Chapter 13: The Slave Market (2)

"The people inside, remember to look carefully, if you buy something that is useless, you don't need to exist."

Mu Xueyi's tone was casual and indifferent, the slave market illegally trafficked human beings, there were all kinds of people in it, and the people in the government never interfered.

"Yes."

The underworld is still a cold word, and no extra words are said.

"And the matter of the silver two, you can do it yourself, and you can't use the palace."

Mu Xueyi picked up the teacup and blew a breath, she wanted to see how big this secret guard's ability was.

Shen bowed his head and was silent, and the face under the mask was expressionless.

"How long have you been with the Empress?"

Mu Xueyi asked seemingly casually, coldly and indifferently, without any waves.

"More than five years."

The dark is also as cold as ice, and to tell the truth, he has indeed been the empress's secret guard for more than five years.

"Since you are the king's secret guard, you should not leave an inch, understand?"

Mu Xue glanced at him with a smile, and said unclearly.

She didn't say anything threatening or betraying that would make you worse off than dead, because there is no betrayal without trust.

"Yes."

Ming knelt on one knee, spoke coldly, neither humble nor arrogant, and he didn't ask any questions.

"Let's go down."

Mu Xueyi ordered, when her own power was created, it was time for her to leave here.

She doesn't know if she can go back, but it doesn't matter to her whether she can go back to modern times, it's right to take the road in front of her first.

"Yes."

With a sound, he disappeared as if he had never appeared.

Half an hour later, a frosty sound rang out, and it was clearly audible in the courtyard.

"Isn't Young Master Luo still coming out?"

Mu Xueyi put down the cup in her hand and said in a cold tone.

Not long after she walked away, she noticed that there was an extra person's breath, it turned out to be Luo Yuchen, but how did he get here, is there something wrong?

Thinking of this, Mu Xue couldn't help but squint her eyes, the blood in her peach blossom eyes flickering from time to time, weird and evil.