1769: C1769 I Can't Even be a Slave

C1769 I Can't Even be a Slave

Pah...

A loud slap was heard, and Faang Fann indifferently withdrew his hand.

"Pay attention to your posture!"

"You are my Battle Slave!"

"This is the first time I have ever done something like this. I can choose to forgive you. If you continue to be rude, just kill me! "

"Gather the 308 bronze legions! Prepare to follow me to battle!"

Faang Fann shouted coldly. His eyes flashed with a bright light. Various thoughts churned in his mind. Everything had been settled!

It was this feeling that had become especially real in an invisible way!

The captain hot spring of the Bronze Corps suddenly calmed down after being slapped. He took a deep breath and quietly stepped back.

He had only been unable to bear it at the beginning, but when he regained his senses, he instantly fell silent...

He had already lost all his chips! At this moment, other than being forced to accept it, he was also forced to accept it. Could there be a better way?

Either he would die, or he would choose to listen to Faang Fann's orders and become Faang Fann's Battle Slave.

All kinds of complicated thoughts spun in the hot spring's mind. Finally, he opened his mouth and lowered his head in silence...

"Yes... Yes... ... Master..."

The hot spring proudly lowered its head. The repression and madness in its eyes were vividly displayed, but in the end, it all turned into a sigh... In the end, it could only silently lower its head and let everything disperse with the smoke...

If one wanted to live, one could only choose to accept it...

The central military tent suddenly fell into silence. Its breathing was exceptionally clear...

Faang Fann's gaze swept the surroundings, and he saw the former Inspection Inspector Xin An of the First Black Iron Corps.

"Don't... Don't kill me..."

"I... I won't say anything. ... Really..."

" And... I can become Battle Slave. I can also become Battle Slave... "

Xin An was about to cry. It was too tragic! He couldn't continue living these days.

An hour ago, he was even planning how to harm Faang Fann. How long had it been? Had everything changed? It had completely changed...

The change was too great, it was a bit shocking.

"One-Star Saint realm..."

"Hehe...! Unfortunately, I don't need a Battle Slave like you..."

"You're going to waste a Saint Battle Slave card on me if I let you think of me as Battle Slave, is that okay..."

Faang Fann silently walked forward, raised his sword, and swung it down, killing Xin An who was bound by the sword.

The smell of blood in the central tent became stronger and stronger.

The blood splashed on the hot spring's face, making him feel a warm feeling.

He took a deep breath. He knew very well that if he had continued to resist, or if he had provoked some sort of killing intent, he would have ended up like Xin An, dead for sure...2

Now, his life had been saved.

"Pack up his corpse and record it in the battle report after we return from the Demon Heart City..."

"Record 308 bronze legion's 1st Black Iron legion's supervisor, xin An, was killed by Dark Alliance's cultivator in the battle!"

Faang Fann made further arrangements. He thought that such an arrangement was very reasonable. At least, if he analyzed it from a comprehensive perspective, he could avoid the Temple's suspicion on him to a large extent.

It was necessary to choose to lie low before the foundation was not strong enough.

If the Temple of Light found out about what happened today, he would basically be finished.

To the Temple of Light, what they needed was a docile sheep and a mighty warrior, not a wise and fierce Wolf King. The rules were obvious.

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