Mu Xiaoran had a general understanding of the country of Dubai before she came, and she knew that there was still a private slave trade in this country, could it be that she was sold?

Or when you meet a terrorist, you want to train yourself to be a human bomber?

This is definitely the rhythm of scaring Mu Xiaoran every minute?! This is the frame that forces people to commit suicide by disembowelment? !

Mu Xiaoran touched a handful of bitter tears, and turned her head to the white-robed man who had been standing beside her, "Uncle, this person wants to talk about the law, I am a legal citizen of the People's Republic of China, and it is illegal for you to arrest me!" Now that you have violated the law by restricting my personal freedom and seizing my passport, I hope that you can restrain yourself from the precipice, and perhaps I can avoid the blame. ”

Hearing Mu Xiaoran speak, the white-robed man who was guarding her turned his head slightly, nodded, and then twisted his head back.

Seeing him react like this, Mu Xiaoran secretly speculated in his heart that he might not know Chinese at all, and his brain turned rapidly, trying to recall all the Arabic knowledge he had learned before.

However, he was only at the level of half a bottle of vinegar, and now that he was so flustered, he had forgotten all the things that should be forgotten, Mu Xiaoran opened his mouth, and said hello to the white-robed man in Arabic very lamely.

The white-robed man listened to Mu Xiaoran greet him, turned around and replied to her, and then ...... And then there is no more......

Mu Xiaoran really wants to strangle himself now, and it's a hundred. This is better than being sold into slavery, suffering humiliation, losing the country and humiliating power, and dying in a foreign land after a lifetime of hard work. It is also better than being trained to be a human bomb, harming others and hurting oneself and embarrassing the motherland.

In addition to the white-robed man guarding Mu Xiaoran, there are also two Arab girls. They were dressed in the traditional costume of dark blue Arab women, and their hair and faces were tightly covered, but the large eyes that were exposed to the outside looked unique. The two stood aside, one dragging a gold teapot with a delicate carved pattern, and in the center of the pattern, a ruby set on it was even more eye-catching. Another girl dragged a gold teacup, the pattern on which was the same as the teapot, except that the ruby set on it was smaller.

They put the teacup in front of Mu Xiaoran, and carefully poured Mu Xiaoran's teacup full of tea. Mu Xiaoran naturally didn't dare to drink it, and he didn't know if there were any aphrodisiacs and rat poisons in the road. But the cup is really exquisite, Mu Xiaoran endured and endured, and after the last moment, he still didn't hold back, and picked it up and watched it for a long time.

Even the cups are gold, how corrupt is that. I have lived for more than 20 years since I was a child, and the first time I saw such a luxurious cup was after I was caught and sold as a slave or a human bomber.

When Mu Xiaoran was immersed in his tragic memories, the gorgeous door had been opened.

The person who came in just glanced at Mu Xiaoran casually, and sat on the sofa next to her.

Several people in the room hurriedly saluted the man, the man nodded slightly, turned his head and glanced at Mu Xiaoran again, before communicating with the man in the house in Arabic.

When he looked at Mu Xiaoran for the second time, Mu Xiaoran really saw his appearance clearly. His complexion is rare white among Arabs, his facial features are deep, and the gently raised corners of his mouth reveal a different style. His messy flaxen hair gave him a bit of cynicism, and his amber eyes seemed to be insane. But the fly in the ointment is his white robe, which makes people look awkward.