My son had a fever and a cold, and he was very injured, so he didn't sleep until more than 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and went to the hospital in the afternoon to do nebulization treatment and blood routine, and he was really tired to see a doctor.

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The noise woke Rossi from his stupor, and he struggled to half-open his eyes, which had been covered with, and the pain of his throat tearing made him swallow dryly. The insignificant saliva stabbed his throat even more painfully, and even the airflow of his breath would scrape his throat hard. He barely raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, the dry eye droppings were like sun-dried grains of salt, hard and congealed together.

The faint light made him a little uncomfortable, raised his arm to block the light, and subconsciously mobilized the holy power in his body, but he was suddenly shocked, and there was not a trace of the holy power that was as tumbling as the river. The prayer in the lower left corner of the horizon was gone, and even the Divine Chapters were gone, as if everything before was a dream, except for the dying seedling and the listless Baili hovering beside the seedling.

What's going on?

He turned over and just wanted to get up, when a sharp wind whistle suddenly sounded in his ears, and with a crisp "snap", a whip stained with salt water was whipped on his body, leaving a red and swollen blood mark.

"Alright, Seth, these goods can sell for a lot of money, and if you don't want to be scolded by the adults, you can kill them. A deep male voice rang out, and a cold snort came from the side of the sound source, but no further movement was made.

Rossi's eyes had adjusted to the light, and he opened them and looked around.

He was piled on a wooden cart filled with people who did not know whether they were alive or dead. These people were only eighteen or nineteen years old, twenty-two or three-year-old, all wearing simple armor, and almost half of their bodies were exposed to the air. Judging by their costumes and grooming, Rosie vaguely guessed that these people were most likely fighters of a certain force, but where was this place?

He saw the man dressed in red, with a leather whip in his hand, with high raised cheekbones, and a mustache under his thin lips, who had a mean countenance, and a pair of round eyes under his barely pale eyebrows, revealing cunning and ruthlessness.

He glared at Rosie and said sharply, "Close your eyes, lie down, and if you dare to move and make a noise, I will kill you!"

Rosie clenched her fists, still doing as he said.

After the carriage had been driving for a while, it passed a pass, and the mean-spirited man in red said a lot of good things flatteringly, and stuffed a lot of money into the voice, and soon the carriage moved again.

In the midst of the swaying, exhaustion and mental emptiness emanated from Rossi's body, which made him unable to resist the erosion of sleepiness and fell asleep grogily.

By the time he came to his senses again, he was in a rough fence.

Yes, the fence, like the fence when raising animals. The ground was covered with dry straw, and a fence made of fine iron separated him from the outside world, and on the ground lay a plate of black, liquid food, and a small piece of hard something, which was supposed to be food. The fence wasn't big, only Rosie was alone, but there were seven or eight people in the fence next to him.

These people sat and stood, their faces full of trepidation and unease, and they seemed to know what they were up against.

Rosie silently picked up the dinner plate and sat cross-legged on the ground, the black porridge tasted like the vomit of some animal, it was disgusting, but he had to eat it hard. The little black thing was supposed to be some kind of animal piece of meat, but it didn't seem to be a good thing. A trace of heat seeps out of the stomach and gradually flows through the body, giving people a feeling of happiness. He patted his buttocks, walked over to the fence, and asked the people on the other side, "Where is this, why are we here?"

The guy over there looked at him like an idiot, "Don't you understand? We're captured." ”

Capture, the word gave Rossi a bad feeling. Before he could ask, a group of people came in the distance.

The red coat walked at the front, holding a stick more than two meters long in his hand, followed by some guys who could be seen to be big people at a glance. The red clothes carefully accompanied the smiling face, and the people in the surrounding fence all stood up, raising their chests and heads, giving Rosie an illusion. It seems that they are like animals for sale at a farmer's market, showing their strongest side to their guests.

The group walked straight to Rossi's fence, and the red-clothed man stabbed him with a stick, and shouted, "Slave, hold up your chest, and let the old men see your body." After he finished speaking, taking advantage of Rosie's failure to come back to his senses, he picked open the rag he wrapped in his ass with a stick, and the whole person was exposed to everyone's eyes.

Some of the ladies in the group, dressed like peacocks, shook their wrists, spread their folding fans, covered the parts below their noses, and whispered to each other. Their eyes were fixed on Rossi's vital point, and there was a divine light on their slightly red cheeks.

Others shook their heads, apparently Rossi didn't meet their expectations.

The red clothes turned around and changed into a flattering smile, "This is the first sober slave, and it is definitely the top of this batch." Ladies and gentlemen, from my thirty years of experience and vision, he is three points stronger than the best brute bull in the previous batch!"

As soon as he said this, someone soon became interested, "How much?"

The smile on the red dress's face was like a blooming flower, and he gestured three fingers, "Three thousand gold coins!"

The person who inquired shook his head, "It's too much, this kind of goods is at most three hundred gold coins, or it depends on your recommendation, if you put it outside, I can't have a hundred gold coins." ”

This was a noble lady on the side who interjected: "Two hundred gold coins, I want it." ”

The man who had asked for the price before frowned, then laughed twice, shook his head, and stopped talking.

The red clothes glanced at Rosie, hooked his finger behind him, and a strong man like an iron tower suddenly stood up in the crowd, and Rosie only noticed this strong man at this time. Before, he had been kneeling on the ground and being led like a dog, and he looked indifferent, as if he was not ashamed of it, perhaps because he had long been numb. "Throw the big three in. ”

The strong man walked to a chest outside the fence, took out three pieces of metal, and threw them into the fence. He lifted his weight lightly, and it seemed that these three metal bumps were as light as a feather in his hand, but the sound and vibration when he landed reflected his extremely strong strength.

The man who inquired about the quotation looked at a large number of strong men as if he were looking at a fine object, and he pointed to this strong man and asked, "How much is this?"

The red clothes nodded and whispered with an apologetic smile: "This is the boss's personal goods, whether it is for sale or not." ”

"Ten thousand gold coins!", the man raised his head haughtily and laughed contemptuously.

What is not for sale? It is nothing more than that he thinks that the price offered by others is too low, and he believes that his offer will definitely impress the slave trader and the slave owners behind him.

But what people didn't expect was that the red clothes shook their heads, "Venerable Chiri once wanted him, but the boss refused." ”

The man fell silent and stopped opening his mouth.

The red shirt smiled and nodded, turned and approached the edge of the fence, he hooked his finger at Rosie, who hesitated for a moment, but leaned over. At this time, he only had the power of his body left, and he had no holy power, and the seedlings and Bai Li in the soul core did not react, so it can be said that his life and death were completely in the hands of others, and he could not resist.

"If you are bought by those noble ladies, you will be played to death by them in a few days. You may not know what they do, but every day they will pour you with all kinds of materials to maintain your combat effectiveness, and then ask for them without limits until you die. "Those male guests are different, if you can impress them and earn enough profit for them, you can regain your freedom, and even gain a higher status and power!"

He hesitated, reached into the fence and patted Rossi on the shoulder.

Rosie suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed, he grabbed the arm of the red coat and pulled it hard. The red clothes didn't even have time and a chance to react, and the whole person hit the fence, but Rosie used force again, took a step back, and his feet were shaped like a reverse bow, and he pulled it hard again, and actually ripped off the arm of the red clothes. Blood splattered everywhere, and the veins exposed to the air wriggled and sprayed thick blood. The pain was so severe that the red clothes howled but could not be unconscious, and he took several steps back with a pale face, and fell to the ground.

Rosie casually threw away the deformed arm in his hand, picked up the largest piece of metal on the ground with one hand, checked it in his hand, and threw it aside casually, "Change the focus!"

This brutal scene not only did not frighten these distinguished guests, but piqued their interest. Several silent male guests exchanged their heads one after another, and the unauthorized hands of the ladies also shook rapidly.

A servant dressed as a servant came from the end of the line, and he picked up his red clothes, "Three thousand gold coins, my lord has asked for it." ”

"This can't be done, I'll give six thousand gold coins, this person belongs to me!", the man who inquired before smiled and stopped between the subordinate and the red clothes.