After more than half an hour, the team entered a canyon terrain, with dense forests on both sides and a passage about two meters wide in the middle.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was slightly westward and could not shine on the canyon. After walking under the scorching sun for a long time, I felt a rare feeling of coolness.

The leader of the team commanded the soldiers of his subordinates: "There is no shade within ten miles ahead. Let's rest here for a while and eat some dry food."

"Yes, sir."

The trooper looked at the dazed Yang Yifei again, and said, "Give some water and food to this guy. He is the strongest among these slaves. One person can bear five or six labor. Don't let him die."

An old man snorted coldly: "I've been hungry for three days, and I believe he has learned a lesson. A mere slave dares to learn from others and win people's hearts, hum."

Another soldier laughed and patted his shoulder and said, "You are too sensitive. When you arrive at the mine, he will soon know the preciousness of food. It would be nice not to steal other people's food at that time. Do you dare to share the food with others?"

"Besides, so what if he wins people's hearts? What kind of storm can a little bit of meat make?"

The soldiers distributed food and water, and only a steamed bun that was so hard that it could choke and a bamboo tube of water. They could not eat enough, but they could not starve to death. In this way, the slaves had no strength to resist.

A soldier walked to Yang Yifei and Ma Yan with steamed buns and water, handed them to Ma Yan, and shouted to Yang Yifei again: "It's time to eat."

At this time, the other twenty-eight slaves had already sat on the ground and seized the time to take advantage of this rare opportunity to recover their strength.

Only Yang Yifei was still standing blankly, like a lifeless statue. If he didn't sit down, Ma Yan, who was locked with him, could not sit down either.

Faced with the soldiers' shouts, Yang Yifei stood there as if he hadn't heard it, looking straight ahead, but the focus of his eyes was not sure where he stopped.

"I told you to eat, did you hear it? Damn, who would you show me when you are desperate?" The soldier was furious when he saw that Yang Yifei did not respond, and kicked Yang Yifei in the stomach.

Yang Yifei suffered this kick and fell back unsteadily. Seeing this, Ma Yan hurriedly reached out to support him and said to the soldiers: "Mr. Jun is kind. He hasn't eaten for three days. If he fights again, he will die."

The soldier snorted coldly, took back his feet that he wanted to kick out again, stuffed the steamed buns and bamboo tubes into Ma Yan's hand, and shouted: "See a way to let him eat it. If he doesn't eat it, you can die for me!"

After saying that, the soldier put his left hand on the waist knife around his waist and glanced at Ma Yan with a cold look. Ma Yan was so shocked that he turned around and left with a despicable smile, took out the baking bag from his bag, found a shaded place to sit down and eat it.

Ma Yan looked at the steamed bun in his hand, swallowed, endured his hunger, first put his own in his pocket, then broke off a piece and handed it to Yang Yifei's mouth, and said, "Brother Yang, eat some! Living is better than dying."

"I don't know what kind of suffering you have in your heart that makes you so dazed, but no matter how hard you are, people still have to live."

After Ma Yan finished speaking, he stuffed the steamed buns into Yang Yifei's mouth, but found that he had no idea what was going on in his mouth. He still looked like he was wandering around the sky, but he just wrapped the food in his mouth, but did not sniff.

Sighing, Ma Yan poured some water into Yang Yifei's mouth and advised: "Brother Yang, eat a little bit no matter what! There is always hope in life. If you die, you will be gone."

Ma Yan said that, looking at the soldiers over there, shivered in the soldiers' fierce eyes, and said sadly: "If you don't eat, I will suffer."

Yang Yifei never responded. After a while, the soldiers who had eaten and drunk enough came over. Looking at Yang Yifei who was still stupid and stupid, and the steamed buns that had not moved much in Ma Yan's hands, their eyes narrowed slightly, "What's going on?"

Ma Yan said panickedly: "June, if he doesn't eat, I can't even stuff it in."

The soldier glared and said, "You want to keep it for yourself, right?"

Ma Yan said anxiously: "I don't. The villain swears to the sky and never thought of eating it by himself."

"Swoosh"

"Bang"

The sound of the whip slashing through the air sounded, and a blood mark appeared on Ma Yan's face, "Ah... Jun Ye, you're kind, you're kind, the little man feed him again immediately, and you'll feed him..."

"A lowly slave, you can't even do this, what's the point of doing?" The soldier scolded and raised his whip again.

"Bang"

A bloodstain appeared on the back of Ma Yan's hand covering his face, "Ah... stop hitting me, please stop hitting me..."

Faced with Ma Yan's begging for mercy, the soldiers had no intention of stopping. The annoyance of the past few days of traveling, the anxious temper of being roasted by the scorching sun burst out and vented wildly at Ma Yan through the whip.

Ma Yan's face was so painful that he was distorted. He had no choice but to avoid the whip, and he was afraid that the whip would fall on Yang Yifei, so he had to twist his body and block Yang Yifei's side, facing the whip with his back, gritting his teeth and rushing.

Poor this loyal little boy, who had no ability to resist, could only let the whip fall helplessly. Every time he took a whip, his whole body trembled with pain. After more than a dozen whips were whipped, his back was covered in blood, and the clothes on his back were also plucked into rag strips.

The other slaves saw it and were afraid that they would eat food silently in their hearts. No one dared to make a sound, and there was endless despair and fear in their eyes.

No one came to stop this soldier, including the gang leader, but instead watched the show with gloating.

I don’t know how many whips I was, but Yang Yifei, who was protected by him, finally made a move. His eyes regained their spirits. The moment he woke up, he shouted loudly: “Stop.”

The soldier naturally would not listen to Yang Yifei, so he still raised his hand and pulled it down. Yang Yifei's eyes condensed, and he saw the whip coming, reached out and grabbed it, and grabbed it.

The soldier was shocked and pulled his arm back with force, but it didn't pull it.

He is just an ordinary soldier. Although he has a certain degree of body refining, he has no internal strength. As a special forces soldier, Yang Yifei's strength is naturally not weak.

However, Yang Yifei didn't do much. In fact, he can't do anything now.

I don’t know when the shuttle between the heavens will start. He will not make unnecessary resistance before he gains enough strength to resist through the golden finger.

"June Jun is angry, the villain will eat now. The villain was in a semi-coma before and neglected June Jun. In the future, the villain will definitely work hard and not give June June a hint."

After Yang Yifei finished speaking, he let go of the whip, held Ma Yan's bloody body with one hand, picked up the steamed buns that fell to the ground because Ma Yan was beaten, and took a big bite.

The soldier saw Yang Yifei coming up and then his anger disappeared. He glanced at Yang Yifei, snorted coldly, put away his whip and turned around and left.

Yang Yifei then looked at Ma Yan, his eyes full of distress. On earth, this is just a boy who has just entered high school!

"I'm sorry, I not only have you taken care of me for most of the day, but also made you whip me."

Listening to Yang Yifei's apologetic voice, Ma Yan forced a smile at him and wanted to calm his heart. Unexpectedly, as soon as he twitched his skin, his lips were so blue that his face was white, and the muscles on the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

"No... it doesn't matter. I used to... I often got used to being whipped by those powerful people."
Chapter completed!