"Just give this to me, I'm really in a hurry." The boy's voice almost pleaded. The vendor just waved his hand: "Go and go, you didn't buy the blood poria, what do you exchange it for?" I'm hard to find. The vendor didn't give the boy face at all, and directly reached out and pushed it.

The young man's body staggered, and he scratched his head very irritably, a very weak feeling.

"I have pearls and jewels here, I can give them to you, can't you change them?"

"No, I just need blood poria, no blood poria, don't disturb my business, hurry up." The vendor said unceremoniously.

Ye Qingwan was standing not far away, and his eyes could just see the appearance of the thing the young man wanted, it was a very delicate and small box, and the patterns engraved on it were lifelike, this thing was worth a lot of money at a glance.

The boy seems to be very attached to the box, and is still arguing with the vendor. At this time, Yelin came to Ye Qingwan's side and whispered something in her ear.

Ye Qingwan turned around and walked in the other direction. - This auction has gained a lot, although a little blood was released, but this bit of silver, for a prince, is still not worth mentioning.

The Blood Poria was held in Jiang Jingyao's hand, but it was just a red grass, and there was nothing special about it.

At this time, behind Jiang Jingyao and the girl, there was also a timid child, who looked no more than ten years old, like a frightened deer, always shrunk his neck, and hung an iron chain around his neck, even if he came out of the auction house, he didn't take it off.

The other end of the chain was in the girl's hand, and when he walked, he always urged him to hurry up from time to time, and his movements were fierce, and he did not feel any pity for the child, and treated him like a brute.

I didn't take this kid seriously at all. If you look closely, the child's neck is also branded with a word - slave!

The lowest class of people, slaves! Not even a servant. Suddenly, at the end of this road, a tall and mighty figure, with a sword in his hand, stood in the middle of the road.

A heavy murderous aura came to his face. Jiang Jingyao and the girl stopped at the same time,

"Rong Ran, you are back." He subconsciously protected Rong Ran behind him, and his eyes fell on the person in front of him.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why are you in the way?" The road was not wide, and at this time the man stood in the center, tall, almost half of his body, with a veil on his face, so that he could not see clearly.

Moreover, the anger of that body is obviously not here to reminisce about the past. This person is dangerous! This is Jiang Jingyao's intuitive feeling.

"Blood Poria stays, you can go alive!" The man's voice condensed.

"Your Excellency is also very bold...... Before he could speak, the person who was not far away suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of Jiang Jingyao in the next moment.

Jiang Jingyao's pupils shrank, and the heavy anger that came to his face made him a little breathless. There was a sharp pain on his face suddenly, and his whole body flew upside down, and the blood poria that was originally in his hand also fell into the man's hand.

Jiang Jingyao knocked down two trees before he could come to a stop. Qi and blood surged, bones seemed to be broken, the whole body was crying out for pain, and his face was particularly pale.

Rong Ran almost froze in place when he saw this scene, looking at the person who was about to leave with the blood poria in horror.

And the little child behind her, almost shrunk into a ball, shivering.