Long Snake Island.
On the second day after George Gong and others left, the weather was still hot, and the temperature was high and suffocating. Except for the very heat-resistant fire abilities, others were a bit embarrassed and drove to the beach salt field. The slaves who worked were swaying, and there were many even foaming mouths and fainting on the beach.
The guards who guard the slaves are more violent than ever, do not stop the whip and beat, use the military boots to kick, and linger in the mouth. The slaves who were smothered by the whip fell on the gravel, and the wound was extremely painful due to the stimulation of sea salt, making a miserable bark. This is a **** on earth. Living can only endure endless despair and pain, and can’t see a trace of hope and light, but they have no right to die, they can only be mortal.
However, among a group of desperate numb slaves, there is a tall figure hidden behind the person, avoiding the guard’s fallen whip and fists without any traces, trying not to hurt himself. His cold face was low and his back was squatting, posing a humble attitude. However, the deep eyes of the sand shimmered with the gritty light and the wild killing of the beast.
Grit your teeth, press the heart of your heart like a tidal wave, Douglas Dou put his hand into the trouser pocket, use a soft to incredible force to hold an already melted deformation, carefully wrapped in layers with plastic bags. Lollipop, cracked and peeling lips bloom with a gentle smile.
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