The Perfect Destiny

Translator: StormFrost

Editor: Misogi

Primitive Society is Good [3]

The slave brand was dyed with a special plant’s branch and leaf then seared on with iron. This kind of mark must exist on every slave’s body, especially for Chen Liguo who was another tribe’s priest.

The reason why Lang Qing hadn’t urgently gotten this brand seared on was simply due to him fearing that Chen Liguo’s body was too weak and would thus have trouble healing from the injury afterward and dying directly like that.

However, after several days of observation, Lang Qing realized that Chen Liguo’s health was actually pretty good and the priest of their tribe was constantly urging him, so this matter was finally put on the agenda.

The little priest had known for a while that he would be branded. However, when the day came his face was still white, panic and despair visible in his expression.

Lang Qing wasn’t moved. He held the vine around Chen Liguo’s neck and headed towards their tribal priest’s residence.

Unlike Chen Liguo, the priest of Lang Qing’s tribe was an old man. He was very good at observing the weather and helped Lang Qing’s tribe avoid many natural disasters, so he received everyone’s respect.

When Lang Qing brought Chen Liguo in the priest was boiling a pot of who knows what herbs.

Lang Qing looked at him and said, "I’ve brought him to get the brand."

The priest looked back at the two men, nodded, and then walked into another room.

A moment later he brought out a stove and branding iron.

The branding iron was about a quarter of a palm and was burning very red in the fire at this time. With one glance Chen Liguo could feel his skin ache.

The priest asked, "Brand where?"

As the master, Lang Qing had the right to choose the place to brand. However, after taking a careful look at Chen Liguo, he realized that he liked every inch of Chen Liguo’s skin and was unwilling to have a single place be destroyed.

The priest wasn’t in a hurry either, so he waited with his eyes half narrowed.

If it was an average person, the placing of the brand would depend on the priest’s mood. However, who told Lang Qing to be the number one warrior in their tribe? He had also spent so much money in exchange for Zhi Shui. Thus, hesitation was allowed.

Finally, Lang Qing managed to decide on a place——It would be branded on the right of Chen Liguo’s waist.

Chen Liguo who stood next to Lang Qing was already trembling slightly from the beginning. However, when he heard this, his trembling became worse. He said, "No——"

With Lang Qing’s strength, wanting to hold Chen Liguo in place was simply too easy. He softly pressed Chen Liguo into his arms and nodded to the priest.

The priest wasn’t the least bit hesitant. He dyed the branding iron with a special coloring agent and sealed it onto Chen Liguo’s waist just like that.

The fiery red branding iron made contact with the tender skin and a "zizz" sound could be heard. Chen Liguo could smell the scent of barbeque and let out a wretched cry. The strength of his struggling also increased.

Lang Qing continued to hold Chen Liguo and watched the brand finish taking form.

Their tribe’s slave mark was a beautiful lotus flower. At this time its shape couldn’t be seen too well. It would take some time before the brand would finish forming.

"Let me go——" The little slave let out a crumbling-like cry. With this brand imprinted on his body, he was no longer a noble priest and was instead reduced to a lowly slave. Even if the survivor of his original tribe rescued him, he would never be able to live how he had in his original tribe.

Perhaps the pain weakened Zhi Shui’s strength or perhaps the mental despair made him give up all resistance, but after being branded Zhi Shui no longer struggled around wildy and just silently shed tears while being held by Lang Qing.

Seeing this, Lang Qing didn’t have any intention of comforting him at all. After the branding was finished he picked up Chen Liguo and left.

Chen Liguo shrunk into Lang Qing’s embrace like a pitiful child, crying to the point that he was almost convulsing.

The contrast between the blue brand and Chen Liguo’s skin was so striking it burned away at the little priest’s weak nerves. Lang Qing put him on the bed and said, "I need to go out for a bit."

Chen Liguo ignored him.

Lang Qing pulled him up and bit him on the lips. His action wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t until Chen Liguo looked at him with teary eyes that he said, "Remember, you are my slave. What I say, you need to obey well."

Chen Liguo let out a sob and didn’t answer.

Lang Qing seemed to be somewhat agitated. He put Chen Liguo on the bed and walked away.

Chen Liguo turned his head to look at the slave brand on his waist and said with horror, "Tong-er, it looks so painful."

The system said, "It’s still alright."

Chen Liguo couldn’t help but sing: "With a grateful heart, I give thanks to you" As he sang this he formed a heart with his hands and send it to the system.

The system had nothing to say to Chen Liguo. In order to protect the safety and health of the host their headquarters specifically developed this function to prevent the host from being injured by the original inhabitants of some worlds.

The system only blocked Chen Liguo’s sense of pain for that part of his waist, so Chen Liguo didn’t need to be afraid of other parts of his body not feeling pain and therefore his acting skills would not be affected.

The system said, "What do you plan to do concerning the daughter of fate?" Chen Liguo was a slave right now and a slave had no right to go out. How was he supposed to get close to the daughter of fate?

Chen Liguo was frank and honest. "I don’t know."

System: "......"

Chen Liguo profoundly said, "When the boat gets to the pier-heart, it would go straight with the current. Let’s take it one step at a time."

System: "......" It actually kind of wanted to undo the pain shield.

Lang Qing returned very quickly after leaving. When he came back he had herbs in his hand. It seemed like they were specially prepared for Chen Liguo.

Chen Liguo lay on the bed and sobbed silently, not paying attention to Lang Qing at all. Lang Qing didn’t mind. After grinding the herbs he put them on Chen Liguo little by little.

Lang Qing was a little uneasy, the little slave’s body was too weak. He had seen many slaves that were unable to survive after being branded, so he was afraid that the little slave wouldn’t be able to hold on.

This night the two did not share the same bed.

Chen Liguo slept on Lang Qing’s bed but it was unknown where Lang Qing was.

As Chen Liguo thought ’this bastard couldn’t have found a woman to spend the night with right?’, while being muddleheaded, he fell asleep.

Before dawn Lang Qing returned to Chen Liguo’s side. His body was still wet with dew but he paid it no mind as he quickly walked to Chen Liguo and then reached out to feel his forehead.

As soon as the back of his hand touched Chen Liguo’s forehead Lang Qing’s heart sank——It was very hot. Sure enough, Zhi Shui had gotten a fever.

In the tribe, having a fever was a very serious illness; a bad one could even kill. The little slave’s body was so weak, could he really get past it? Lang Qing’s mood was a little agitated.

Chen Liguo groggily woke up feeling weak all over.

As he opened his eyes, it took a long time for them to focus and see Lang Qing sitting in front of him.

"So hot......" Chen Liguo murmured.

Lang Qing stroked his bright red cheek and said, "I’ll go find medicine."

Chen Liguo asked, his voice trembling, "Am I going to die?"

Lang Qing pursed his lips.

Chen Liguo said, "Dying is also good...... A priest becoming a slave, I should have died earlier." These words should have been buried deep inside his heart but his illness made him lose some of his self-control, so he couldn’t help but say them aloud.

Lang Qing coldly said, "You won’t die."

Chen Liguo could only silently shed tears.

Lang Qing left again.

Chen Liguo indeed had a sharp fever. If it were an ordinary person they would already be in a semi-coma. However, he didn’t fall into a stupor and instead chatted with the system in high spirits.

The system was annoyed by Chen Liguo to the point of no return and threatened that if he continued to talk nonsense it would shut down the pain shield.

Chen Liguo said, "Ha, will I be threatened by a trifling pain shield?" Three seconds after he said this Chen Liguo miserably shrieked, "Ahhhh, it hurts ahhhh, daddy, love me once more!"

The shield function was turned on again. This time Chen Liguo didn’t continue taking liberties with the system but instead started severely criticizing the residues of feudalistic thinking. He said that this kind of brand was not something a human should endure. If he really had been branded, he would probably already be delirious from the pain and start speaking nonsense.

The system coldly said, "You speak nonsense usually."

Chen Liguo had an innocent expression. "Do I?"

System: "......" Is calling a system ’daddy’ nonsense or not?

Lang Qing had left to find medicine. When he came back he noticed that the little slave was unconscious. He lay on the bed with tears on his face. His originally rosy lips were now pale, but his originally white skin was now stained with crimson.

Lang Qing brought him into his arms and could feel his boiling hot body.

Chen Liguo woke up after he felt himself being moved. When he saw Lang Qing’s action, his first thought was that this older brother wanted to take advantage of this heat for another round of tossing around.

There was a bit of excitement in his heart but Lang Qing didn’t do anything else. Chen Liguo shed tears of disappointment.

For Lang Qing, this was a very long night.

The next day, the little slave’s fever had not subsided.

Lang Qing put him back on the bed and watched as the little slave began to quietly cry again.

Chen Liguo quietly said, "Hurts, hurts so much......"

Lang Qing looked at Chen Liguo’s wound and saw that it really was inflamed. He kissed Chen Liguo’s lips and said, "Endure it."

However the delicate, even more fragile than crystal Chen Liguo simply couldn’t endure it. He asked, "Am I going to die?"

Lang Qing said, "You won’t die."

Crystal tears fell out from the corners of Chen Liguo’s eyes. He said, "Why must you be this cruel to me."

Lang Qing: "......"

Chen Liguo said, "I’m just a poor er without a family." He intentionally emphasized the ’er’ sound.

Lang Qing reached out and patted his head. Then he stood up and left.

Chen Liguo: "Ai? He was disgusted away by me?"

System: "......"

It was Chen Liguo’s first time coming across this situation where someone was disgusted away by him. For a while, he was at a loss as to what to do. He thoughtfully told the system that his acting skills must have regressed a lot and he blamed it on playing too much in the last world. He asked the system if there was any solution.

The system just took it as Chen Liguo farting.

Chen Liguo thought that Lang Qing was disgusted by him and went to get a breath of fresh air. However, soon he brought a woman back.

When they entered the room Chen Liguo’s tears fell. He almost said to Lang Qing, "You’re shameless, my body hasn’t become cold yet but you’ve already found another woman."

However, when the two approached, Chen Liguo discovered in surprise that the woman beside Lang Qing was unexpectedly the daughter of fate.

The daughter of fate of this world was also very beautiful. Her skin was a beautiful wheaten color, her legs were long and her chest was large. If she were placed in Chen Liguo’s original would she would be a beautiful older-sister type, brimming with foreign grace.

The daughter of fate, Fu Die, asked, "How long has the fever been burning?"

Lang Qing said, "One day."

Fu die sat down, touched Chen Liguo’s forehead and then said, "Go boil some hot water, then bring some wine over."

Lang Qing nodded and went to get what Fu Die wanted.

The daughter of fate in this world was called Fu Die. Chen Liguo felt that this name reminded him of a classmate in his original world. Whenever that classmate read butterfly, it would always be flutterfly.

Hu Die, oh no, Fu Die looked at Chen Liguo’s weak appearance and said with pity, "Poor child."

Chen Liguo immediately asked the system how old Fu Die was.

The system said, "Older than Lang Qing....."

Chen Liguo thought about it then announced in a high-profile way, ’From today on, I am not 23, I am 16!’

System: "......" Relying on your tender face is already shameless enough.

Lang Qing brought over the things that Fu Die requested and then she carefully wiped Chen Liguo’s body with the hot water before telling him, "Bear with it."

Her next move was to pour the wine onto Chen Liguo’s wound.

Chen Liguo screeched and tried to struggle. He grievously said, "Let me die——Stop torturing me——"

Lang Qing held Chen Liguo down with a firm mind and had Fu Die continue.

Fu Die killed the bacteria on Chen Liguo’s wound and then sprinkled some of her self-made medical powder on it. After she was done she said to Lang Qing, "Wipe his body with wine, especially the underarms, head, and the bending part of the legs." She pointed out the places while telling him this.

Lang Qing nodded.

Fu Die said, "When everything is done, the only thing left that you could do is to pray to god."

Lang Qing said, "Thank you."

Fu Die said, "No need." Her attitude towards Lang Qing was a little cold but she was full of pity towards Chen Liguo. This was very rare——After all, Chen Liguo was just a lowly slave.

After Fu Die left, Lang Qing did what she had instructed.

The physical quality of primitive people was really valiant. With just a little bit of medical care, Chen Liguo’s high temperature fell the next day.

Although he still had a low fever, at least his life wasn’t in danger.

At the same time Chen Liguo’s lack of human rights embodied itself once again. When Lang Qing, this beast, wiped Chen Liguo with wine, he wiped and wiped until all the wiping sparked a fire, and began to do him.

Although Chen Liguo continuously wept quiet refusals Lang Qing did not stop.

He lowly said to Chen Liguo, "She’s very beautiful, isn’t she? Do you like her a lot?"

Chen Liguo’s chin rested against Lang Qing’s shoulder as he sobbed with forbearance.

Lang Qing said, "But you are my person." He gently caressed the skin near Chen Liguo’s brand and coldly said, "If you dare like others I will kill you with my own hands."

Chen Liguo’s entire body was already powerless, but it was still tormented by Lang Qing.

It had to be said that people’s body temperature would be higher when they had fevers and when doing it, it would be more comfortable.

Lang Qing did it twice then somewhat reluctantly let Chen Liguo off.

Chen Liguo already cried his voice hoarse.

Lang Qing caressed his cheek and lightly asked, "How come you cried that miserably."

Tears whirled in Chen Liguo’s eyes. His illness used up too much of his physical strength and energy, making him unable to respond to Lang Qing’s words. He lowly begged for mercy and just wanted Lang Qing to let him go.

Lang Qing said, "Didn’t it feel pretty good just now?"

Chen Liguo continued to cry.

Lang Qing said, "Okay, I won’t touch you anymore. Sleep."

Although Chen Liguo had some doubts about Lang Qing’s words he had no right to question them, so he relaxed his body and fell asleep.

After Chen Liguo was branded he had a fever for no less than seven to eight days.

The daughter of fate had come over once more. When she saw the marks on Chen Liguo’s body she scolded Lang Qing. "Do you want him to die?"

However, Lang Qing’s attitude was very cold. He said, "He is my slave. How I want to treat him is my business."

Fu Die sneered, "Then what did you call me over for? To help you cure a dead man?"

Lang Qing coldly said, "You seem to care about my slave a lot."

Fu Die said with gritted teeth, "Slaves are also living beings——"

Lang Qing looked at Fu Die with a somewhat baffled expression, as if he couldn’t understand why Fu Die would say this. It was no surprise, in the eyes of most people the life of a slave wasn’t even as good as a piece of fresh meat.

Fu Die was a little frustrated. She was already used to this kind of look. She was completely out of place with the people here. Her every word and action were different.

Fu Die said, "Forget it, do as you like."

At this moment Chen Liguo woke up. He saw that Fu Die was about to leave and reached out to grab her. "Save me......"

Lang Qing’s expression instantly became dark.

Fu Die seemed to be somewhat sad. She said, "Sorry, I can’t save you."

Chen Liguo loosened his grip and he anxiously watched on as Fu Die left under Lang Qing’s stare.

Lang Qing asked, "Seen enough?"

Chen Liguo broke down and cried. He said, "Kill me, just kill me——"

Lang Qing coldly said, "Kill you? Your life is mine. I’ll deal with it however I will."

Chen Liguo couldn’t help but applaud Lang Qing’s scumminess.

However, although Lang Qing really was angry, he was worried about Chen Liguo’s health and didn’t continue to toss Chen Liguo around after Fu Die left.

Chen Liguo: "I feel that every time I go to a new world, my world views can be refreshed by others."

The system agreed.

However, the contents of their new world’s outlook seemed to be not quite the same. Chen Liguo’s was the degree of his fuck body’s scumminess, while the system’s was the degree of Chen Liguo’s shamelessness.

In short, Chen Liguo discovered a new rule. So long as he wanted to have sex he only needed to bring up the two words ’Fu Die’ and it would be taken care of.

Although Fu Die only came twice, Chen Liguo felt that this girl’s character seemed kind of different. However, she had already been advanced in the original world so Chen Liguo didn’t take this matter to heart.

Contrary, ever since Chen Liguo’s illness got better, Lang Qing wished he could put Chen Liguo onto another planet to keep him far far away from Fu Die.

In a month’s time Chen Liguo’s wound was just about healed. He thought that with this world’s technology the brand would surely be uneven and ugly but after the wound healed Chen Liguo found that the lotus was very delicate, the sort that couldn’t be copied.

Oh, it seemed that no one was idle enough to imitate a slave mark anyway.

While he was recovering Lang Qing didn’t ask Chen Liguo to do anything and always hunted and cooked by himself.

If it weren’t for Lang Qing’s cooking being truly terrible, Chen Liguo would have thought that this kind of life was very good.

However, when he once again had to eat chicken meat where even the blood wasn’t cleaned off, Chen Liguo couldn’t stand it anymore. He asked Lang Qing for a piece of meat and fried it on his own next to the fire.

Although there wasn’t much seasoning to be found around Chen Liguo, the quality of the meat in this world was very good. Not only was it tender but it also possessed a slightly fruity fragrance. Just adding some vegetables and some fat already made it very delicious.

Chen Liguo’s appetite wasn’t big and thus he only ate a small part of it. The rest was eaten up by Lang Qing.

The moment Lang Qing put a piece of meat into his mouth Chen Liguo clearly saw this big brother’s eyes brighten up, like a light bulb suddenly turning on, opening the door to a new world in an instant.

Although there was no expression on Lang Qing’s face Chen Liguo could see from his eyes that he was very happy.

Chen Liguo was like a kind mother looking at her silly son who only managed to eat meat with great difficulty. If his head weren’t bowed the gentle maternal love in his eyes would practically flow out as a substance.

Chen Liguo: "I feel like I’m finally a qualified mother, isn’t that right, Daddy?"

System: "......" It recalled a person called Chen Xi.

Chen Liguo said, "Son always eats without relish, it must be because the food isn’t good."

System: "......"

Chen Liguo profoundly said, "If you don’t cook with love how could it taste good?"

System: "......" Why don’t you use love to generate electricity?

While Chen Liguo was praising his own cooking skills, Lang Qing’s voice rang out. He said, "The thousand flower festival is coming up."

Chen Liguo’s eyes widened.

Lang Qing’s next words were, "You must go too."

Chen Liguo’s stone bowl fell to the ground and tears gushed out of his eyes once again.

Thousand flowers festival, the mating period. Going as a slave, Chen Liguo’s role was to watch his silly son lead a suitable younger sister and go home to mate to have children.

Chen Liguo: "Lang Qing, the aircraft fighter of scums!"

System: "......"

Chen Liguo said, "I don’t want to go."

Lang Qing swallowed the last mouthful of meat and lightly looked at Chen Liguo. He said, "You must go. You are my property, you have no right to refuse."

Indeed, many people would take their slaves to the thousand flowers festival. This was because slaves represented wealth, the more slaves one had the stronger the man was. Lang Qing taking Chen Liguo to the thousand flowers festival was obviously to show off.

Chen Liguo’s eyes were full of bleakness. He thought, ’If I had known earlier that you are this kind of scum I would have spat in the meat.’

The Author Has Something To Say:

Hahaha, I saw a dialogue on the internet yesterday. I feel that it’s very fitting putting it on the system and orange.

System: Still need to find a host, otherwise, once I become middle-aged I can only wait for death alone. If I find a host I have hope, hope for the host to die.

Orange: You’re such a scum oh.

Gong: Do you like it?

Orange: "Like it to death la~."

Thanking you darlings for the mines, grenades, and rockets. Especially dear Guagua’s deep-water torpedo. Love you all roar. Muah.

StormFrost: Happy New Years!

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