Hundreds of people gathered in the main hall and formed ten teams to plant slave seals one by one.
Long Ji had already left, and Long Teng took Su Mo and Sikong Yan behind a line next to him. In front were six members of the dragon clan and six servants.
“Long Teng, is this the servant you are going to take?” A tall young man from the dragon clan asked Long Teng after looking at Su Mo and Sikong Yan.
As a five-clawed golden dragon, Long Teng has only come to Longdu City not long ago, but he is very famous in Longdu City, and basically everyone knows him.
This young man of the Dragon Clan was a low-level third-rank man. He was dressed in a fine attire and had a handsome face. His skin and the dragon horns on his forehead were purple and lavender. Obviously, the body of this Dragon Clan was a purple-blooded Heavenly Dragon.
Behind him was a maidservant, petite, with fair skin and a very delicate appearance.
Su Mo could tell at a glance that this female slave was from the Xuanbing Clan, just like the one he had in the Xuanbing City on the second mountain.
“En!” Long Teng nodded.
“Long Teng, this human race has a third-rank cultivation. How did you subdue him? Why don’t you sell it to me?” the dragon youth in Chinese clothes looked at Su Mo and said with a smile.
“Long Li, I’m sorry, this is the servant I’ve been looking for, you should go and look for it yourself!” Long Teng shook his head and gave Su Mo to him? It’s just a joke.
“Stingy!” Long Wei sneered, but he didn’t force it, he was just a servant, everywhere.
Su Mo and Sikong Yan kept their eyes on their noses, their noses on their hearts, and kept silent.
After coming to the Dragon Clan, they will behave in a low-key manner and will not conflict with the people of the Dragon Clan.
After all, they came here just for a place to settle down.
Su Mo and Sikong Yan lined up with Long Teng. After a while, the people in front left one after another and it was their turn.
“Master Deacon, these two are my servants!” Long Teng clasped his fists at the middle-aged deacon, then pointed at Su Mo and Sikong Yan.
“That’s right, Long Teng, these two are the best servants!” The middle-aged deacon sized up Su Mo and Sikong Yan, nodded his head slightly, and he could tell that both Su Mo and Sikong Yan were extremely vigorous. , Soul power is powerful, all are geniuses.
In the Dragon Clan, there is also a big difference between servants, and no one is willing to accept servants who are too useless.
If you want to be a servant of the Dragon Clan, you need to have good talent to be favored.
“Ho ho, it’s okay!” Long Teng smiled. He was not worried that the deacon would be able to see the reality of Su Mo and Sikong Yan, because the deacon was only at the seventh rank.
A person with a seventh-rank cultivation can at most see that Su Mo and Sikong Yan are extraordinary, but it is impossible to see the specific souls of Su Mo and Sikong Yan.
“Both of you, each force out a drop of your own blood!” The middle-aged deacon looked at Su Mo and Sikong Yan and shouted softly.
When Su Mo and Sikong Yan heard this, they opened their mouths and spewed out a drop of their own blood.
Seeing this, the middle-aged deacon stretched out his big hand, took two drops of blood essence into his palm, and signaled to Long Teng.
Long Teng also opened his mouth and sprayed out a drop of his own golden dragon blood essence.
The middle-aged deacon split Long Teng’s blood essence into two and fused Su Mo’s blood essence with Sikong Yan’s blood essence.
Then, in the hands of the middle-aged deacon, dragon power surged, and runes flashed continuously, swimming among the two drops of blood essence.
In just a few breaths, the two drops of blood turned into two rice-grain-sized “slave” characters, and then the middle-aged deacon pressed the two drops of blood on Su Mo’s and Sikong Yan’s foreheads.
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As soon as the blood essence touched the foreheads of the two, a dazzling blood burst out immediately, and then slowly subsided.
According to Su Mo’s perception, the word “slave” on his forehead seems to be connected with the blood essence, holy pill, and spirit in his body.
“Thank you, Deacon!” Seeing this, Long Teng immediately thanked the deacon.
“Long Teng, practice hard, go!” The deacon smiled and nodded, being very polite to Long Teng.
“Farewell!” Long Teng cupped his hands, and then left the Mansion with Su Mo and Sikong Yan.
“Long Teng…!”
Just as he walked out of the slave mansion, Sikong Yan was about to speak, but Long Teng interrupted him immediately by raising his hand.
“Let’s go back first!” Long Teng said.
Seeing this, Sikong Yan stopped talking and followed Su Mo to Long Teng’s residence.
Long Teng’s residence was in a mansion in the center of Longdu City.
This mansion is very small, in the courtyard with a radius of more than a hundred feet, there is only one palace and one garden.