Long held me into his arms regardless of my wishes. His arms were tighter and tighter than my struggle. I looked at the person kneeling on the ground, and there was no cuteness in my memory. The person I had been looking for showed me so humble, just like the maid who had made a mistake in my memory. They were all the same uneasiness, the same fear, and the same ignorance of fate leading them to death or punishment.

"Can you let me go?" I couldn't help but tremble. I came to this world, although it belonged to mine, although it was an illusory world, here I received the most sincere kindness, the warmest smile, and the most considerate comfort. In his thin body, there was integrity and persistence, the pursuit of beauty, and strong confidence, and these things were what I wanted.

"He has a smell," said Long. His arms were slightly loose. The place he was tightly tied up was very painful.

"Let him stand up and invite him into the room," I said. The room behind me was spent twenty taels of gold, which allowed him to calm down and relax. The money was still very valuable.

"Get up and talk," Long said. He held my belt and walked in, sat on the round stool in the middle of the guest. The things on the red round table had not moved except for the cup of tea.

The servant hooked his body, lowered his head, and stood outside the door. The clothes on him were still the same as he remembered. The clothes were clean and there were tiny patches. You could not see them without looking carefully. The clothes were a little small, revealing their white ankles. The shoes were still wearing the same pair of shoes, and the shoes were also clean.

"Come in." Long said to him.

The servant was slightly stunned for a moment, kicked in and stood at the other end of the round table.

I struggled to get over, but was hooked by the waist. I regretted how I made such a vow so casually. I had to rely on myself to earn my first fortune and throw it to those little beggars.

"Raise your head." Long said.

The servant did not hesitate. His eyes were as clear as water in his memory, but his face was tight and his lips were pursed.

"Is it him?" Long moved me. I nodded and pushed Long's arm away, "Let me go, I'm going to go."

"No." Long said firmly.

"I'm going to talk to him."

"The same is true here. You both go out and close the door," Long said.

The door closed, blocking the eyes of the curious people outside the door. At this time, there were only three of us in the room, and I was sitting on my lap in the posture shown in the picture.

"It's you." The servant said. He recognized me, his face still tense.

"You scared him." I turned my head and complained to Long, seeing him looking at me strangely, like an old flower looking at me, trying to find out from me why I didn't eat or lose weight.

"Why are you looking at me like this? I just want to see him." I really can't find the reason why he looked at me like this. I have been living under his constraints.

"Don't touch him," Long said.

"Don't touch." I nodded. His request was very strange. In order to hold him, I will definitely meet his request.

"Okay." He let go of me.

I stood up and slowly walked to the servant. In the past, he was always standing on the steps, and when I looked at him, I needed to raise my head slightly. Now, when I looked at him like this, he was only slightly taller than me. He looked at me with pure eyes, and his face was still tense.

"You still remember me." I tilted my head and looked at him. I looked ordinary and dressed in men's clothes. I was a little unfamiliar with me in the mirror. How could he recognize me?

"Remember, the young man is ignorant and the young man is rich. I asked the young man to return the thirty copper coins I gave to the young man."

"In this way, do you think we can clear the two sides?" I followed his words and continued.

"Young Master comes to see the young man, but I don't know what's wrong. You are stupid. Please let me make it clear."

"Explanation? OK!" I rushed over, hugged him tightly, and said loudly, "I'm glad to see you again!" This is what I said in my heart. I can't give him any substantial things, let alone my promise. I am now free of food and clothing, and I have money, and it is also given by the person behind me. If he wants to take it, I will definitely be the one who is ragged on the street looking for opportunities to make money.

"Let go!" A loud shout came from behind.

I want to hold him, so naturally I won't let go of him at this time.

"What do you want to give to him? I'll give to him!" the person behind him said angrily.

I hurriedly let go, took two steps back, and fell into Long's arms. His chest was like a fist, hitting my back.

"What do you want?" Long said.

"Young people don't want anything," said the servant.

"Shut up! I didn't ask you!" Long said.

I think my ears will definitely be damaged, which is one of the channels for finding fun in my boring life every day.

"I'll ask him." I shouted hurriedly.

"Shut up!" Long gritted his teeth and said.

I shut my mouth seriously, smiled with a smile on my face, and grimaced at the servant opposite me. Unexpectedly, the servant actually hugged his stomach and laughed. Is this the one he just now? The servant with strong self-discipline?

Long didn't see my expression, but quickly understood what he meant. He twisted my body and pressed my face into his arms. After the servant laughed enough, he said, "I know your situation. I will whitewash your sister's identity and give you a new life. Are you satisfied?"

The servant didn't say anything. I thought Long was scaring him with me on his back. What identity should be whitewashed? What is a new life? Who would want to give up his current life and start over? Long fainted me. I was so angry that I would definitely find a way to escape from his palm in the future.

When I woke up, I was already lying on the big bed and started living a life of cage again.

"You are awake." The gentle voice of a woman was asked about me.

"Who are you? When will the master be arranged here?" I turned over and sat up. The woman standing by the bed lowered her head and knelt on the ground. She said, "Thank you for your kindness. You have saved our siblings from the sea of ​​suffering. You are the recreational parents of our siblings. We siblings will definitely repay you to your kindness."

"I? I don't understand what you said."

"Do you still remember Ash?"

"Xiaozhi? Who is Xiaozhi?" I was even more confused.

"In the Red Hall, the servant you are looking for is Xiaozhi, this is his sister." Lung held a white tray, and there was a bowl on it, which smelled bitter.

"Who is sick?" I asked, pointing my finger at the woman in front of me.

"She's fine. You are the one who takes the medicine." Long said.

"I'm not sick! Why do I take medicine?!" I'm most afraid of pain, cold, heat, bitterness, sourness and spicyness.

"Drink or not is not your final say. You go out and let Xiaozhi come in." said Long.

Long held the plate and did not approach me. I was just thinking that this was what I wanted to drink. I had retreated to the corner of the bed, carried the quilt over and hugged it in front of my chest. If he dared, I would cover the quilt on his head and beat him up.

Xiaozhi, it is really the servant I met. It’s true that people rely on clothes. They are wearing white clothes, tied neatly into a bun, tied with white belts, and a beautiful young man.

"Why are you here?" I asked. I put down the quilt in my hand, walked from the corner of the bed to the edge of the bed, squatted down, and asked him with my head raised.

"The consul asked me to say goodbye to you," said Xiaozhi.

Takara put the tray in his hand in Xiaozhi's hand, picked up the bowl on the tray, stirred it with a spoon a few times, blew away the heat floating on the bowl, and slowly approached me.

I looked at Xiaozhi, then at him and the bowl in his hand. There was a spicy smell in the bitter smell. I hesitated and couldn't make up my mind whether I should avoid it or cooperate with drinking the things in the bowl.

"After my family fell, my sister and I were bought into a brothel by our elders. We live like years every day, and life is worse than death. Fortunately, the young master comes to help."

After I took the first sip of the medicine, I shivered a lot and he stopped.

"Continue. But, what is a brothel?" I said.

Xiaozhi's face was pale in an instant. Is this his dilemma? After I took the second sip of the potion, I quickly waved my hand, "No need to say it."

"The people in the brothels are all without dignity, freedom, and the toys of rich people." He said this, and I compared the purpose of the toys with them. This made me feel heartbroken than the potion in front of me. This world was created by me, and such games were also created by the people I created. Isn't it said that simple people, the world is simple? I have always adhered to my simplicity and dared not let me have delusions about everything, and how could the world I created and the people I created have these delusions?
Chapter completed!