I don't know why, but a bad premonition arises.

"Well, it's him."

Zi Qianmo didn't shy away from it, nodded, and across the crowd, pointed to the little slave boy with golden eyes, and said, "Little Sister Qianjue, I think he is very familiar and kind, just like my own son, and it seems that I have known him for a long time." ”

Qian Jue was extremely shocked, half opened her lips, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

His Royal Highness the Demon King has few words, this is something that the entire demon clan knows.

She actually said so many words at one time for a little slave boy with golden eyes who met for the first time, and even, her tone was not the usual cold, but contained rare warmth.

Qian Jue muttered in his heart - what is the origin of this golden-eyed boy?

At this moment when Qianjie was shocked and in a daze, Zi Qianmo had already pushed aside the crowd and appeared in front of the golden-eyed young man.

The golden-eyed boy was originally hiding behind two little slaves.

Zi Qianmo directly pushed the two little slaves who were blocking her vision aside.

And then.

She stretched out a hand and handed it to the golden-eyed boy, and her lips opened slightly:

"You, come with me."

Four words.

But it completely shook the heart, lungs and soul of the little boy with golden eyes.

He stared at the little white hand, and he could be 120,000 sure that this was definitely the most beautiful and beautiful hand he had ever seen in his life!

She...... Let him go with her......

Isn't this really a dream?

The golden-eyed boy suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh fiercely.

Hiss –

The intense pain reminded him that it was all reality.

He's not dreaming!

This beautiful young lady really wants him! Free him from the traffickers and take him home!

His chest was filled with fiery ecstasy.

The golden-eyed boy trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

Very slight kind of shaking.

He raised his head, almost burst into tears, looked at Zi Qianmo, and hesitated whether to hand her his dusty hand.

"I ......"

After a fierce mental struggle, the little boy with golden eyes still hid his hand behind his back.

Can't get her dirty.

She is so good-looking, so clean.

"Can I really go back with you?" The voices were a little hoarse, with a hint of fanatical anticipation.

Zi Qianmo nodded.

I don't know why, she felt very distressed when she saw the young man who was cautious, obviously wanted to go with her, but didn't dare to go with her.

In the bottom of my heart, a voice told me: he shouldn't be like this!

As Bai Ze, you can observe luck, all kinds of luck.

Zi Qianmo glanced at it and was stunned.

This golden-eyed boy, except for the lack of Zijin Emperor luck, all other luck is the best of the first class, good luck, financial luck, family luck, parents' luck, especially parents' luck, it is even more dazzling to the extent that even the sun is ashamed of itself.

It's a contradiction.

A young boy whose parents are so lucky should live under the protection of strong parents and have no worries about his life.

How could he become a little slave, leave a mark of shame on his body, and be sold on the street by black-hearted merchants?

Wait a minute!

Zi Qianmo suddenly found that among the excellent and superb luck, the peach-colored luck of this golden-eyed little boy representing feelings seemed to be very bleak.