The boy's bangs were very long and heavy, and the entire forehead was covered, and even his eyes were half covered.

Not very energetic.

He sat on the iron stone in the shooting range, wearing the costumes of the Hou Mansion.

Hearing this, he raised his head and his eyes trembled.

The leader of the Shadow Guard, is he?

The boy swallowed his saliva and looked at Chu Yue in shock.

He is always the brilliance of rice grains, humble and lowly, struggling in this world.

No one has ever believed him.

"Come here." Chu Yue shouted.

After a while, the young man stood up after realizing it, came to her side, and took a few steps back with some restraint.

"What's your name?" Chu Yue asked.

"Ye Gucheng." The boy seemed to have not spoken for many years, his voice was dull and he spoke very hard.

The lonely city...

Chu Yue was slightly stunned.

This other world has a very feudal saying about naming.

The name of this boy doesn't sound very auspicious.

"He can't do it." An older mansion soldier suddenly said seriously.

In fact, after watching Chen Yun and Ye Chuyue’s exchange, the soldiers of the palace were not so resistant to Ye Chuyue.

Chu Yue asked, "Why?"

Before the soldiers could reply, the boy lifted up the bangs on his forehead and exposed his entire face.

Beautiful, monstrous, and a hint of danger!

The boy's eyes were as clear as amber, but like a wounded beast, with hatred for the world.

What made Chu Yue's eyes shrink violently was that the boy's forehead was cruelly carved with a knife to create a blood-colored word "slave".

"Because, I am a ninth-class bastard slave." Ye Gucheng said in a calm tone: "I am not qualified to serve as the leader. Please ask the little master to choose another person."

In Lingtian Continent, people are divided into classes and are divided into different levels.

Among them, the eighth grade is worse than the pig and dog, and the ninth grade is a lowly slave. No matter where you are, you can't raise your head.

Once you are branded as a ninth-class low-class low-level slave, then everyone can bully the low-class slave for life!

Ye Gucheng lowered his head, and his thick bangs covered his forehead and beautiful and charming eyes.

He wished he could turn himself into a speck of dust and hide in the darkness that no one cared about.

Shen Qingfeng leaned into Chu Yue's ear and said, "He is the last prince and the last citizen of the Beihan Empire. He was once named Ye Jinghong. This name was chosen by him."

There are thousands of tombs and a lonely city.

So, is it such a sad name?

"It's him." Chu Yue said: "There is no law on Lingtian Continent and Shenwu Empire that stipulate that ninth-class lowly slaves should not be appointed!

Ye Gucheng looked at her deeply, with a complex look surging in his eyes.

"Miss Ye San, if you want a ninth-class lowly slave to be the leader of the Shadow Guard, you will be ridiculed." You Mansion said.

Chu Yue curled her lips and smiled, "Thirty years, Hedong and thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man poor. Today he is a ninth-class lowly slave, how can he not reach the top of ten thousand people in the future?"

This sentence made Ye Gucheng's heart, which had been silent for many years, suddenly hit.

The blood that had been cold for a long time seemed to be a little hot as fire?

He looked at the girl's eyes and turned red as if they were stuck in his throat.

Is it the top of thousands of people...

There was a hint of yearning in his eyes!

Chu Yue looked at him: "Will you?"

"I..." Ye Gucheng murmured for a long time, as firm as iron: "I'm willing!"

"When you take the first step and cross mountains and rivers, it's just a matter of time." Chu Yue said: "Look at you tomorrow. Comb your hair and be a ninth-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-class low-
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