He hurriedly followed the path he had come from and dodged away.

No wonder this slave market is so depressed today, it is the son who has made trouble here......

The smoke and dust were mixed with the footsteps of the people, but the neat footsteps of the guards were mixed with the chaotic footsteps of the slaves......

Pork stick bones, flat poles, large wooden sticks...... The slaves held the miscellaneous objects that temporarily served as weapons, still staring vigilantly at the guards around them.

Xia Ji smiled, looked at the leader of the guards, and said: "Kanjun is also a man, the machine shows you a clear way, and now Jun is 'compelled' in my hands, and it is understandable that you can't complete the task of going up and down, isn't it?" ”

The leader of the escort army was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xia Ji suspiciously, this person would be so kind?

"You can't help it if you don't believe it, but now Jun is indeed on the pilot." Xia Ji pointed out the facts, aimed at the leader whose face turned black in a second, and believed that as long as he was not a fool, even if he was let go after the fact, he would not die in vain.

It's rare to see such a good soldier who governs the army......

Xia Ji couldn't help but miss the life of a wanton fast horse, but the blade under his hand still did not deviate half an inch from his neck.

Childe silently stayed on the left side of Xia's fuselage for half a step, which could not only secretly prevent the surrounding guards but also block the leader in case of an outbreak, but his face was black at the moment, and he couldn't wait to slap the leader hard!

Without a trace, he aimed at Xia Ji's white fingertips and pressed the leader's shoulder, his eyes turned into substance and glanced at the leader who was silently a lamb, and secretly said in his heart Why did Xia Ji's eyes stay on him? !

Why do you care about the life or death of this leader?!

He prayed that the leader had be stupid, and directly said that the mission had failed instead of being forced to fail, and asked his boss to cut him!

Mi was secretly slandering behind him, the leader was driven by a knife in front of him, and he was stared at by the murderous gaze behind him, he was also uncomfortable, he wished it would end early, and he was also helpless to be restrained by these two good men of Longyang......

I can't help but secretly complain about what kind of work was assigned to him by the doctor Kong Ning?!

Unexpectedly unlucky......

"Here we are." Xia Ji raised his hand and stopped, and everyone stopped.

A dozen or so people who were depressed and sparsely swayed around the field, and when they saw the imposing crowd coming, the spears glowed with cold light, and they hurriedly turned around and hidden, and the thieves spied on Xia Ji and the others.

Xia Ji saw the bow and crossbow in the middle of the road with a cold light in the middle of the road, his eyes were suddenly sharp, he looked around, held down the leader of the guards, and said coldly: "There is an ambush here?" ”

He shook his head, and looked at the weapons on the road that were not like ordinary crossbow arrows or bed boards, he had never seen such a weapon, and it was obviously not a weapon put into the army......

Xia Ji looked at his face and understood, since it was not an ambush, why was this crossbow here?

The leader looked around and said in a low voice: "This arrow body is shiny and well-made, obviously made by the artifact shop. ”

Xia Ji looked at him, "Then why is it here?" ”

"You don't know?" The leader paused, obviously not expecting Xia Ji to be unaware, and pointed to the tattered dark grid on the left, "That's where the utensils are made." ”

Xia Ji looked at the dark grid and swept over, and was about to step forward to investigate.

A hand stretched out beside him to stop, "I'll go." Mi waved his hand and walked out, walked quickly to the divine bow and crossbow, investigated carefully, and shook his head at Xia Ji.

Xia Ji didn't approach with the leader, in case this crossbow was used by them, it would be impossible for all of them to block an arrow with weak physical strength.

She shouted angrily at the corner where the slave market was hiding: "The prince of Chu is kind-hearted, as long as the slave owner voluntarily gives up all the slaves, he will not be killed!" ”

"Impossible!" A fat middle-aged man jumped out suddenly, his face flushed, and he glared at Xia Ji.

As soon as he saw someone going out, he immediately walked out with twenty or thirty people, looked at Xia Ji silently, and silently resisted.

Behind their hiding place was a large cage, and both men and women, all in ragged clothes, peered across through the gap in the doorway, watching the equally emaciated slaves......

"Come on, bring them all!"

The fat man seemed to feel that a mere refusal did not show his determination, and with a wave of his hand, a hula man suddenly walked out from the back of the cage.

Unclothed, barefoot on the ground, his face was flushed after being tortured, his eyes were deep, his lips were chapped with thirst, his hands were clasped together, his eyes were gray and numb.

The two sides confronted each other and reached a stalemate.

The fat man smiled proudly, and directly reached out and dragged a person behind him, his yellow and frizzy hair was scattered around his head, revealing a pair of frightened eyes but not daring to disobey at all and stumbling and being pulled to him, "Lord... Master. ”

The fat man's eyes were still fixed on Xia Ji, and he pulled out the iron sword placed next to him with his horizontal hand, and he didn't even look at the thin slave, and stabbed it with his backhand, and then he pulled it again.

The blood leaked out silently, gradually dyed red and withered on the chest, and the thin foreskin body finally let out a sigh of relief, bang!

He fell to the ground with a thud and did not move again.

Only the silence was around, and the breathing of the crowd was clearly audible.

Looking at the splashed dust loess, dust to dust, dust to dust, and finally a pile of white bones.

The slaves behind the fat man finally shrank in their eyes, and instead looked at Xia Ji with begging for mercy, their lips pursed.

Xia Ji felt a pain in his heart and stopped looking at them.

"How?! My possessions are naturally at my disposal. "The fat man pinched his fat waist and his nostrils were facing the sky.

"You're not going to cooperate?" Xia Ji glanced at him lightly, and the oppressive momentum rushed in.

The fat man waved his hand and beckoned: "Get another one, I want a fat one, so that the blood splashes are more and it looks good......"

The slaves behind him bowed their heads one after another, hoping that the unlucky one was not him, and wished that his body could shrink a little smaller...... Smaller until it's out of sight.

But what should go on must continue, the unlucky slaves are carefully selected, people are swords, I am fish and meat, and they can't afford to struggle and come forward in discouragement.

This time, the fat man seemed to deliberately excite Xia Ji, and drove the iron sword to the slave's neck, grinding inch by inch, half a minute and half a minute.

However, the iron sword was rusty, and the bulges were abnormally numerous, and it cut into the fragile neck of the slave, making life worse than death.

Rao was so, the slave with his empty hands only struggled slightly, frowned and pursed his lips, and did not resist for a while, allowing the fat man to trample on him like a pig.

Xia Ji was ruthless and threw his subordinate leader to the side of Gongzi, and he had already pounced.

Like a stabbing eagle in the wind, the eagle moved quickly, and in the moment of the sprint, it was already a rabbit, and the iron sword was held down and the backhand was in the hand.

With a stroke of the lower body, he restrained the lower limbs of the fat slave master and flipped him to the ground with a force, instantly stepping on his soft and fat neck, the tip of the sword stood upright in front of his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly dark, and he stared at Xia Ji tremblingly.

The slave beside him had a broken neck, and the flesh was rolling, and the red blood was gurgling down, and he could cover it, and he looked at the master who was easily suppressed by Xia Ji.