Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 40 - The Kunlun Slave
The boy drank the soup without hesitation, and after drinking a cup of tea, he waved to a group of people far away from the crowd.

Soon the group of people walked towards Li Qingmei supporting each other.

There were as many as two to three thousand people, all lined up in a straight line, and they took her soup bowl in an orderly manner.

"Hey, it's Kunlun slaves, just let these lowly Kunlun slaves test the medicine for us first!"

"Kunlun slave!"

At this time, Jananfeng, who was helping to fill the soup and medicine, muttered in a slightly surprised voice.

"What Kunlun slave?"

"Sister Mei, where did you live in a ravine in a corner before, and you don't even know about Kunlun slaves?"

While filling the soup, she lowered her voice.

"In the southwestern sea, there is a country named Kunlun Layer Period. There are people on the island. They are as strong as cattle and warlike by nature."

"Kunlun has been fighting all the year round, and the people are in dire straits. Later, for some reason, the entire Kunlun-level kingdom sank to the bottom of the sea. The survivors of the subjugated country who escaped by chance fled to the four kingdoms."

"Because they have no nationality, no land, and nothing to do with agriculture and mulberry, they can only wander around."

"For a hundred years, they can only engage in lowly industries such as divination, stealing, begging and juggling."

"Legends say that they are castaways exiled by the gods. They are cursed, so they can only wander all their lives, living in no fixed place, and wandering in the world for generations."

"These people are generally taller than ordinary people, with slightly dark skin and naturally curly hair. They will be tattooed with the Qiongqi totem representing the Kunlun tribe at birth."

"Hey, look, look, it's at the tiger's mouth on their right hand."

Jananfeng covered his mouth and whispered with his eyes to signal Li Qingmei to pay attention to their tiger's mouth.

This was highly similar to the wandering gypsies she was familiar with. At this time, after the group of people drank the soup, they retreated neatly to a corner away from the crowd.

All the people whispering were secretly paying attention to this group of lowly white mice, ready to watch them die of poison after drinking bitter quinine, and fell to the ground crying in pain.

However, two hours passed, and the group of people still quietly huddled in the corner.

Suddenly the young man who was the first to test the medicine stood up by himself, and walked towards Li Qingmei with obvious brisk steps.

"Can I have another bowl of soup medicine?"

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy smiled shyly, two shallow dimples appeared on his sickly pale face.

"Of course, not only you, but also your clansmen, the soup is enough, and you can drink it until you are all cured!"

Li Qingmei handed him a bowl full of soup, and said in an easy-going tone.

"really?"

Seemingly used to being rejected and discriminated against, he thought he was hallucinating, and gritted his teeth excitedly to confirm again.

"Yes!"

"That's great! Hey! Patriarch, sister, mother, everyone, come here! The doctor said to drink the soup until we are cured!"

He shouted happily to his clansmen, and seeing them running towards this side with ecstatic faces, he turned his head and gulped down the soup.

"You are the great benefactor of our Kunlun people! The true God will definitely bless you!"

An old Kunlun woman held a medicine bowl and said gratefully.

"Hey, we want to drink this medicine too, please give us a bowl too."

The crowd who had been watching before saw that the group of Kunlun slaves had obviously improved after drinking the decoction, so they couldn't sit still anymore, and swarmed around Li Qingmei.

The rude actions smashed the straight line of Kunlun slaves who had not yet taken the medicine to pieces.

"Go away, go away, let's drink first."

A middle-aged man impatiently pushed an old Kunlun man standing in front of him.

"You are not allowed to jump in line, otherwise you won't even be able to touch the dregs of medicine!"

"They are Kunlun slaves, not Tianzhao people. Naturally, this medicine is going to save us first!"

"Hehe, aren't you afraid that this is gut-piercing poison now? Don't you guys have a lot of backbone? What? Want to be a guinea pig now?"

Jananfeng rolled his eyes and said sarcastically.

"Hey hey, how can it be! We... we are just afraid that the medicine will be too hot"

The following words became more and more whispered, and the far-fetched reasons made the rebuttals themselves embarrassed to continue.

　PS: Regarding Youchong asking whether the tyrant is a tragedy, Zonger can guarantee that the ending will definitely not be cruel.As for who the heroine ends up with, keep it a secret for the time being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)