MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-v2 Chapter 142 Adult child

It seems that I and the little emperor are more valuable goods. Our stone room should be clean and spacious. There are no people in it, only two girls. These two girls are fifteen or six years old. It looks really good, and when we see that we are pushed forward, they are all men - although the little emperor is only ten years old - can not help but scared and screamed.

Although I want to appease them, I don’t want to be shocked by the magic sound. But once I solved the acupuncture points, my hands were tied back, my legs were tied and I could only jump and walk. Second, I would have a little more to go there. After a few steps, the decibels of the two girls will once again exceed the limit once.

I look at the little emperor, he is a child, the treatment is better than me, only the hands are tied in front, the action is generally free, the girls should be no wary for the children, so I make a look to the little emperor to Zhaoan, the little emperor It’s very uncomfortable to be embarrassed to be caught by a trafficker. Secondly, I don’t bother to deal with the little girl. I gently slammed it to the side and pretended not to see it.

I couldn't help but sigh, but I also tried to pretend to be a scream. It was my auditory hallucination. It was very difficult. I sat on the ground in an indecent manner and began to think about countermeasures.

Fortunately, there are always limits on the person’s voice. The two girls are estimated to have been shut down for a few days. The food supply is not rich, and there is not so much energy to scream. After a while, seeing me does not match. Their performances stopped, and they hid in the corner, licking the two pairs of profits, and I saw the big eyes of the pity to watch my movements vigilantly.

I sighed again, just closed my eyes and thought about things. I didn’t look at them. After a while, the two girls didn’t know that I was from my pretty and good face or the tied hands. I really didn’t know that I was a kidnapper. Finally, there is a tentative, and the student said, "This uncle..."

Uncle?

I……

I almost fell to the ground: how vocabulary is with me!

My youth, my gender... I want to cry without tears, and it’s a good vocabulary for me.

But think about it too, Zhang Qinglian is also twenty-seven years old, let the fifteen-year-old girl screaming uncle is nothing.

After difficult communication - the key is that the girls are too shy, the voice is low, the narrative is unorganized, and my hearing and logic are not badly hurt, I finally guessed their encounters. Fortunately, there is nothing new under the sun, and there is no need to challenge my imagination.

One of the two little girls was in the countryside of Henan. They were sold by their families during the summer floods. They were sold here several times. Another one is Wuxi. Although the family is a small door, it is not too bad. When the incense was in the temple, he was directly taken by the scorpion, thrown into the carriage, and shipped here.

It seems that this is a large-scale, well-organized, master, that is more like a cloud, diversified means, and a variety of goods and grades are also very diverse.

I frowned: the generation of the population has not been broken. Once the natural disasters are encountered, the plague is especially embarrassing. However, it is generally a relatively small-scale workshop operation, such a large-scale group behavior. Still rare.

In any case, we naturally cannot sit still.

However, as a matter of urgency, first of all, how can I and the little emperor get rid of the predicament?

Still thinking about it, the iron fence door squeaked and was opened. Several black people rushed in. In the screams of the two little girls, one person and one took us out.

There was noisy in the stone aisle, and many people were being woven into a string, driving out like a farm animal, crying, roaring, crying, whip, screaming, and making a sound.

In such a noisy environment, the black people who caught us were still very happy, and they quickly ate two tofus of two little girls, causing them to scream and cry even more, even As a man, I have not been let go, and my face and buttocks have been pinched one by one, and I immediately asked me to fill my anger.

It was late at night, and dozens of trucks were parked. The poor people who were trafficked were loaded into the car like livestock and piled up in trucks at extremely inhuman density. The four of us were more fortunate and were thrown into a carriage with a few black men on the car, the former leader and the horrible child.

In addition, there are three or four beautiful little girls in the car.

"Oh, it's bad luck!" The child said with a slap in the face: "There are so few good goods this time, definitely more than the black bears on their side!"

Suddenly seeing me and the little emperor, he angered again: "You idiots, do you get this kid up? Take him to the kids car!"

The black man under his hand promised that he would catch the little emperor. The little emperor would have seen this child with a stomachache. At this moment, he saw someone to catch him, and he bit the bite on the wrist of the man who came to arrest him. The screams, the backhand hit the face of the little emperor, hit his face high and swollen, and his mouth was bleeding.

I exclaimed, and I was distressed by the little emperor, and I was afraid that he would be caught elsewhere and had three long and two short.

The black-collar leader shouted: "Stop! How many times have you said it! Don't hit your face, don't hit your face, hit your face and lose the price!" Look at the little emperor and say, "I don't think the child looks ordinary. Keep it first. Maybe a rich child can change a large ransom."

I let out a sigh of relief and quickly said: "Yes, this child is a temper, I am not sure what to do, let him stay with me, I will look at him." In my mind, I was thinking fast, if they felt small The emperor can change the ransom and will not hurt him, nor will he sell him. I have to think of a wealthy family. He said that the little emperor is his child. Even if a real ransom is not tightened, just take off. Risk, go back and clean up these unscrupulous people.

It’s just that this family cannot be too powerful or a river or lake person, but it must also be a real rich family, and it must be trusted. This is very difficult.

Although I know some people, I am not an official or a river.

I was racking my brains, and the nasty child came to me again. He said, "You are quite tight. Is this your son?" Turning his head and looking at the little emperor and looking at me, he shook his head and said, "No, Not like."

He held my chin, looked at my face, and took a small hand on my face, and even touched my neck. I only felt very surprised and shuddered.

The child's eyes glanced at me flat, and his face was ugly, and he took a sip, even screaming, jumping to the side, no longer paying attention to me.

The black man who is headed next to him laughed: "You are the spring heart of Obuchi? I said that you saw that they had to move the crowd to catch it during the day. Is this a fancy? Unfortunately, it’s not that women dress up as men, but It’s a real man!”

The child said, "Hey, I didn't even look at him!"

Someone was snickering around. The black-collar leader smiled again: "Why are you embarrassed, you are also in your twenties, and you should be a wife. You should look at these young children. If you have any intentions, find one."

It turned out that the child is already in his twenties, but it is not a gnome. It seems to be a beautiful, very cute child, but also very weird.

The Tang Xiaoyuan was exposed by him, but it changed color, and even a layer of murderousness appeared on his face.