Medical Consort Raises the Hell

The Barbarian King felt his heart calming down. The calmness that he had never experienced before had never been like this.

What calmed him down was the Falcon Slave, the slave he had snatched from the Tianyuan Kingdom many years ago.

The Barbarian King smiled and looked at him condescendingly. He then looked at him condescendingly and said, "Since you're back, you better stay by my side."

"You're not going to ask me about all these years?"

"That's not important."

The Falcon Slave lowered his eyelids, covering up all the emotions in his eyes.

"Don't let me find out that you want to escape. I caught you and broke both your legs. From now on, you'll have to crawl on the ground like a dog!"

"Why don't you break my legs now, Barbarian King?"

Shi Mu raised his eyes and looked at the Barbarian King with a provocative look. His face was filled with stubbornness.

The Barbarian King, who had caused countless valiant generals in the northern region to kneel on the ground without daring to breathe, and who no one had ever dared to look straight at, stared at him proudly just like that. He did not want to avoid the Barbarian King's gaze at all.

"You, after so many years, are still unwilling to change your temperament?"

"I am who I am."

The Barbarian King smiled and nodded. He had actually tolerated this lowly slave who had dared to offend him. He treated the noble man with such rudeness. "That's right, you are you. There won't be a second Falcon Slave in this world."

The Falcon slave coldly turned his head away. In order to survive, to not be abused and humiliated by countless people, he chose to kneel at the feet of this chief, and was willing to obey the orders of the Barbarian Master.

Every time he thought about it, the endless and humiliating days in the northern region, it felt as if his heart was being bitten by a venomous snake!