Face Slapping The Slag Gong System

After the transaction, Qin Mu was sent to the young man's room where he bought him that night. Of course, his hands and feet were tortured with heavy chains. On the way, Qin Mu observed the surrounding terrain. There is not much difference between it and real life. It is that the technology is advanced and the means of transportation are flying.

The feeling of hands and feet being chained is very uncomfortable. Qin Mu earned a earning, and the chain suddenly made a loud noise. It took a little time to restore the value of force. Qin Mu quickly gave up his vain struggle and turned his gaze to the only luxurious bed in the room that could accommodate five people.

The slender thick eyebrows picked up slightly, and Qin Mu stepped up to the bedside, reached out and touched the bedside. The palm of his hand came with a soft and elastic touch. He couldn’t help but darken his eyebrows, and the black and white beasts were full of demon. The color.

Isn't that what he imagined?

When I woke up, I was treated as a goods auction, and then I was sent to the bed. If I didn’t happen, I really couldn’t say it.

Oh, this world is really exciting.

Thinking of the pictures that are not suitable for children, Qin Mu’s body was quickly excited, and the sharp claws grew again. He used the claws to play with the chains, and looked forward to what kind of face the young man had when he was Long okay, can support three back and forth in the bed, he does not mind coming to him with a cloud of Wushan.

Hey.

The heavy carved wooden door slowly opened.

Qin Mu carried the scorpion, through the dim light, he saw the young man's weak wind without blowing the wind, because the other party was too thin, Qin Mu did not look at his face. The youth wandered in the face of Qin Mu, and the pale and handsome face gradually appeared in the vision of Qin Mu. I saw only the age of twenty people, the color was white and the cyan was thin. The sag, a pair of black scorpion clear Ling Ling inlaid in the eyelids, like a moving human figure, staring at Qin Mu motionless.

The weak body adds a cold expression, and instantly smashes the evil spirits in Qin Mu’s body.

He couldn't help but think that if he was really jealous of this kid, this kid could really die on him.

After Qin Mu fixed his mind and determined that the young man had no threat to him, he relaxed his body slightly, leaning his back against the bed and squinting at each other. "Is you bought me?"

"Cough."

The other party did not answer him, but coughed with a brow.

From the perspective of Qin Mu, he saw the young man licking his waist and buried his face in the handkerchief. The cough was called a heartbreaking lung, as if he had to cough up the lungs.

It seems that I heard the violent cough of the young man. The guard outside the door asked nervously: "Young master, are you okay?"

"Cough... Nothing, you don't have to be outside the door, go out first."

"……Yes."

The guards hesitated and the footsteps gradually drifted away.

It is determined that there is no one outside the door. Qin Mu is somewhat curious. "Are you afraid that I will hurt you?"

"Cough."

The fingers that pinched the handkerchief were tight, and the young man removed the scorpion and folded the slabs squarely and tightened the shirt pocket. He was wearing a white shirt today, and his thin body was hidden in his shirt, which looked less astonished.

Hearing the question of Qin Mu, his pale lips curved and his voice was cold and sweet: "Do you think you have the ability to break the chain now?" His eyes naturally moved to Qin Mu's wrist. On the top, seeing the sharp claws, he looks ordinary, a look of commonplace.

Qin Mu smiled and was not angry. "What is your name?"

"Mu Huai."

"What do you want to do with me here?"

Mu Huai did not answer him positively. He only said: "Two hundred years ago, humans had a fierce battle with the half-orcs. The half-beast king died in battle. All the half-orcs disappeared overnight." He glanced at Qin Mu and faintly Q: "Don't you want to resurrect your companion?"

Because of the system, Qin Mu did not have the memory of a half-or-orc, and could only follow the question of Mu Huai. "Don't you say that the half-orc is missing? How can it be resurrected?"

The youth paused and looked at Qin Mu’s eyes and turned thick: "The half-orcs are not missing. The half-beast is dead. The half-orcs without the dragons are not human opponents. In order not to be annihilated by humans, they choose to sink into the ground and wait for them. When the king returns, as long as the half-beast is resurrected, he can let the half-orcs who are in a deep sleep wake up in advance." After that, he had a spying in his eyes: "Do you know this secret as a half-orc?"

Qin Mu: "...I slept for too long, I don't remember anything."

This reason does not make Muhuai convinced.

It stands to reason that without the summons of the Half-Beasted King, those sleeping half-orcs need to sleep for five hundred years to wake up. It is only two hundred years now, how did this half-orc wake up? Mu Huai quietly looked at Qin Mu and asked for a long while, "What do you know?"

"I... I don't remember the old things at all." After slowly speaking, Qin Mu was busy with the topic: "Right, I want to ask you, are you not human? What is the benefit of the resurrection of the Orcs?" ?"

Mu Huai sinks his face. "This is not what you should ask."

Ok.

Qin Mu shrugged and asked: "What should I do?"

Mu Huai did not speak, but with a pale, slightly cool fingertips slowly outlined the face of Qin Mu, his movements were very slow, dry and thin fingers did not have any temperature, Qin Mu always felt that it was not a human hand, No matter the texture or the temperature, it is more like a corpse's hand. The shudder feels slowly as the spine rises up. Qin Mu's hands tremble, and the chain once again hits the gong.

The sudden sound made the youth return to God. He withdrew his finger and his tone was still very weak: "You are very similar to my lover who died. I will give you to him. The body of the half-beast is hidden by him. There is a very secret place, only he knows that place, I want you to gain his trust, and then transport the body of the half-beast king."

Having said that, Mu Huai paused for a moment and let go of his voice and said to himself: "It has been two hundred years since I said it, and the Half-Beast King is about to be resurrected."

Qin Mu grasped the key points in Mu Huai’s words. “How much?”

Mu Huai: "If I didn't see the person lying in the crystal coffin, I really thought he was resurrected."

So is it the same length? Is this a good clue that can help him find "memory"?

In the eyes of the flash of light, Qin Mu knows what he should do next.

"Right, if you don't remember anything, then do you remember your name?"

The youthful cold voice came in front of him, and Qin Mu casually said: "You call me Qin Mu."

"Qin Mu?"

The name was chewed in the mouth, and Mu Huai’s tone was a bit strange, and even the look of Qin Mu became dark and unclear.

Qin Mu looked inexplicable: "What happened?"

Mu Huai: "You know that the real name of the half-beast king is called Qin Mu."