Especially the girl has a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, and her whole body is full of indescribable style.

The people around her couldn't help but show covetous looks, and they were all deeply attracted to her.

is different from the cold beauties before her, a girl like her is green at first glance.

Presumably, the taste of itself is naturally endless.

Uncle Tao is a man, how can he not see the meaning in the sight of the people around him.

He glanced at everyone coldly, and quickly caught up with Song Yihuan's back, his generous body trying to block the dirty gaze of those people.

However, he alone could not block the sight in all directions.

Song Yihuan skimmed off the colored eyes around her, she walked in front of the cold beauty who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly squatted down, staring at the injury on the right side of the other party's face.

Her calm and sweet voice rang out: "If I save you from being trampled on, what can you give me in return?" ”

The cold beauty raised her head, a pair of streamers, her eyes calmly looked at the girl in front of her who was smaller than her, the wound on her right face looked very terrible, the wound was rotten, it seemed to be rotten, and the flesh and blood were full of a peculiar smell.

Song Yihuan smelled this smell, but she frowned.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked at her faintly, she was obviously a lady of the sky but was beaten to hell at this moment, and she was also a cold beauty with cold bones.

The cold beauty spoke: "I'm afraid I only have this one life." ”

It may be that she hasn't spoken for a long time, and the disfigured beauty's voice is a little hoarse.

As if he was not satisfied with this answer, Song Yihuan frowned slightly: "Your life doesn't seem to be worth much to me." ”

The cold beauty lowered her eyes and stopped speaking.

Song Yihuan's words have made her understand that she can't give the other party the same return for buying her.

"Ahh

Song Yihuan sighed regretfully, she slowly stood up, as if she was sorry to turn around and leave.

Uncle Tao saw that Miss had finally moved and was about to leave, and his face relaxed slightly.

But in the face of those meaningful eyes around him, he was full of vigilance, and his eyes coldly scanned these people.

The people around saw that Song Yihuan was not ready to intervene, and the happiest among them was the middle-aged man in green clothes who finally asked for the price.

He swaggered towards Lao Liu, taking out the silver ticket from his arms.

The cold beauty, that is, Zhen Meier, raised her eyes gently at this time.

There was no more calm in her eyes, she stared at the back of Song Yihuan leaving, and bit her lip gently.

"I can dance, I can play the piano, I know a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, if the girl saves me, I am willing to serve the girl for the maid for the rest of my life!"

Zhen Meier's voice was indescribably eager, and there was a frightening light in her eyes, it was a broken boat, it was a desperate gamble, like grasping the only life-saving straw.

Song Yihuan's footsteps stopped.

The middle-aged man had already handed over the silver ticket in his hand, but it had not yet been delivered to Lao Liu's hands.

Although the people around didn't get the cold beauty, they were also happy to watch the excitement.

And this is also the first time that a woman has shot at a beauty in the slave market, and for a while, everyone showed a lewd smile on their faces, and a few people lowered their voices to discuss.

Even though they lowered their voices, Uncle Tao still heard a few unsightly words.

Beauty, grinding mirror, taste...... Wait--the unspeakable discussion.

Uncle Tao's face turned pale with anger when he heard this, his face was red, and he was about to have a seizure, when Song Yihuan raised his hand and pulled his sleeve.