Cars and ships are on their feet, and they should be killed if they are not guilty. After pulling out his sword and asking a few ignorant people to look at it, Wind Scar finally got reliable information, so he came to a tooth shop. In the constant suffering of natural and man-made disasters, there is never a shortage of poor people who can't get by. The harder ones spend the last bit of savings to buy enough soul-breaking medicine for the whole family, eat a bully meal and make a full dead ghost go to the fairy mountain, while the soft-hearted ones can only sell their sons and daughters and sell themselves.

So a tooth shop is the size of a small town. On the side of the street were inferior boys and girls, all of whom were devoid of appearance and defects, kneeling on the side of the road with old uncles and aunts, and a piece of straw paper hung on a slanted wooden pole, on which their worth was written. Many of the larger pieces of straw paper also have labels such as buy one, get one free. There are even some bosses who are reluctant to give up even a piece of straw paper, and directly write the price on the slave's face with unknown paint. As long as you give the money to the guy, pull out the wooden pole and straw marker, you can take it away. It's more convenient than the store, and it's cool to be convenient. As for what to do when you die? A bunch of guys who can't sell it are also a waste of food to live.

It's already the end of Sanjiu, but the weather is still very cold, and the two handfuls of bangs that are so cold that the wind marks also have a faint moisture. But the thinly dressed slaves were on their knees, and they were not even as good as the dog guarding them, which still had a layer of hair. And whether it is a person in the tooth shop or a guest, he has a strange expression. There are only some parents who come out to sell their children, and they can't bear to see them.

Walking in such an environment, it is natural that people will not feel better. As a demon, the Scar of the Wind can't help but be frightened by the sinister nature of people's hearts. Some demons devour their own race in order to survive, but what are these humans for? This way of treating one's fellow tribe is more cruel than biting to death, it is chewing the bones of the victim little by little. The overflowing murderous aura spread, driving away those flies who came to talk about business, and the traces of the wind wanted to talk to them, but what these guys provided was either a peasant woman with a yellow face and thin muscles, or a charming and vigorous wind and dust slave girl. For most of the day, there was no one satisfied, which really annoyed the demon.

'Is it true that there are so few women who are strong, gentle, experienced, and proficient in martial arts, and who meet this condition in the suffering realm? The murderous aura was three points heavier, and Fang Yuan's voice talking about business was three points quieter. So a shout from afar in the center of the town gradually reached the ears of the wind scars.

"Bastard Yellow Crane, the old lady has nothing to do with you, if you don't let the old lady go, the old lady is not finished with you!" Quite a strong internal force, it must be a good female master, and go take a look.

With both hands pinching her waist, dressed in a purple gauze dress, reflecting the pretty face with a beautiful mole, the charming half-old are raising their eyebrows, arguing with a rich tooth shop boss, and a pair of huge jade rabbits, although they have experienced many obstacles, can still give people a sense of beating. And the most eye-catching thing is that there is a louder male than a person. "I said Lingdaffodil, your milk is halfway through, and you don't do it halfway and throw away the guests, but you take all my wages, the big guy said, is there any reason for this? If you don't settle the money today, you won't be able to get out of this street! ”

"Hmph, that business only says that the old lady will nurse the child, but it doesn't say that she has to raise the child, the one surnamed Dao can run all over the ground, why can't the old lady skip work?"

"I said I didn't finish it, I didn't finish it! Little ones, do it! Annoyed and angry, Huang He waved his hand, and the killers in ambush on both sides drove away from the crowd and killed the woman in purple.

"Ask the sea, the year, the month, the sail is clean. Listen to narcissus, sigh, sad, you! Ahh "Pick up the loud gong, the woman in purple flew up in the air, the loud gong was like a big bell pointing to the ground, and the magic sound in the ears was done at once, impacting back and forth in the mind, only making people's brains mixed.

And these two knives and the short and fat yellow crane naturally fainted. A huge street was cleared. Leaving only the traces of the wind independent.

"This girl, in the Sword of the Wind, may I ask, are you still a wet nurse?" Worried about the child's safety, he didn't dare to report his real name, and the trace of the wind stepped forward.

"Ou, you also heard the conversation, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?" looked at this little brother with interest, I have to say that this is a world of faces, the good-looking wind scar came to ask, but the narcissus who was just angry was able to speak well at this time.

"The few people on the ground just now were obviously murderous, but the girl only stunned them, and when she saw them unconscious, she decisively stopped, as for the rest of the onlookers, none of them were injured under the control of the girl, and the Sword of the Wind naturally trusted the girl's character." Neither humble nor arrogant, the Scar of the Wind decided to be this one.

"Ahaha, boy, you're late, I haven't produced milk for decades, but if you ask your sister-in-law to take care of your wife and children or something, I can consider it." His two unlucky sons have been sick since childhood, and the two boys who were originally quite cute were tortured with a head like a mouse and a pig and a red squirrel. I am a congenital master, and I am also involved in making money as a wet nurse, which is really difficult and my life is not easy at all.

"Well, my child was born solid, even if you eat some rice noodles and oil tea, you can deal with it, there is no lady in the next, so is the girl willing to go to my house to be a confinement sister?" It doesn't matter if you eat or not, you just can't cry. ’

"Well, a poor man, too. Forget it, I'll do it, the price is negotiable. "'If it weren't for my conscienceless abandonment of me, my sons wouldn't be what they are today.'

"Ah, that's great." Unaware of the fact that the old widow regarded him as a little widower, the Wind Trace took Narcissus all the way to a small courtyard. This is the outpost where Zhutian invaded Xiwulin and then occupied the Central Plains, and at this time it has been requisitioned by the Demon Sword Dao Elder Wind Trace as a temporary foothold.

I saw that on the railing of the yard, yellow diapers were crisscrossed and fluttering in the wind. Fortunately, there are a lot of people in the stronghold, and if he asks the Wind Scar to wash diapers by himself, he will go crazy. It's a pity that there is no woman, otherwise the scar of the wind would not have gone to find the nurse.

Entering the house, the smell of urine accompanied by bursts of crying tormented the nerves of the wind scars.

"Oops, kid pulled." Very naturally, as if it had been done countless times, Ling Narcissus picked up the child, unwrapped the diaper, and cleaned it up without disgust.

The Scars of the Wind were immediately relieved, and it seemed that he had found a good nurse.

"Hey, how did you become a father? The diaper is so tight, do you think it's tied to the scabbard? Also, there is sand in the swaddling clothes, and you don't clean it up, I really don't know if you treat your children well? ……”

The sound of apologies accompanied by the traces of the wind brought a trace of warmth to this stronghold, which represented war and slaughter, and it seemed that the winter sun was also exceptionally warm. And the duels, the swords, the death and the killing, faded away.