"Bargaining, I'm going to open 10 gold coins to talk to them. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Bebel scoffed.

His brother gasped.

"You've got to get some courage. ”

I only heard Bebel continue: "You can pretend to be polite and humble when you bargain with the Assassin, but you must not have such a hesitant look in your eyes! Do you want to die?"

"I ...... I don't understand, you said that this kid's face is worth a few sons, why don't you sell him to a prostitute, it's much safer than dealing with assassins. ”

"For the money, and for our lives. ”

Bebel seemed to tapped his brother on the shoulder.

"Do you think I didn't think this kid's face would be hurt? But if we sell it there, we won't make 30 silver coins, and he's a knife-eared after all. And you can see that this kid's family is in trouble, and nine times out of ten it is the pretty face of the elf girls, and we will make a 30 silver coins if we play through this troubled water?"

The conversation between the two men came to an abrupt end, and I was in a daze. They all said that my family was in trouble, and now Bebel said that it was because of my mother's beauty, what did that mean?

"I'm still unsure, how do you want me to talk to the assassins?"

The two guys who were going to sell me started talking again, completely ignoring that I was in the back of the car. I twisted my arm, and the rope was so tight that I couldn't break free.

"Listen to me, brother, if this kid becomes an assassin, will the group that harmed him have a good life?"

"If he wants to get revenge, he has to wait until he is an adult......!

"Don't say something, I'm afraid the little devil is listening! This is done, we will leave here, we can go to the north, I heard that there are many opportunities. ”

After a while, the van stopped. I heard someone jump out of the car and trot away. After some time, the footsteps of the two came from far and near. They pulled up to the side of the car and seemed to be standing close to me, and I tried to move away from them, when the tarpaulin covering my head was pulled away, and another stranger appeared before me.

The man was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and his pale cheeks were interlaced with several scars, one of which was so long that it even ran through the upper and lower lip until it sank into the stubble.

"Tut-tut, it's really a little yellow finch, but it's the first time I've seen it. ”

He jumped into the van and crouched beside me, his cloak fluttering like a crow's wing, and I smelled a faint smell of blood in the breeze. Then he held out a hand to me—a thick, jointed hand with a long fingernail on his thumb. I hated the nail, but it came to me, scraping my cheeks, the corners of my mouth, and scratching my trachea along my neck.

My muscles tensed and I tried to shrink my neck, and the brothers standing behind me looked like they were watching a show. Suddenly, the man turned to look at them.

"Not stray hair?" he asked.

"No, absolutely not! Look at the hair color, and the eyeballs, how can there be such an emerald green hair? Those knives are very protective of the little cub, and if it weren't for the change in the little ghost's house, we wouldn't have touched him. Bebel's brother replied.

"That sounds like it. ”

The man turned back again. He patted me on the cheek and pouted to make a bird-teasing sound.

"Don't be afraid, little yellow finch, I'll take you home in a moment. Oh, sweet, sweet home. ”

As he spoke, he slowly pulled the dagger out of his bosom, and before I could figure out what he was trying to do, the rope around my feet was unknotted. I kicked several times to break free, and the man laughed and grabbed me by the back of the collar before throwing me out of the truck.

The blur in front of his eyes led to a blur, and immediately after, the pain of his skin being rubbed and being knocked by a stone came from everywhere. I shed tears in my eyes, and the whole person rolled on the ground for half a circle before finally getting up. I hated these scoundrels in my heart, and I just wanted to get away from them as quickly as possible, but I didn't have to take a few steps before I grabbed them by the back collar.

"Let go, let go!" I struggled and kicked. The guy with the scar on his face and dressed like a crow seemed to be very happy. He tugged me around for half a circle, showing off like he had caught a rabbit.

"It's very lively, this little yellow finch, how long can you play?hmm, it's still small, you have to raise it again......" He pinched my cheek and muttered, his eyes flashing with incomprehension, I wanted to avoid him even more, but how do I dodge?

Crack the ground and let me get out of the way!

"You have to be careful, this little bird pecks. Bebel's brother reminded.

This interrupted the man's movements, and he grabbed my arm and looked at the brothers.

"You seem to like this product, do you want to buy it?" said Bebel's brother bluntly. He frowned, an expression of disgust on his face, and Bebel had a smile on his lips and a cold look in his eyes.

The man was silent for a moment, then flicked something out of his pocket, and then he dragged me down the alley. I had a premonition that the darkness before me was about to swallow up the light, and I pushed harder and harder, and when he saw that I was resisting, he simply carried me upside down.

Behind him, Bebel's brother clutched a gold coin, his face flushed.

"It's not the price we said it was good! it's ten ......."

Before he could finish shouting this, he was stopped by Bebel covering his mouth. The two brothers stopped where they were, arguing. I looked at them and suddenly it dawned on me that the whole world was full of deception - they were going to sell me a gold coin, but they acted like that.