Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 781 Request from Larel 11
Faced with Larel's repeated provocations, this time the farmer finally went berserk, completely ignoring the need for this slave to appease the unicorn when the mercury was infused the day after tomorrow.

With a sound of "snap", the whip in his hand whizzed towards He Xiaoman's open arms and chest.

The shabby dark brown burlap vest was immediately torn apart, and a bloody gash was drawn directly on the arm.

It can be seen how sincerely Jerome whipped the whip.

"Xi Yuyu! Xi Yuyu!"

The unicorn in the stable has habitually held its head up and ready to neigh, but the crossbar above its head prevents it from doing so.

"Stop! Mr. Jerome! The unicorn is angry now!"

The whip that Jerome wanted to swing stopped in mid-air, but he had already made up his mind that once the unicorn was carried away, he would immediately send the idiot Larel to the plantation, no, no, he would Sell ​​him, sell this idiot to the ring, and watch how those people punch the idiot's guts and squirt them out of their mouths.

At this time, boxing gloves had not yet been invented, and the rules of boxing were chaotic. Most of the rules were based on the fact that one party was killed or voluntarily surrendered before the end of the round.

The bloody fights between boxers are far more brutal than horse racing, but the income is pitifully low.

Because most of them are slaves who were looted and sold everywhere.

He Xiaoman didn't care about the blood gurgling from the wound on his arm, he asked the "veterinarian" angrily: "Actually, you, no, doctors, you, you, didn't want to save the unicorn, did you?"

Now that the matter is over, these people don't want to deceive this slave who speaks out of nowhere.

"Yes, if you cooperate with us, after completing the task, we will help you ask your master to forgive you, and even ask for some rewards for you."

"You guys are going to kill, unicorns, right?"

He Xiaoman asked again.

Several people looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

The unicorn was still snorting, as if to stop Larel, and weeping. If He Xiaoman turned around, he would find that the hair under the corners of the unicorn's eyes had been wet.

The unicorn is crying.

But it still stood obediently, like a sad child calling for its mother to turn around and hug it.

He Xiaoman was very depressed.

Are you still angry?Obviously unicorns can understand simple conversations, why don't they go berserk?
This feeling makes me want to say something dirty.

The unicorn is trying to endure for Larel, but He Xiaoman is trying to anger Jerome so that the unicorn can survive. The more the unicorn endures, the more He Xiaoman will suffer until achieve their own goals.

Who told Larel to put a precondition on her task, and it must not go against the wishes of the unicorn.

——It is forbidden to insult the host client with language during the mission, although Boob also thinks so.

Ok.

The sky and the earth are big, and the host is the largest.

"Jerome, you, ungrateful, hypocritical man! Unicorn, it, it saved you!"

He Xiaoman's words were like lifting Jerome's fig leaf, and the embarrassed and angry Jerome finally started to frantically whip this stupid pig without any scruples.

In order to achieve the effect he wanted, He Xiaoman fell on his back after being whipped in the face, staring fixedly at the unicorn that was about to spit out flames from its nostrils.

Suddenly saw that Larael's face was covered with blood, and when Jerome swung his whip at him again——

"Xi Yu Yu~"

With the furious hiss of the unicorn, the wooden pole was uprooted, and a group of gray shadows limped towards the exclamation of several members of the mummy production team, and the wooden pole as thick as an arm was broken. Some were still hanging on the unicorns, and the jingling and clanging along the way was extremely lively.

"It's over, God, it's over!"

Some people cursed angrily, some called He Xiaoman to stop the unicorn quickly, and some people were so frightened that they froze in place and murmured: "This is impossible, I haven't eaten for seven days, how can it still have such great strength?"

The furious unicorn bumped its steps and dragged the long and short wooden poles to the place where He Xiaoman fell, and then... lay down.

amount.

He Xiaoman really wanted to die.

This obviously meant to die here with her.

This wave of operations was outrageous, and He Xiaoman knew that she was self-defeating.

Jerome took the opportunity to call the servants in the manor and Johannes, who had been down for half a day, and ordered them to control the unicorn and drag it back to the stable.

This is absolutely not allowed, He Xiaoman didn't know whether his eyes were bloodshot from the beating or the blood from his face dripped into his eyes, anyway, his face was blood red!
If the unicorn was dragged back, wouldn't her beating all day long be for nothing?

She staggered up like a drunk, trying to pull away the servant who was trying to control the unicorn with all her strength.

Those people understood that Larel was worth less to Jerome than a pig these days.

Naturally, he wouldn't be too polite to her.

The hard-soled pigskin short boots kicked on her body like a rainstorm, on her face.

God assisted Jerome finally shouted the line that He Xiaoman wanted to hear the most: "Drag Larael, that stupid pig, to me first and kill him! Kill him!"

The unicorn, which was dying and lying obediently, really ran away this time.

Supported by only three legs, it still jumped up under the siege of more than ten people, caught up with He Xiaoman and lowered his head to signal her to hug his neck.

Although I know the unicorn's steed, it is really astonishing that this horse still has such amazing power after being tortured for so long and has a broken leg.

He Xiaoman obediently stretched out his hand to hug the unicorn: "They are going to kill me."

He Xiaoman murmured: "They, scoundrels!"

A look of tenderness flashed in the unicorn's eyes, twisted its neck, hummed twice, and ran wildly.

Direction, outside the manor!
He Xiaoman was about to cry, my ancestor, you finally got the hang of it!

The people behind were chasing after him. That was a horse bought by the June Lotus Association for [-] gold coins.
Although the unicorn rushed out of the prison with a tyrannical spirit, after all, it hadn't eaten for seven days, and it was only fed some water and antiseptic drugs every day. In addition, it still had a broken leg, so naturally it couldn't run fast.

Most people think that horses run on their hooves, that is, their feet, but this is not the case.

Horses are odd-toed ungulates. The four hooves they use to run, jump and walk are actually the tips of the middle toes of the horse, not the entire sole of the foot.

In order to be able to run fast, horses have evolved slender limbs that are completely incompatible with their huge bodies. Once a support point is lost, a quarter of the weight of about [-] kilograms will be distributed to the other three legs. For horses, it is simply a disaster.

In modern equestrian competitions, once a horse breaks its leg, it is basically euthanized.

The unicorn, which was already old, weak, and sick, now dragged a pure humanoid pendant around its neck, so it couldn't run very far.

The distance between the pursuers is getting closer and closer.

When running past a haystack, He Xiaoman softly ordered: "Unicorn, hide behind!"

The limping and dying unicorn didn't even think about it, and decisively stopped and turned over.

Johannes, who was panting and running at the front, saw that they didn't continue to run, but hid behind the haystack, and suddenly came over with a grin.

He signaled the soldiers behind to split into two groups and outflank them, while sneering, "Old...old man, now...is it time... to start playing hide-and-seek?"

(End of this chapter)