The upstairs box has already called tens of thousands of taels.

Carefree looked at the bustle, and suddenly noticed that the child on the stage was looking at her steadily.

When the two eyes met, the boy's eyes were full of tears, as if there was indescribable sadness.

She saw the child silently saying, "Sister, save me."

Carefree frowned, not very understanding the emotion in his heart.

Although she is a god and has compassion for all beings by nature, she adheres to great compassion and will not be so indiscriminately merciful for an irrelevant person. After all, the karma of so many people in each world can't be saved one by one, so she has never interfered too much. And now I just saw a boy's eyes, and I actually ......

In a carefree look, the little boy was finally auctioned off by a mysterious wealthy businessman for 100,000 taels.

She withdrew from the crowd, not seeing that the little boy's eyes were red.

"Adult, that child is so pitiful, won't we save it?" Po tugged at the corner of the girl's clothes.

Worry-free glanced at Po and asked casually, "Well, do you have any money?" ”

"No, but you're rich!" Po mentioned money, and his eyes were shining.

"But I don't really want to give it to those people."

"So, are we going to watch that kid get bought?"

"Hmm."

"Then he's too pitiful!"

Sansso-Wu yawned, touched his nose, and said casually, "Well, we can steal and rob." ”

"Ahh Your Excellency, you're going to ......" Po's mouth was covered by Carefree.

The two of them were walking on the street at this time, and there were people on the side, so they glanced at it and found that no one paid attention to them, so they let go of Bao.

"Don't talk nonsense, follow."

In the backstage of Tianbao Building, people come and go.

A man wearing a ghost mask walked slowly down from the second floor, the man was dressed in a wide robe, and he walked as if he was carrying the wind.

"Honored guest, the goods have been delivered to your carriage."

The man bowed his head, raised his hand and gestured, and immediately a small servant stepped forward and handed the shopkeeper a stack of silver tickets.

In front of the man, the shopkeeper counted the silver tickets, with a flattering smile on his face, and arched his hand: "The money and goods are clear, welcome the guests to come next time." ”

The man did not answer, and walked straight past the shopkeeper with an elegant gesture.

But after a while, the little guy came back in a rage.

"Shopkeeper, what about the money and goods that you said you would pay off? The goods we photographed weren't in the wagon! ”

"How is that possible?" The shopkeeper's eyebrows were raised, and he followed the little guy to the backyard.

As a result, as soon as the curtains of the car were lifted, others were stupid. Because inside the ornate carriage, there was nothing but shackles made of black iron. The shopkeeper's eyes suddenly darkened and he fainted.

In the wing room on one side of the General's Mansion, Sanssoi was concentrating on giving medicine to the little boy.

"Does it hurt?"

The little boy shook his head and stared at the girl's eyebrows.

"Hungry or not? Would you like to eat something? ”

"Not hungry." The boy's voice was soft and clear.

At this time, Po trotted in with a plate of dim sum.

"The dim sum was delicious! You taste it. ”

The little boy looked at Po a few times, then picked up a piece and took a small bite.

He smiled at Po with curled lips, and stared at the carefree man who applied the medicine to him, without blinking.

"What's your name?" Po smiled brightly.

The little boy frowned when he heard this, and his mouth was tightly pursed.

Po blinked when he saw the expression on the boy's face, not quite understanding why he didn't speak. So, he pulled his sleeve and said, "My name is Ah Bao, you see that I have given you my favorite dim sum, you can tell me, what is your name!" ”

However, the little boy remained silent.

Wu Wu had just finished taking the medicine at this time, she put the bottles and cans aside, gently pinched the little boy's fair smiling face, and tried to be as gentle as possible.

"What's your name, little one? Do you want me to help you get home? ”

When the little boy heard this, he grabbed Wuwu's hand sharply.

"I don't have a home, don't go home." The voice was urgent, as if he was afraid of being sent home.

"So, what's your name?" Carefree smiled and poked his soft face again.

The boy lowered his eyes, and only after a while did he whisper a reply, "I am thirteenth in line, and I have no name." ”

"That's it, then we'll call you Little Thirteen, okay?"

The boy raised his eyes to look at the carefree eyes, curled his lips slightly, and nodded obediently.