It's still the sunset when it's blood-red, and the afterglow of the sunset that hangs in the western sky.

The first place to sprinkle is the Zerkeria Palace, located at the top of the country of Zekeria, at the top of the snow-capped peaks, a luxurious palace made of blood and tears, and the snow reflects its luster, illuminating it even in the dark.

Located in the center of the palace is a thin young man, with a delicate face and red eyes revealing his identity, it is Fang Xing. He stepped on the afterglow, and shook off his white hands with some disgust, as if to shake off something stained on them, and behind him was a viscous river of blood that matched the afterglow of the setting sun.

The king, the greatest nobleman in a country, is also the most revered person in the country, and presides over the fate of all the people in the country.

But such a man, the king of Zekeria, was now in a state of embarrassment and fell in a pool of red blood, covered with what he thought was dirty and dirty blood. His eyes revealed full fear, and his body, which was usually not angry and self-assured, trembled unconsciously.

"Take him with you." Fang Xing said softly, and as soon as the words fell, he had already stepped forward.

Mizelle was stunned for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the miserable-looking King. The king, who was supposed to be in charge of the fate of others, was changed by Fang Xing alone, and under his bland words, he was even more in awe of the fate of others.

He obeyed Fang Xing's order and walked forward, and when he carried out this order, he did not mean to be polite to this down-and-out king. Mizelle's hand grabbed the king by the collar and dragged him out of the pool of sticky blood, blood dripping down the silk of the words. Mizelle dragged him and followed Fang Xing to a slightly cleaner place, but the smell of blood wafted down the wind.

The king, who had been rudely left on the ground, had just left the environment and smelled the disgusting smell, and suddenly fell to the ground and vomited. The appearance is poignant, and there is no taste of the identity of the king.

Jep, and even Mizelle, who used to be a navy, did not show the slightest sympathy for the performance of this king, and sympathy refers to people who deserve sympathy. How could they have pity for the little girl who saw the sorrow of the people of this country?

Fang Xing frowned, although the power blocked the flow of air around him to isolate the smell, but looking at that appearance was also unappetizing.

Mizelle stepped forward again, seemingly because of Fang Xing's expression, and it seemed to be the misery of the little girl, which made him make up for this pampered body again.

"Where's Tezzolo?" Fang Xing asked.

Hearing this, the king of Zekeria got up in pain, and just as he was looking at his vomit again, he looked disgusted and shrank back sharply. The fat on his body couldn't keep up with the coordinated reaction, and after making this action at once, he rolled twice on the ground like a leather ball.

The king of Zekeria no longer had the strength to get up, he was a king, and he had suffered such a sin. There is a special car to travel on weekdays, not to mention that there is no chance of falling, even if it really falls, other slaves are the first to run up to help.

His weakness made him reluctant to get up, but Mizelle unceremoniously made up for it.

When he was in the navy, he had seen a lot of such nobles, but without exception, the navy could not help at all, let alone beat such guys, except for not helping them.

It was the first time he had felt the thrill of beating such a guy. However, when he was beaten, he still deliberately controlled his strength, otherwise even if his strength was not strong, it would not be something that the king of Zekelia could bear.

In pain, the king of Zekeria had no choice but to straighten up and hurriedly replied: "Tezzolo. I'm just trading with him, a businessman... How could the king be concerned. ”

The king of Zekeria was not prepared to hide the news from Tezzolo, who was only a rich merchant in his opinion, and his dealings with him were only a merchant comparable to a slave and helping him make money. In this case, how could he hide it for him, he was telling the truth.

He naively thought that Fang Xing's target was Tezzolo, so he would implicate himself. And with that in mind, he had instead slandered Tezzolo, and if it weren't for that hateful businessman, he would have gotten into such trouble?

"You don't know?"

"I don't know." King Zekelia replied affirmatively, as if worried Fang Xing wouldn't believe it, and the head nodded like garlic.

Fang Xing showed a little helplessness, he sighed and said, "Then you have no value." ”

It's a very simple truth to throw away what has no value, and that's what King Zekeria did. So when Fang Xing said this, he was stupid and could instantly understand the meaning, it was preparing for him to end up like the waste that was guarding his death just now.

"Wait, wait..!" King Zekeria said anxiously.

"Why should I wait? If it were you, would you wait? Fang Xing asked.

In other words, he naturally does not wait, because he does not care about the thoughts of people who have no value, and even if they are valuable, he often does not care. But now it's a different situation, and now it's him who needs to wait for time! King Zekelia thought anxiously that he needed an explanation that would convince the butcher.

"I can provide you with a trading channel with him! Those boatmen must know where he is! "It's the best way King Zekeria can imagine.

It's just that this method was cut off by Fang Xing, "Kill you, I can also find those boatmen, and I can also get their trading channels, and even... Let them lead the way. ”

King Zekeria was stunned, a panicked and frightened look on his face. As Fang Xing said, if this is the case, he has no value left.

Just when he was feeling frightened, Fang Xing suddenly asked, "What's the deal you made with him?" ”

"It's just a normal slave trade." King Zekeria hurriedly replied.

Fang Xing showed a smiling face, he looked at King Zekelia, and his red eyes made King Zekelia's heart seep.

"The normal slave trade required the ordinary inhabitants . . . Acting as a slave? And the number of transactions has exceeded 5,000. Fang Xing asked flatly.

In his investigation, the people who traded were boyfriends and daughters, but one thing was the same, that is, they were all middle-aged people who could work as laborers.

The population of the entire island is only tens of thousands, and excluding the elderly, children and people who are not suitable for age, the real suitable labor force is only 20,000 or 30,000, and at least nearly 20% of them have gone at once, which is an extremely terrible number. Can this kind of human trafficking be called normal?

"It's really an ordinary slave trade." The king of Zekeria hastily argued that in his opinion the whole country was his possession and his slaves, and that selling a part of it would not affect anything at all, and. . . An ordinary effort can sell for a high price of 200,000 Bailey..! ”

An ordinary person has a high price of 200,000 Baileys, 5,000 people are 1 billion Baileys, and in exchange for gold is gold jewelry that can fill a hut, King Zekelia does not feel that there is anything wrong with it.

Fang Xing sighed, he originally thought that this king's appearance was disguised, but now it seems that he "misunderstood" him, and he was too high-minded.

"Who's in charge of this?" Fang Xing asked.

The king of Zekeria explained that he didn't have so many thoughts, but he didn't know that the faster he said this, the faster he would die. He only followed the impressions he retained, imitating the subordinate slaves who used to flatter him.

"I see."

Fang Xing took out a flower from his bosom that had been picked when he climbed this snow-capped mountain. As light as the words he had narrated, the color of the flower was also very light, the petals were white and transparent, and it was "frozen" by the snow, and it stayed quietly in Fang Xing's hands, and the center of the flower was facing King Zekelia, as if looking at the place where he was.

"Zekeria Flowers.." King Zekelia cried out, thinking that Fang Xing liked such flowers and wanted to introduce them to them graciously.

"Why is this flower so light?" Fang Xing said.

"It.. That's the color it is. King Zekelia replied embarrassedly, if it was someone else, he must have let go of his voice and roared loudly, "Flowers are originally this color, where did they come from?" There are so many stupid words, why don't you just die! It's just that he doesn't dominate now, and if he dies like this, he can't say it, and he doesn't dare to say it.

"Is there a way to turn it red?"

King Zekeria wanted to smash the table and jump to his feet to vent his anger, but the fear of death forced him to bow his head. He tried to suggest a method, "How about painting red with a pen?" ”

"I tried... It will destroy the texture of the petals and lose its original appearance, and it will not be a Zekelia flower. And the texture of the flower is so fine that it cannot be painted completely. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. What you're saying is. King Zekeria smiled and pandered. Where did he agree with what Fang Xing said, even if the Zekeria flower was burned, it was still that flower, how could it not be, and he had to paint the good white flower red, he praised his character as this flawless white flower, which was simply insulting him! But he still had to smile to cater to it.

"I have a way to make this flower red, but I need your cooperation."

"Just the command."

"Lend your blood for it." Fang Xing said.

This sentence is said plainly and coldly, as if stating something that has nothing to do with him. He quietly raised his hand and handed down the verdict.

Blood splattered on the petals, and under Fang Xing's control, the blood flowed and tightly wrapped the petals, and under the cold temperature around it, the blood quickly condensed into the cold ice that enveloped the Zekeria flower.

The Zekeria flower, which had grown by soaking in snow water, has become a red flower soaked in blood.

……

"Zekeria flowers, how can they turn red?"

As dusk fell, the streets were filled with only the moonlight from the sky and a few rays of light shining from the house.

Like a question, more like a statement, Ivy continued her futile work.

The nights are cold, and even though this is not a snow-capped mountain, it is still bitterly cold under the influence of the snow-capped mountains.

No one opened the house for Ivey, they were used to her shouts and her inquiries, so they chose to ignore it. Because no one wants to adopt a little girl when the king is already like this, and add a deadly burden to himself.

Ivy knocked on the door outside the house, but no one answered. There was a light in the cracks in the room, and she knew that there could be no one inside, but when no one responded, she chose to leave, because she also knew that even if there were people, it would be a reaction to not wanting to open the door for her. She was like a pest, and no one wanted to welcome her anywhere.

She came to a slightly extravagant house, and a slight light shone from the inside. Ivy reached out and reached into the light, rubbing it back and forth. Even if the light does not really bring warmth, it brings her psychological comfort, which can warm up.

The cold wind blew, Ivy tightened his coat, and there were traces of damage on the coat made of cotton jackets, and a lot of cotton was still exposed, and the traces of stitching on it could be vaguely seen, but this skill was not enough, causing the crack to break wider. Ivey doesn't know how to do needlework, in the past these are all done by her mother, and all she did was pass the needlework on the side, but now that her mother is gone, she has to imitate the sewing, but the technique is not up to par.

Ivy withdrew his hand, which had been rubbing for a while, but did not see the warmth of it, and reached into his arms with his stiff little hand. The cold little hands, even if there was a piece of clothing inside the coat, made Ivy shiver. She pulled out the bread from it, which the old man had given her yesterday, and she had kept it to the present day because she had eaten the food offered by Jep yesterday.

Just as she was about to eat, a harsh shout came from inside the room.

"Go, go, go! Don't stay here! ”

The people in the room seemed to be worried that Ivey would continue to stay under his window, and poured water directly outside.

Ivey's small body didn't completely dodge, it was splashed in half by the water, and the coat on his right hand was directly soaked, and the cold wind directly appeared even colder. Her body trembled, her teeth chattered, and she felt uncomfortable with her mouth and nose, and her breathing was not smooth.

Suddenly, the cold was cut off, and she seemed to be scorched by the warm sun, and she had a warm coat on her body.

It's just that someone is missing, Ivey raised his head and looked at Fang Xing, who only had short sleeves left, and asked, "You.. Isn't it cold? ”

"It's not cold." Fang Xing said that his ability is destined that he will not be afraid of the cold and heat, and wearing an overcoat is just to make his dressing style not too different from others and look out of place. His hand rested on the coat, seemingly holding the wide coat in place to prevent it from falling off Ivey's body, but in fact he was using his ability to ward off Ivey's cold.

Ivy didn't believe it, how could anyone give such a warm coat to others on a cold and windy night, and it wasn't cold?

"I'm done with my work, I'm going back." Ivy said, "Put your coat back on." ”

"I have superpowers, and I'm not afraid of the cold at all." Fang Xing swore an oath, and then made a demonstration, under his tuition, the water on the already soaked clothes began to flow out, and in just a moment, the whole clothes dried and loosened.

"It's amazing.." Ivey said in surprise.

Fang Xing picked up a layer of snow from the shallow layer of snow on the ground and kneaded it into a ball.

"There's something more powerful, try to throw it over and see, didn't that family splash water just now? You can't respond with a snowball too much. Fang Xing enlightened Ivey.

Ivy nodded, she didn't think much of it, she did feel a little angry. She picked up the snowball handed over by Fang Xing, and with Fang Xing's help, threw the snowball, aiming at the window. This will at least create a little noise for the people in the house to notice, for example, to frighten them.

Bang!

As if bombarded by a huge cannon, the entire window was blasted out. Ivy was scared, was this really what she threw it? I guess there's some kind of bomb hidden in the snowball.

It's just that when she was stunned, Fang Xing dragged her up and ran towards other places, "You have to run after doing bad things, you know?" This lesson should have made the people in the house unlucky for a while, and no one would want to go out and help him fix the house in this weather. ”

Ivy nodded stunned.

"By the way, there's one more thing for you."

Ivy was about to ask, but she froze in place, and a bright red Zekeria flower appeared in her eyes - even though she was asking that question, she knew... The old man didn't lie, Zekelia flowers.. There are no red ones. But now, the red Zekeria flower is blooming in front of his eyes.

Under the little girl's surprised eyes, the red Zekelia flower revealed a strange red glow in the moonlight.

She panicked and didn't dare to admit it. Even though she kept chasing the red Zekeria flower, she didn't want to admit it when it really happened in front of her eyes. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and red flowers appeared, but her parents did not.