It was a man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features like a knife. A pair of eyes turned out to be blue and green, flashing with a strange light. All over the body, only a fig leaf is tied around the waist.

On a cold winter day, even if he was so cold that his teeth were clenched, he could not see his body shivering. His slender neck and hands and feet were chained by thick chains, and his whole body was covered with old and new whip marks, and his original skin could no longer be seen, his back was straight, and he knelt beside the stake that tied him, and a group of fat rich girls gathered around him to judge, liking his handsomeness and fearing his eyes.

Ling Luo read the distress signal in his eyes, what an arrogant person this was, he was actually showing weakness to her for help.

Perhaps because of his arrogance and abnormal eyes, he became the lowest bed warmer in the slave market.

The slaves who bought them were all women from the south, and the women were the women who respected the country and the women who were inferior to the men. The women there are also three wives and four concubines, and there is no so-called shame, and many women often travel mountains and rivers to buy bed warmers here.

Ling Luo, who was born cold, sent the ghost to take out the night pearl hidden in the hidden bag and buy the man. When she gave him the flaming red cloak on her body, she was immediately annoyed. Throwing the contract in his hand to him, he said coldly: "You are free, let's go." ”

"Since you bought a slave, you are the master of the slave. Wherever you go, the slave will follow you. His voice was wickedly seductive, perhaps because of the cold, and his voice trembled a little. He folded the contract and put it in Ling Luo's hand, his eyes were like the sea of stars, and the beauty made people lose themselves.

"I can't protect myself, I can't keep you safe." Ling Luo was unfamiliar with the terrain and didn't know the strength of Shui Congzhou, so she didn't want to run for her life with a slave.

"You are the master of the slave, and it is your duty to block the sword and arrow for you, and the slave does not dare to ask the master for protection." He was born a slave and was born a slave. Since childhood, he has been trafficked and has lived a life of displacement. The distinction between dignity and inferiority has been ingrained in his mind, and although he is naturally arrogant and has an extraordinary temperament, he still has to bow to reality and have to succumb to fate.

"You go to Kyoto and find the War King." Ling Luo Yuguang saw that the scar was not far away, took off the jade bracelet in his hand, handed it to him, and said.

"The host ......"

"See you in Kyoto." After Ling Luo finished speaking, he hid in the shadows, avoiding Scar's gaze, and blended in the ranks of a nobleman who was about to leave, and the charming voice came from behind him.

"Master, the slave is called Jiuyou."

Ling Luo glanced back at him to indicate that he had heard it, and then left the slave market.

Ling Luo stunned the slave who walked last at the corner, changed her clothes, followed the nobles all the way out of Yinshan, and left after entering Yangshan, she didn't dare to take the official road, so she had to enter the mountains and forests, and groped all the way to the direction of Kyoto.

Midwinter nights are as cool as water!

Ling Luo ate wild fruits, drank mountain springs, closed his eyes on a leafy tree, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the unprecedented feeling of suffocation made her open her eyes violently, and she was greeted by a pair of scarlet eyes. A pair of hands clamped tightly around her neck, almost out of the killer's instinctive reaction, she clasped those hands, one forced, twisted and flicked, and after a click, there was a muffled snort......

The man fell from the tree, and she jumped with him. But at this moment, a deafening cry and a painful wail came into my ears not far away. She frowned, she rolled and stood up, frowning when her eyes touched the rush of people.

There is a slave word brand on the cheek!

They were slaves who had escaped from the Yinshan paddock. It's just that why they have already escaped and are still killing each other. Their limbs were stiff and their eyes glazed over, like a puppet, and most of all, they all suddenly became infinitely powerful.

When he realized something, a chill crept up his back, and a pair of dark eyes quickly looked around.

In just an instant, she was surrounded by this group of slaves dressed in coarse linen!

She moved her fingers and frowned at the murderous group of people in front of her. If it weren't for the fact that this body was still too weak so far, these hundred or so slaves would have been the souls of her subordinates.

Since you can't dodge, you can only kill and fight to the death.

She brought a bloodthirsty smile and tackled a man who had landed beside her.

The group of people was like a puppet, fearless of life and death, she wrenched off one human head after another in a strange way, and in the process of killing, she and the body also fused. Although his skills are not as good as before, there is no problem with self-preservation.

A figure fell, she did not hesitate to reach out and pinch the man's neck, intending to finish him, but the eyes were extraordinarily sober, not as sluggish as others, for some reason, she subconsciously retracted her hand.

"Girl, there is a wasteland ahead, as long as you enter the wasteland, you will avoid the pursuit......" The red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his gray clothes red.

Ling Luo frowned, and before she could speak, there was a blood mist in front of her, and the blood with temperature splashed her face.

This man ...... Got a headshot!

Her eyes shrunk to a pair of scarlet eyes, all but sluggishness and horror and killing. The palm wind moved slightly, her figure flashed, not retreating but advancing, and attacking in close quarters was a way of playing with life.

It was just a dozen moves, and the tall and burly man fell at her feet, staring at the boss with eyes the size of copper coins, and unwillingly exhaled his last breath.

The smell of blood stimulated the others, and their eyes rushed up one by one. In the face of the siege, she was not afraid, glanced at the half-round waning moon, the corners of her mouth hooked up a bloodthirsty smile, her figure swayed, and she started to kill.

On a big tree not far away, two white-clothed young men hidden by dense branches quietly watched the killing.

"Childe, is that slave girl really a person who respects the lord?" Qianye looked at his son-in-law and asked.

It's just a slave girl, is Childe's smile so meaningful?

"Don't underestimate her, you're no match for her." As if to understand his thoughts, Ye Luoli shook the folding fan in his hand and said.

The night is gone! A handsome boy, holding a folding fan all the year round, a pair of peach blossom eyes is very charming, the eyes are full of romance, those who are familiar with him know that the folding fan in his hand is full of rivers and lakes. It's just that no one thought that a dignified martial arts alliance leader would become someone else's errand.

"Childe ......"

He was about to say something, but was stopped by Nightfall and motioned for him to look below.

When his gaze touched the only man standing, he couldn't say anything for a moment.