Chapter 21: The skin slave provides the master with the ability to amuse himself...

Yin Zhiyi held Xiao Cui's hand and looked at her for a moment. As she expected, there were no palm lines.

It was obviously an illusion created by the ghost miasma.

Until she opened her mouth to speak, several harsh mechanical sounds suddenly appeared in her mind.

“Drip—drip—&%#*”

She tried hard to hear the last few words clearly, her heart trembled, and then the scene in front of her eyes suddenly distorted, and Xiao Cui's voice calling Miss gradually faded away.

Then, like a scene in a movie, she suddenly opened her eyes in a dizzy state and felt something cold under her feet. Her fingertips shivered unconsciously.

The scene has completely changed.

What did the voice in her head say just now? It seems to be... issued by the system? I also vaguely heard the four words "dream synaesthesia".

Dream synaesthesia? system?

Could it be the belated golden finger from the book?

Yin Zhiyi felt a hint of joy in her heart. If there was a system, would she have a chance to return to the real world without completing the plot?

She called the system in her mind, but got no response for a long time.

And she found that she couldn't move at all in this dream.

She didn't know what the key to escaping this world was, but since the system took the initiative to release it, it must be very important.

Yin Zhiyi glanced at the surroundings. It was the original owner's boudoir. The light was dim, with only red candles burning on both sides of the bed. Because she was half leaning on the bed, her vision was very narrow.

There are wisps of cold smoke lingering around the incense burner in the room. At first, it has a refreshing and cool feeling, which is very suitable for summer days.

There was a hand wiping something cold on the instep of her foot. Apart from Xiao Cui, no one else would enter the original owner's boudoir at this time.

She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be strangled by something.

Until this body lazily sat up, without waiting for her to react, it kicked the person in front of it, knocking him to the ground.

Yin Zhiyi seemed to understand a little bit what the previous "dream synesthesia" meant.

Isn't this just her going through the previous plot from the original owner's perspective? But she was a little confused. For a small 18th-tier cannon fodder like the original owner, was there any important plot that she had to go through?

It was not until he saw the face of the person on the ground clearly that Yin Zhiyi's eyes suddenly widened. The person in front of him was actually Yan Shiman!

This is no wonder. The plot of the second male lead is still important, but this plot did not seem to be in the original book. After all, if it was at the very beginning, it is impossible for her to have no impression of it.

The young man was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands tied together, and was struggling to pack up the bottles and jars of ointment.

His cheeks were flushed and his forehead was covered with sweat. In the hot June, he was wearing a mink coat with white fur gathered around his neck, like a silent torture.

Yin Zhiyi sneered, his eyes fell on the clothes on the ground, and he said sarcastically: "You are really brave. You chose this one out of the two. Is it warm?"

Yin Zhiyi also looked in the direction of the sight. It was a white gauze dress, transparent and thin. What was the difference between wearing it and being completely naked? ? ?

Yan Shiman lowered his head, his eyes could not be seen clearly, and his tone was calm: "Miss, I have finished applying the medicine. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Go back?" Yin Zhiyi's expression suddenly changed.

Yin Zhiyi could not see the changes in the expression of this body, but she could feel it and had a very strong experience. Even when she touched Yan Shiman, she thought she had returned to the real world.

Yin Zhiyi stretched out her hand and forced the young man to raise his head. "There is a limit to playing hard to get. You are a low-class person that I bought from the slave market. It is a blessing for you to be favored by me."

"You don't want this face to be branded as a slave, do you?"

Yin Zhiyi frowned when she heard this. Although she didn't know what the slave mark meant in this world, it was not a good thing after all.

Having been with Yan Shiman for such a long time, hearing such words made me feel furious.

She wanted to speak, but was speechless, as if her soul was trapped in this body and she could only continue to act according to the script.

Unexpectedly, in the next step, this body actually picked up the whip!

If it weren't for this dream, Yin Zhiyi would never have imagined that the original owner was so perverted!

There is a large box of special props hidden in the room. Because she feels that inferior people are not worthy of her, she uses this method to vent her desires.

The original book only said that the original owner liked to torture Yan Shiman, but didn’t mention a word about these!

Yin Zhiyi's eyes lingered on Yan Shi's face.

When she was in the slave market, she had taken a fancy to this skin. Such fair skin must be wonderful to play with. She felt her blood boiling and she really wanted to tear such a perfect thing into pieces right now.

"That human trafficker said that you have ethereal blood, which is very special. No wonder your skin is still so smooth after having so many employers." These words were quite explicit and disgusting, but Yin Zhiyi only felt that it was a compliment.

Praise a slave's ability to provide amusement to his master.

Yan Shiman's originally rosy cheeks turned several shades paler, and his long, slender eyelashes cast several shadows under the candlelight, which made people want to protect him.

But for perverts, what arises is the desire to destroy.

'Yin Zhiyi' swung the whip directly at the neck of the person in front of him. The whip had dense barbs, and it left a bloody mark as it scratched the collarbone.

Yin Zhiyi couldn't stand this kind of scene where the strong bullied the weak. Her master taught her that if she was hit, she must fight back immediately.

The more you take a step forward, the broader the world will be; the more you take a step back, the angrier you will get.

'Yin Zhiyi' lifted Yan Shiman's chin with a whip.

"Do you like it?"

"No……"

Before he could finish his hoarse voice, the second whip fell.

"If you answer wrong, this is your punishment."

She picked up the incense on the table and brought it close to Yan Shiman.

"Does it smell good?"

This body was very close to Yan Shiman, so close that Yin Zhiyi could clearly see his own reflection in Yan Shiman's dark eyes, as well as the numbness in his eyes, as if he was a puppet being controlled by someone.

Numb and painful.

Yan Shiman did not answer, but it was obvious that Yin Zhiyi did not intend to let him answer.

"Do you know what this is? The most potent Affection Powder, also called Aphrodisiac Powder." Yin Zhiyi said it word by word, and when she saw Yan Shiman's face change, she laughed out loud.

Yan Shiman's cheeks turned even redder, his eyes were filled with unremovable hatred, his fingers were clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, he stood up and wanted to leave, but his feet were locked with iron chains, and the impact sounded like a death warrant, hitting his temples again and again.

He curled up on the ground until 'Yin Zhiyi' tried to strip him of his clothes, and he seemed to be suddenly stimulated.

A hint of red suddenly appeared in his eyes, his body swayed, and he pushed the person in front of him away.

His whole body was covered in blood, and even the corners of his eyes were red. He shouted, "Get lost! Don't touch me!"

It was the first time that Yin Zhiyi saw Yan Shiman being so aggressive. After all, he always spoke in a gentle and polite manner.

She felt a little complicated. It seemed that in addition to the label of gentle second male lead, she could also add a prefix to Yan Shiman: poor little thing.

Yin Zhiyi sneered: "Do you think you can escape today?"

Hearing this, Yan Shiman's eyes became even redder. He glanced at the wound on his palm and laughed with an ambiguous meaning. He wiped the blood on his forehead.

His voice was hoarse and he said, "If we can't escape, then let's die together."

The next second, wisps of black mist began to rise from Yan Shiman's wound, gathering together and condensing into a silk thread that wrapped around his wrist. After a few breaths, it gathered more and more, like a parasite, climbing up from under his feet until it pierced into his forehead.

Yin Zhiyi frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant, but when she met his gaze, she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat.

She had no doubt of the truth of his words.

But even though this man was clearly saying that they wanted to die together, his gaze was still like a pool of stagnant water in an ancient well.

Moreover, her gaze turned and fell on his hand, which was——

Evil spirit! ?