The return of the storm has caused panic among everyone in the slave quarters. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, especially behind the turmoil, followed by so many Lan Yingying weirdos and carried so many corpses. Those weirdos also knocked out all the guards who were guarding.

One by one, the slaves fled back to their rooms in a panic, and those who did not run were all crawling on the ground and shivering. Even though they know the storm, even if the storm is a slave like them, they still choose alienation and awe in the face of unknown eccentrics and the fear of chaos.

The turmoil was originally because of the death of the trumpet flower, and he was in no mood to greet others, but now he is even more excited to see familiar people facing him with such a posture. He was silent and began to do his own thing.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia sat on the edge of the carriage and looked into the alley. The ghosts who followed behind Fengbo would put down the corpse of a martyr every few steps, and Fengbo would only say a word or two with a sincere expression at this time. But in the face of the sincere expression of the storm, every slave who listened to Luo Zheng's words without exception did not react without exception, and his expression was numb. Some slaves, after receiving the corpse of the martyr, would say a word or two, and they did not know what to say, so they made the storm irritable and hurried to reply to something.

But after the storm replied, the slaves, without exception, did not dare to speak again, and trembled and prostrate down, and threw themselves to the ground.

The turmoil seems to be gradually becoming a little anxious. His steps went deeper and deeper into the alley, the ghosts carried fewer and fewer corpses of the martyrs on their shoulders, and the back of the storm stopped talking lower and lower. By the end of the day, he was almost on his knees.

"You say—what is the storm doing?" Luo Zheng asked Yao Dongxia. He actually already had the answer in his heart, and he only planned to pay attention to it silently. But everything that happened in the alley made him feel an inexplicable sense of depression in his heart. He couldn't help but want to say something, so he knowingly asked Yao Dongxia a question.

"He's being a good guy." Yao Dongxia defined Fengbo's behavior, then pushed the frames of his glasses, and said in a low voice, "But unfortunately, no one seems to want to accept his kindness." ”

When the storm reached the deepest part of the alley, there were still two corpses left on the ghost's shoulder. The bodies of these two martyrs were unclaimed, and they were carried out by the ghost who commanded the storm.

"Which of these two are they, and why did you stay?"

After Fengbo walked out of the alley and arrived next to the carriage, Luo Zheng jumped down from the carriage and asked Fengbo.

The storm ordered the ghost to put the two corpses on the carriage and replied, "The shopkeeper, these two men are not slaves here. They are much better than us, and they are garden slaves who live on the manor. ”

Luo Zheng sighed: "Is there any difference? Haven't they all become like this? ”

The storm was stunned, and he said abruptly: "Yes...... Oh, yes...... It's all like this. He turned to face the slave quarter, which was darker in the night, and seemed a little uneasy.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia didn't know what Fengbo was talking to others in the alley, and they didn't know what Fengchao was going to do now. They waited silently behind the turmoil, and both of them intuitively felt that this after-sales service journey did not end there, and they were afraid that there was something waiting for them to do. Moreover, there are other things that are different from the earth and the M250 world in the magic of this world, and they all want to take a look at it, and study it if they can.

So Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia were not in a hurry to leave this world.

At this moment, Feng Bo seemed to forget that Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia, two people who were very important to him, were still standing behind him. His eyes remained fixed on the alley, the expression on his face tangled and worried, as if he was worried about something he didn't want to happen.

The people in the alley are also watching out of the alley. At first, they didn't even dare to make much movement, but after a while, they began to communicate with each other, and occasionally looked at the turmoil outside the alley, and they didn't know what to say.

After a long time, the two moons in the night sky set into the sky at the same time, and the sky gradually brightened, and there was finally movement in the alley.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia stood behind Fengbo, only to see those slaves crowding out of the alley one by one with the corpses sent back by Fengbo.

The corpses of the undertakers emitted a blue light, converging in a group of slaves, allowing the slaves to soak in the light. A group of slaves had solemn expressions, like solemn pilgrims. When they walked out of the alley and saw Fengbo and the others, they couldn't help but show a look of fear.

But even so, there was something on the road ahead that seemed to attract them, and even if they were afraid, they had to carry the bodies of the martyrs.

"You ......," a trace of panic flowed from Fengbo's face, "don't go, even if you return the martyrs, the lord will kill you." ”

Hearing the words of the storm, Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia understood what the storm said to these people in the alley-

The Storm returned the funeral goods made by the slaves' relatives to the slaves, but it was clear that the slaves did not accept the Storm's kindness. In the eyes of the slaves, the act of the storm was not even a good intention, it was to push them into the fire pit. Therefore they wanted to return the burial goods and ask for forgiveness from their masters.

But the Tianjian Hua family lost face in front of so many nobles, and it was when they were angry and anxious to kill and establish their authority, and these slaves went to return the funeral goods, wouldn't they hit the muzzle of the gun?

Therefore, the turmoil tried hard to persuade them, but in the end it was useless, so that things have developed to this scene.

The words of the storm still no one listened. Even the panicked expression on Fengbo's face dispelled the fear of this group of slaves.

"Get out of here, you devil!"

"It's all because of you that we have to face the wrath of our master!"

"Don't get in our way, devil!"

……

Angry words drown out the storm. The slaves ignored the storm and bypassed the carriage. Fengbo's body moved slightly, as if trying to stop it, but he finally clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and did not make any movements, nor did he tell the ghosts to do anything.

…… Poor people will have something to hate.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia watched all this coldly and did not interfere. Seeing the slaves holding the bodies of the martyrs and walking away in the blue light, Yao Dongxia turned around and asked Fengbo, "Won't you stop them?" If they go like this, I'm afraid it's a dead end. ”

Fengbo had been facing the alley, with his back to them, and when he heard Yao Dongxia's words, his fists and knuckles were white. After a short pause, he shook his head before replying, "No." They were so scared that perhaps they were killed by their masters, which could be considered relief. ”

Luo Zheng looked at the storm unexpectedly and frowned. This red-haired slave, who had been cowardly to the extreme, and had never had any ideas, had changed completely in this night, and had become somewhat unrecognizable to him.

"Shopkeeper, do me another favor, can you?" Feng Bo suddenly spoke, "I exchange my life." ”

"What?" Luo Zheng asked.

Feng Bo lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Please help me go to the Tianjian Flower House and bring the Tianjian Flower Family's coat of arms." It was placed in the mourning hall of the Tianjian Flower Family, and I heard that it was the one as big as a human head. ”