Chapter 542: He who loves cuckold (4)

After finishing this action, before he could speak, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

It was like a moment when something was staring at me tightly.

He subconsciously turned around and then met the fierce gaze of one of the slaves.

It turned out to be my own slave. The frightened strong man glared back fiercely.

When he turned around again, he immediately changed his face.

A lot of Oh, my God came out, all of them complimenting the beautiful woman in front of me.

After listening to his nonsense, Yan Chumiao finally reached the point.

Minara had already paid to buy the slave, so she could take the person away directly next.

Yan Chumiao nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

It seemed that he didn't realize that someone would buy him, and the chosen slave suddenly raised his head again.

But this time Yan Chumiao didn't look at him.

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After returning to the manor, it was time for supper that Yan Chumiao mentioned the slave.

However, Minara's expression suddenly seemed very strange, even hard to describe.

After a while, she said it a little difficult.

"Oh, my God, I swear, he is really the ugliest person I have ever seen, he looks like the burned wood of Uncle Tom's house."

Yan Chumiao had never imagined what such a person would look like, and even became more interested in Minara's words.

"Let him come out, I want to see him," she said.

Minara tried her best to dissuade her, but in the end she could not change her mind, so she had no choice but to agree.

Soon the slave, he still had his hair disheveled, his hands and feet were heavy shackles, and every step he took would make a dull sound.

But the clothes on his body were changed, not the dirty clothes that could not be seen clearly, but the clothes of the servants in the manor.

His hair was also washed and still looked dry, but it was clean.

But - his skin looks particularly terrifying.

The skin color is white, but there are black scars on it. The new and old injuries are superimposed, which is definitely the result of years.

"Oh, my dear lady, look at him, damn it! You shouldn't look at him, he will only dirty your eyes."

However, her words only made Yan Chumiao feel noisy.

"Minara, go to the kitchen and see when my milk will be good, and wait there by the way."

Minara had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, she seemed reluctant and very worried.

Yan Chumiao did not look at her. Her eyes looked at the slaves not far away, with a little interest in her eyes.

This person looks really miserable.

But is it really miserable?

No one can see that she can easily see his disguise, even though he made it very real, and those wounds that were not real.

"Look up and let me see."

The slave obediently raised his head and showed a face that could be called extremely ferocious.

The face was covered with wounds, and the flesh was flying, like a sharp weapon. In short, no one was good.

However, Yan Chumiao still saw that it was all fake.

She seemed to be really scared, and after a while, she said it hard.

"Oh, my God, you look really ugly and unique. How did you do it?"

The slave did not speak.

At this time, a servant walked a few steps forward and answered for him.

"Oh, my dear lady, this is a mute who is born to hear no sound. Please forgive him for his rude behavior."

Yan Chumiao suddenly realized.

"Oh, my God, he looks so pitiful."

Her tone was extremely exaggerated, as if she was really pitying this person.

When Minara came back, she heard Yan Chumiao decide to let this person take care of her clothes.

How can this work?

Minara's first reaction was to stop it.

In her opinion, this person is really ugly. His existence is an insult to the lady's eyes, so how could he keep appearing next to the lady?

But Yan Chumiao insisted on doing this matter and didn't listen to anyone's words.

This matter was finally settled.

—

For the so-called task, Yan Chumiao still went out to walk around casually during the day, and often came back immediately before walking for a long time.

Minara didn't understand what she was interested in. She tried to introduce many things, but after finding that Yan Chumiao was not very interested, she had to stop thinking.

Next, Yan Chumiao did not mention the slave particularly.

But the two of them always meet every day, and Yan Chumiao would occasionally nod at him slightly, but he would not say a word.

The people in the manor are basically afraid of him, afraid of the wounds on his face, and even unwilling to see him.

But only she, except for the first time, seemed to be scared, and seemed to be careless behind her.

—

Three more days passed, and it slowly came to the first day when Jane Sier and Cruise met.

The two met at the same dance party.

The nobles in this plane are idle and like to do all kinds of banquets and dances.

To put it nicely, get together to chat and communicate with each other.

To put it bluntly, it is chaos, unruly and reasonable.

Cruise and Jane Sier met for the first time in such a place.

When Jane Sier was being made difficult, Cruise appeared and helped her.

After receiving the invitation, Yan Chumiao thought for a while and decided to go and take a look.

When you go to a dance, you naturally have to change into beautiful clothes.

And these are all prepared by that slave.

Of course, it wasn't all up to him, and Minara was also involved.

"Oh, my dear lady, I think this one is the most suitable for you. You see, he is so beautiful and so compatible with you..."

Minara loudly praised the dress she thought was the best, and even scraped her stomach and used all her words.

Yan Chumiao was too lazy to choose, so he nodded directly.

"Then that one."

Her decision made Minara even more excited, so Minara couldn't help but say more.

"Oh, my dear lady, you will definitely be the focus of today's banquet, everyone will be crazy for you, gentlemen will look forward to dancing with you, and you can..."

I don’t know which sentence touched the slave, but the slave suddenly looked up.

He didn't make any noise, Minara didn't notice it, but Yan Chumiao happened to see it.

She nodded slightly and then withdrew her gaze.

Minara was still talking nonstop, but she didn't interrupt, but she didn't listen carefully. After all, there was a lot of words, but there was no point in the focus, all of them were dispensable nonsense.

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When night falls, the dance party begins.
Chapter completed!