age ceremony, and he didn't have any requirements for "gifts".

But I didn't expect that in such a remote place, I could really meet a male slave who looks quite good, has a voice that suits my appetite, and has an interesting personality...

It's a pity that when he was teasing him directly, the other party's injury seemed to be uncontrollable, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, interrupting the pleasant exchange.

It makes sense that a lone male wandering in the wild is already vulnerable to both internal and external injuries.

Xi waved his hand, and asked the middle-aged steward to leave with his servants, and the room suddenly became quiet, leaving only a faint scent of medicine.

He half leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the pale male slave with lightly closed eyes, thinking about what kind of collar he should buy.