The territory was brightly lit.
Tall torches with flickering white flames illuminated the vicinity clearly.
The storeroom was piled high with miscellaneous items.
The 200 Flower Demons were huddled in a corner, trembling.
Right now, they were captives, not slaves.
So, it was time for Gu Qing and her long whip to take action.
"Leave it to me, Lord."
Gu Qing held a leather whip, cracking it through the air. CRACK! CRACK!
The Flower Demons seemed even smaller than the Harpies. They were scared out of their wits, and many were huddled together, whimpering and crying.
Gu Qing snorted. "What are you crying for? I haven't even hit you yet. First, I'll ask you all: anyone willing to become a slave right now? If so, come over and sign the agreement immediately. If not, then you can wait for me to have some fun with you."
"I'm willing."
"I'm willing, please don't play with me."
"Don't hit me, I'm willing."
"Me too, me too."
