Mozun, she came across from the Nvzun country

Chapter 42
There was only silence in the hall, with the occasional rustling sound from the night wind, and the shadows of trees in the forest were like ghosts with teeth and claws.

Qiong Ying walked up to Ye Chen, compared to his height, she was not tall at the moment, she had to raise her head slightly to meet his gaze.

Even though she needs to look up to meet his gaze, it feels like she is looking down at others, and no matter where she stands, she is condescending.

Ye Chen's posture was straight, facing her unscrupulous sizing, he was a little nervous, the master had a pair of eyes that seemed to see everything.

"Yechen, do you have the mark of a slave on your body?"

Ye Chen's figure was carrying the candlelight behind his back, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his slightly trembling figure revealed his emotions.

"Have."

"Where is it?" Qiongying asked again.

"It's on the right side of the back of the neck." Ye Chen replied slowly, the slave mark has existed since he could remember.

"You sit on the chair." Qiongying said.

"Yes, Master." Ye Chen moved forward and numbly sat down on the chair next to him.

When the light fell on his side face, it still couldn't illuminate those gray eyes, but instead illuminated his gloomy expression more clearly.

"Ye Chen, are you afraid of pain?" Qiong Ying walked behind him.

"Not afraid." Ye Chen replied in a low voice.

However, Qiongying was not satisfied with hearing this answer, he is really a fearless person.

"It's more painful than a thousand arrows piercing the heart, aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen said resolutely, only if he is strong enough can he stay by Master's side.

"Excellent." Qiong Ying stretched out his hand, half angry, and ran his fingertips through his hair.

Ye Chen felt a strange movement behind him, his whole body was stiff, he didn't know what the master was going to do, but her fingers were colder than ice, revealing his ugliest side.

Qiongying took his time, brushing away his hair layer by layer until the back of his neck was exposed, and he could see the slave mark on the back of his neck.

The imprint was cleaned extraordinarily by candlelight, and it was a deep groove, which was probably branded with a piece of iron that was burned to red.

No matter how many years pass, this imprint will never fade away.

"Don't move." Qiongying stretched out his other hand, holding a sharp icicle.

Ye Chen stood still and felt a sharp object scratching the back of his neck. There was a slight pain and a slight cold feeling. To him, this was not pain at all, but it was a cleansing of the soul.

Blood streaks seeped into the ice, and the imprinted scars fell off bit by bit.

About half an hour later, Qiongying scratched her finger pulp with her nails, and blood slowly overflowed, condensing into a drop of blood.

A drop of blood fell and landed on the mark on the back of his neck. The blood melted quickly and the wound healed slowly.

After a while, the branding disappeared, and the skin was smooth and smooth, leaving only the marks of being pierced by the ice, which were blood-red scratches, lingering on the skin like blood threads, outlining an extreme pattern.

Qiongying is quite satisfied with her masterpiece.

Ye Chen remained motionless, the slight pain in the back of his neck disappeared, but it seemed that the coolness left by her fingertips still remained, reaching directly to his heart.

"Yechen, what scares you?"

Ye Chen's eyes were blank, he thought for a moment, and finally said: "I don't know."

Qiong Yingxiu frowned slightly, not knowing is better than nothing, she doesn't like people who have no weaknesses.

The moon is already in the sky, and the moonlight is scattered in front of the door.

Qiongying walked away under the moonlight.

Ye Chen got up and stared at her back for a long time, until she disappeared into the night, he was still standing like a sculpture.

After hesitating for a long time, Ye Chen slowly stretched out his hand and brushed the back of his neck without any marks, so smooth that there was nothing.

The mark of the slave disappeared?Ye Chen's heart was in a mess, and wherever his hand brushed, it was full of her remaining warmth.

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(End of this chapter)