"Smack!" The sound of the air suddenly cracking resounded in front of him, and the sharp eyes of Xia Ji were clearly the whipped slaves, and the two of them quickly stepped forward.

"Let's take a look! A slave who works hard and never resists, a must-have when going out at home! The slave owner was sweating profusely and flicked the whip in his hand, boasting to the passers-by in the audience.

Xia Ji squeezed through the crowd, and the smell of sweat scattered around him, the smell of dried blood, and the smell of sloppy sweat and feet...... Filled with the small market, she frowned and squeezed forward for a moment, looking at the slave.

Column followed closely behind to protect Xia Ji, looking around.

The eyes of the slave who was tied to the pole on the stage opened and closed slightly, as if he was watching the crowd under the stage and seemed to be looking at his feet numbly, there was no good place on the body with open skin, blood stains overflowed the open flesh, dripping through the sweaty limbs, and dripping on the stage along the linen cloth that coarsely wrapped the lower half of the body, soaking a circle of blackened blood......

His chapped lips kept licking, trying to ease the discomfort of the sun.

Xia Ji kept staring at him, and the others also looked at the slave on the pole like a cargo, as if they were gauging what he could do.

"You slave looks half-dead like a mule!" Some people coaxed, and looked at the slaves with critical eyes, and they were extremely dissatisfied.

"Smack!" A whip threw on the slave again without saying hello, covering the previous whip marks, blood splashed slightly, and the slave frowned slightly and didn't seem to feel much pain.

"He's not half-dead, he can survive by whipping him 200 lashes on weekdays, don't pick it! This is not a fight back, scolding or not returning the mouth, is it not as good as a mule? ”

The slave owner squatted on the ground and glanced at the coaxing man, and then he had a whip in his hand, and his expression was a little bored.

Someone in the crowd began to whisper, occasionally glancing at the slave on the stage, thinking how many coins they could hold down to take him away.

"You slave listen to everything?" Xia Ji's crisp voice was mixed in the noisy street market, and it was extremely clear.

Her black and white eyes looked at the crouching slave owner without any emotion, as if she was just asking casually.

"Yes." The slave owner nodded.

"You can take it away with only ten knife coins." The slave owner continued, looking at the crowd, "If you are not satisfied, there will be all kinds of slaves to see!" ”

"How many do you have?" Xia Ji didn't listen to him and asked.

"Five hundred, all behind you." The slave owner pointed to a dozen cages a few steps away, not knowing what Xia Ji wanted to do.

"I'll do it all." Xia Ji nodded, glanced at the slave who was staring at her on the stage, and spoke directly.

Lie was stunned, and pulled Xia Ji's sleeve behind him, the price has not been discussed yet.

Xia Ji did not move, still staring at the slave, who finally lowered his head, as if acknowledging that she was about to become his new master.

"Yes!" The slave owner clapped his hands happily and laughed, and shouted at the people around him: "All disperse, my slaves have been sold to this one!" ”

Everyone looked at Xia Ji in an uproar, whispering to each other about who this man was, but buying five hundred slaves at once was not a big deal.

They didn't pay much attention either, and they scattered as they discussed.

"A cart of knife coins is behind me, and the contract is here." Xia Ji simply pointed to the several carts of knife coins guarded by two big men behind him.

The slave owner smiled, looked at the carts of knives and coins, stretched out his hand and immediately retracted it, shook his head and said, "I have changed my mind now!" Two carts of knife coins! Do you want? ”

Xia Ji smiled, "Two cars? Correct. ”

The slave owner was stunned, he didn't expect Xia Ji to agree so quickly, and secretly wondered where did he come from a son who didn't know the world?!

He couldn't help but regret a little that he didn't directly say the three-car knife coin just now......

As soon as his tentative mouth opened, the thief's eyes circled the audience, and the dozen or so people around him who had not dispersed looked at him with disdain, pointing and pointing as if talking about his indiscriminate price hike......

He paused suddenly, forget it, anyway, the price of the two carts of knife coins has already increased by five times.

As soon as the contract of five hundred people was handed over, Xia Ji also let the two men drive closer, which was regarded as paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

"No! Three carts of knife coins! The slave owner was really greedy, and he just wanted to do it again, but he didn't expect that Xia Ji had already snatched the contract quickly.

"Hey, you ......" The slave owner lifted his lips, and just wanted to shout, he saw Xia Ji smile.

Column had jumped up and loosened the knots that bound the slave, and stood aside with the soft-footed slave.

"You, go kill him!" Xia Ji pointed at the soft-footed slave on the stage, his eyebrows and eyes were low, and his voice was so clear that it was impossible to ignore.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned and looked at the slave who was being pointed at.

"What?! You... Don't you dare! The slave owner, who was strong on the outside and on the inside, took a step back and stared at Xia Ji, where would he have thought that this person was still smiling in front of him, like a spring breeze, and his back eyes turned into a killing god in seconds.

The slave on the stage glanced at the contract in Xia Ji's hand, pushed away the iron sword on his right side, and walked a few steps quickly, seeing that he was about to walk to the slave master who had whipped him in the past.

"Presumptuous! Eleven, what are you doing! The slave owner's eyes were filled with fear, but he still roared strongly as Eleven, who was approaching him in front of him.

Eleven pursed his lips, "Slaves are the most obedient ......"

As soon as the slave owner was overjoyed, his body had just relaxed, when he saw an iron sword slashing horizontally, passing through his chest in the blink of an eye with the momentum of vowing not to stop.

"You... You're ......!" The slave owner was still incredulous, but in a trance he heard Eleven say, "But...... You are no longer the master. ”

After speaking, Eleven pulled out the iron sword suddenly, and the blood sparks seemed to spurt out and stain Eleven's cheeks with dots, and on his lips, he subconsciously licked the blood stains on his chapped lips, and the smell of iron filled his throat, full of blood.

Everyone stared blankly at this sudden scene and did not exclaim.

The slave owner is not greedy enough to swallow the elephant, no wonder this man instructed Eleven to kill him, and it was he himself who said that this slave was the most hardworking and loyal, and it was so!

The crowd shook their heads and dispersed.

"Eleven has seen the master." Eleven knelt on the ground and handed the iron sword in his hand to Lie.

Xia Ji nodded, since she knew Fourteen's temperament, she naturally knew that it was useless to say more about classes like slaves, and only by doing it could they see it.

"You take the other slaves to Fourteen to change into sackcloth and iron swords, and listen to his arrangement." Xia Ji pointed to the group of slaves who were still trembling in the cage, and continued with his eyebrows: "You take this contract, if anyone wants to leave, just take the contract, and let Fourteen give them the passage fee to leave today." ”

Eleven listened carefully and saluted: "No! ”