In broad daylight, a mysterious black-robed man was sneakily hesitating, there must be a problem, and it depends on how the fat man and I clean up this bad guy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Several children, under the leadership of Little Fat Dun'er, gradually approached Yao Shijue not far away, and their hearts were beating faster, looking at Yao Shijue with a little excitement.

"It's bold enough, but it's really the character of the little fat man. Yao Shijue's spiritual power was shocked, and the vision of several children blurred instantly, and then recovered, and then looked at it, how could there be any mysterious black-robed figure.

"Wow!"

The weird scene made several children tremble in fright, and the little chubby dun was still steady, "Huh, I met a very powerful person, but fortunately he didn't find out that we wanted to fix him." ”

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In a small alley, a thief who often mingles in the theft industry, he happened to have a small harvest today, and was going to spend a good time, but when he was about to go, he suddenly found a big man in a black robe approaching a very old house, and thought, "Isn't that the home of the unlucky old woman?"

"Is it a relative of the unlucky old woman, I'd better tell the boss to be better!" the thief picked at his head and turned away.

The black-robed man opened the old door, and the room was deserted, and no one was there. The items placed around were just some very old furniture, a table and a few chairs, as well as cabinets and some remnants of broken items, Yao Shijue's hand brushed lightly, and a thin layer of dust was already stained on the palms of his hands.

"How does this house feel like it has been vandalized, my mother?" Yao Shijue looked at the chaotic house, and a hint of foreboding surged in his heart, and then he hurriedly ran out of the house, ready to arrest someone to inquire.

"Hey, come here. Yao Shijue saw a person and hypnotized him with his spiritual power, guiding him to what he knew.

"The owner of this house was gone a long time ago. The man replied.

"Where did she go?" Yao Shijue continued to manipulate.

"It looks like he was caught by Baron Moore and taken to work as a nanny or something!" the man said blankly.

"Hehe, it seems that your whole family doesn't want to live anymore!" Yao Shijue got a general understanding of the situation and found the location of Baron Moore's home. Erasing the man's memory, he threw him aside, jumped and galloped on the eaves, and quickly ran towards Baron Moore's.

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Baron Moore bought a manor house in the suburbs, several large houses in a row, and planted ornamental plants everywhere, etc., which looked very stylish.

Baron Moore was of average fame in the capital, a minor nobleman, with three sons and a daughter.

"Hahaha, good, good, you danced well, each person will be rewarded with a silver coin!" In the hall of the big mansion, an old man happened to be dancing with his children and grandchildren to watch the purchased singer, and the atmosphere in the whole house was good, and he laughed: "Today is a good day, Mo Yi is quite competitive, he actually became a second-order magician, and he also won the appreciation of Master Boya in the academy, very good!"

"Father, it's just a coincidence!" said Mo Yixi, smiling and saluting Baron Moore.

"Cut, this guy is just a **** luck, Master Boya happens to be short of alchemy materials, and after receiving his gift, he just took care of it a little, and he really thought he was a good material!" Among the relatives, a young man in the corner who was slightly older than Mo Yi said to another young man: "You said yes, big brother!"

"Hmph, he's really getting carried away!" is called the eldest brother, and he is also the eldest son of Baron Moore, his strength is not good, and he is also a first-order magician, the same as the second son.

In fact, in a certain aspect, the three sons are all straw bales, and they are only at the first order at such an age, and one has finally reached the second order.

Before this, this has always been a thorn in Baron Moore's heart, his daughter has a good talent, but after all, he has to get married, and his son can be powerful in order to inherit his title well.

While the crowd was applauding, there were many servants in the mansion who were cleaning, working, cooking, etc., many of them women in their thirties, some of whom came to work voluntarily or some of whom had been bought from the slave market.

Women who work voluntarily do relatively light work, and slaves do the heavy work and are fraught with danger.

Martha, a poor woman with a modest face, was a girl from a poor area, who had been trafficked into the slave market when she was a teenager, and had been brought back to work as a nanny and cleaner when she had been bought as a slave by Baron Moore a year earlier.

"Shhh

Her scarred fingers rubbed the dirty rag back and forth on the ground, meticulously cleaning the dirt from the bricks on the floor, and her brow furrowed with every force of her hand.

"Damn, it's so clean, why do you have to wipe those places clean, and no one will notice the gaps between the tiles!"

In addition to her, there were other women who cleaned with her, and none of them were working mechanically with a numb face, and Martha's face was still more active.

After working for a long time, Martha ran to the kitchen to serve her lunch, which was the leftover from Baron Moore's party before, although it tasted very mixed, but it was still edible.

"Well, I don't know when we'll be free!" Martha said softly, chewing the tasteless food in her mouth slowly, looking at the colorful food on the plate.

"You're here again, don't talk nonsense, if anyone hears this, you'll be finished, do you want to be like the old woman before!" There was also a woman sitting in front of Martha, who was older than Martha, and was one of the few good friends in the house.

"The old woman is not dead yet?" Martha, hearing her friend speak, suddenly looked back at the place where the rice was served, where a man was scooping a few scoops of rice into a plate and leaving with it.

"Probably not yet, but listening to them, it is estimated that he is about to die, this big fat pig is really ruthless enough, for a woman. The good friend said.

"Oh......" Martha looked at the back of the man serving the rice gradually leaving, hesitated, and said, "Or, let's bring something for her!"

"Poof!" the good friend squirted out a mouthful of food instantly, a pair of eyes stared at Martha, looking at Martha in disbelief, and said, "Don't think about it, it's useless, just let her live a few more days, one more day of torture will be tortured one more day, and when you stay here for a few years, you will know." ”

"Really?" said Martha, as she wiped the rice off her face bit by bit.