Wuming looked at the more than twenty slaves he had bought, especially the female general and the female guards around her. They were tired, with disheveled hair, and even more dirty.
I found an older man among the others and asked him to act as housekeeper first and take care of other people's houses. I threw him a large bag of gold coins for daily expenses.
Looking at the appearance of the twelve women, Wuming bought them back because he felt that they had martial arts skills and were not weak. You go down, wash up, change into clean clothes and come see me. Throw them a bag of money and leave.
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Miss, what do you think we should do? The master will not ask for it so soon,,,,,,,
The woman who was called the lady and was also their general shook her head lonely and threw the money to the woman. Go buy clothes and come back. Her voice was like winter ice, but very crisp.
The other women also stood silently, no one would be happy if they became slaves.
When Wuming saw them again, he first felt that the money was worth the money. The women who had washed off the dirt and put on a white dress were indescribably beautiful. They were all beautiful and fragrant, especially the general, who was so beautiful that it was dazzling, but he was cold.
It makes people's hearts freeze. Her beautiful black eyes are like ice and snow, her beautiful little nose, and the small curve of her lips seem to reject anyone thousands of miles away. At this moment, she is staring coldly at Wuming.
What a beauty of ice and snow. Wuming admired in his heart. He also thought that the way he looked just now was a kind of self-preservation. If it looked like this now, it might not be his turn to buy it. It was really unintentional. If he had the mentality of buying a beautiful woman, I guess
You can't buy them.
Wuming stood up and glanced at them gently: "If you are tired today, find your own room to rest. Tomorrow morning, put on clothes suitable for sword practice and come to the backyard." After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back.
"Miss, he is so strange. Not many people can calm down when they see you look like this, but he is so good-looking." A smiling girl who looked like a girl said with a smile. She may not be old and not
Others grimace like that.
"Eleven, you are still crazy now. When did you start appreciating whether a man is good-looking or not?" said a woman who looked relatively older and more mature.
"Fourth sister, Fang Zheng has reached this stage. He can only have fun in suffering. There is no use even looking sad."
"Yes, eleven is the best in this regard." Another plump and mature woman, probably around 26 or 7 years old, said. Her two peaks seemed to be about to burst out of her clothes.
They were all adopted by the female general's family. Except for the cold female general, their names followed that family's surname of Feng, and their names were replaced by numbers, starting from Feng Er to Feng Twelve.
At dawn the next day, Wuming came to the backyard and found them already there. He nodded approvingly. Today they were dressed in smart clothes and wearing a cloak, looking majestic and graceful without losing their softness.
"Tell me your names. Wuming stood there with his hands behind his back and didn't look at them."
Feng Wuhen, Feng Er,,,,,,,,,, Feng Twelve.
"From today on, you are a member of this family." After saying that, they took out their contract from the soul space and shook it into confetti with their palms. "You are free. If you want to leave, I can also give you money so that you can do the same."
It’s easy to leave. If you don’t want to leave, come and get a sword from me." After saying this, 12 three-foot green-edged swords were inserted into the ground.
Feng Wuhen stood silently, while the others looked at her helplessly.
She is very complicated inside. She wants to leave, but subconsciously she wants to stay.
The young man in front of me is very mysterious. One day he will become famous in the mainland and even make a difference. This is my intuition. Maybe he can help me. Can I leave? Although I am no longer a slave, this identity was given to me by him after all.
Repaying his kindness, can he leave? Does he really let him go, or is he playing hard to get? Could he really see what he is thinking?
Forget it, there is nothing better than getting rid of your status as a slave. There was a time when I wanted to die, but when I thought of my parents' unnecessary death, the seller who was seeking glory gritted his teeth and held on. If he hadn't been alert, he would have been hunted down many times, and even
He couldn't save his body, but when he finally fell down, he was sold into slavery. Fortunately, he was injured at the time, and he was dirty and smelled of blood, so no one noticed his appearance or took any notice of his body.
Silently he walked over and picked up a sword, and everyone else did the same.
Wuming also took out one and said, "I'll only practice it once. You have to remember it and get good at it. You don't have to do anything from now on. Practice the sword I teach you well. As for fighting spirit, it's up to you to practice it yourself."
The sword moves lightly, focus on speed, avoid hard collisions, step into the palace, nine stars,,,,,,,,,,, the nameless words are clearly passed into everyone's ears, they seem to see a beautiful woman
Just like dancing with a sword, there is no flaw to speak of, and every move is astonishing.
In the end, only Feng Wuhen could barely practice it, and the others were more or less forgotten. This female general has good qualifications. Wuming was thoughtful.
I had to practice it again and then give some guidance. There was no way to avoid physical contact. Wuming was very embarrassed at first, but they didn’t change much.,,,,,,,,,,,
They all had breakfast together, and Wuming didn't treat them as human beings. Wuming subconsciously rejected that kind of behavior.
After a few days of practicing getting along with everyone, especially Feng Shiyi and Feng Twelve, they are younger than Wuming. They are also lively and even naughty and are getting more and more mischievous. But fortunately, they will be very quiet when they are doing business or when Wuming is in a bad mood, so Wuming
It doesn't matter, it's just a child, but Wuming is very strict in sword training and doesn't care whether she is young or not.
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