The Ultimate Cannon Fodder [Transmigration Book]

Qian Ya twitched in Chen's arms, he was not used to sleeping with men, especially dangerous men.

The point is, he hasn't got any clothes on yet...

"Master, can I get out of bed and put on some clothes first? Or you can cover me with the quilt." Qian Ya thought for a long time, then said softly.

Chen pulled the quilt behind him and threw it directly on Qian Ya.

Qian Ya spread the quilt and wanted to take this opportunity to slip out of Chen's arms, but Chen closed his eyes and felt that Qian Ya had escaped from his embrace, so he pulled him back again.

Qian Ya: "..."

He helplessly rested his pillow on Chen's arm again, feeling uncomfortable all over.

So he moved forward, distanced himself from Chen, and observed Chen's reaction carefully. Seeing that Chen didn't speak, he moved forward again, and moved away from him.

"If you move again, you will sleep on the floor tonight." When Chen's deep and magnetic voice came from behind Qian Ya, Qian Ya was startled.

"Not moving anymore." Qian Ya quickly admitted his mistake.

The two kept a safe distance, and Qian Ya was also tired all day. As time passed, his eyes were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't open them, so he simply fell into a deep sleep.

When the ear-piercing siren sounded, Qian Ya's heart was hurt by the tone, the loudness, and the timbre.

He opened his eyes in panic, completely unaware of what had happened.This is similar to the notification sound of a large-scale disaster such as a fire or an earthquake, which really scared him a lot.

It wasn't until when he sat up from the bed that he watched the other slaves hurriedly get up and put on clothes with sleepy eyes, that he understood a little bit.

It's like a wake up alarm.

Qian Ya turned his head to look for Chen, and asked about Chen's specific situation, but found that Chen had left at some time, and even the temperature of the place where he slept had dissipated.

"What time is it?" Qian Ya rubbed his eyes, he was really sleepy, and he didn't bother to think why Chen left without saying hello.

"Five o'clock." Xiao Luo, a slave who usually has a good relationship with Qian Ya, replied him.

"Five o'clock?!" Qian Ya's eyes widened, what the hell did you wake him up at five o'clock?To be a thief or to rob?This point doesn't even crow...

Seeing that Qian Ya was still sitting on the bed, Xiao Luo hurriedly put on his shoes, and kindly reminded him: "Get up quickly, the supervisor will come and see you lying down in a while and will beat you with a stick."

"Damn..." Qian Ya reached out and scratched at his hair, almost collapsed.

Just kidding, I'm not a slave here, so why should I care when I get up?

"Qian Ya, the supervisor is here, get out of bed!" Xiao Luo heard the familiar and heavy footsteps coming from outside the curtain, her expression changed, with indescribable panic and worry, as if she was about to see a ghost.

Even Qian Ya was shocked by Xiao Luo's appearance.

Maybe if he doesn't get up, something will happen to him.

"Oh." Qian Ya patted his face hard, trying to wake himself up.He got out of bed not yet able to move freely, and when he bent down to look for his shoes, he couldn't find them, but he found that he was not wearing any clothes.

Qian Ya hastily pulled the quilt to surround him, then turned around and asked Xiao Luo, "Where do I usually put my clothes?"

With a strange expression on his face, Xiao Luo looked at Qian Ya in confusion for a while, then pointed to the dilapidated and peeling cabinet with the word "Qian Ya" written on it at the corner: "That's your item cabinet."

"Thank you, thank you!" Qian Ya hurriedly grabbed the quilt and ran over, opened the wooden cabinet, and found a tattered gray slave uniform among a pile of tatters.

This is what Chen was wearing yesterday, so it is right to take this.

When the supervisor came to inspect, all the slaves hung their heads and dared not speak or move.

Qian Yaben rummaged through the wooden cabinet, seeing that everyone was standing still, he also stood up and lowered his head.

Everyone has finished dressing in a short time, only Qian Ya is still holding the clothes in his hand and his upper body is naked.From the waist down was surrounded by a thin quilt, and the quilt was dragged on the dusty floor.

"You!" The supervisor hit Qian Ya's face covered by bangs a few times with a wooden stick as thick as a man's wrist, and shouted sharply, "Hurry up!"

The roar was so powerful that the heads of the other slaves dropped even lower.

The person concerned swallowed, and immediately responded: "Yes, supervisor."

He glanced at the wooden stick attached to his face, it was so thick, once the stick came down, he would be disfigured...

The supervisor then walked around the slave living room and turned to leave after confirming that there was no major problem.When he left, he cursed: "A group of people who eat and don't shit, know how to make me angry every day."

As soon as he left, the atmosphere of the slaves holding their breaths and concentrating immediately changed. What should they do? The proficiency in changing their actions was the result of experiencing similar things many times.

Qian Yahou stretched out his hand to touch his face in fear, and heaved a sigh of relief.

After getting dressed, Qian Ya found the toilet cubicle in the slave's living room and got in.

As soon as I entered, there was a smell of urine infiltrating my nostrils, it's so damn good...

Compared to the luxurious hall of the nobles, the entire slave living room looked like a large cesspit, there was nothing good around it, the supervisor was full of flesh, he was as fat as a fat pig, and the slave was as thin as a hemp stick.

No wonder Cannon Fodder Shou kept hooking up nobles, trying to get out of this ghostly place.

Qian Ya stood in front of the wooden bucket used to hold urine, holding his breath to meet his physiological needs.

Amidst the sound of "crash clatter", another slave came in and painted his face at a cracked small mirror in the toilet.

After finishing, Qian Ya walked to the small sink beside him to wash his hands.

In that small mirror, Qian Ya saw his face and her own.

Qian Ya had nothing to look at, because most of his face was covered by bangs, so he couldn't see anything.

But the appearance of the slave next to him can be said to be exceptionally beautiful. If it were to be put into the real world, any anchor could attract millions of fans just by this face.

But at this moment, this beauty was facing the mirror, drawing a few messy strokes on her cheeks with charcoal.

"Why don't you paint your face today?" the beauty said to Qian Ya in the mirror.

"Ah? Me?" Qian Ya pointed at himself, then realized in the next second, and said, "Draw, draw now."

"Be careful. The supervisor didn't see your face when he pointed a stick at you today. If he saw clearly, you will be bullied to death by him." Some fight.

After hearing this, Qian Ya almost lost his expression.

"I'll give you the charcoal, save some." After the beauty finished her face, she finally turned her head to look at Qian Ya.

Seeing this, the corners of Qian Ya's mouth twitched in embarrassment, trying not to smile.

The eyebrows are as thick as a mountain, and the face is as dirty as if turned over in ashes. There is no such thing as the beauty of being exiled just now.

After the beauty left, Qian Ya held the charcoal and looked at it for a while, then parted his bangs.

In the broken mirror, an extremely flirtatious face was reflected.The eyes are deep and the tails of the eyes are raised, alluring and seductive.

The lips are full and the lips are delicate.The bridge of the nose is straight and the curvature is just right.

It should be due to frequent exposure to the sun, his face is darker than his body.Even so, he is better looking than the beauty just now.