I saw that he suddenly shivered, his hair stood on end in an instant, his eyes were round, his mouth was pouting like a chicken's buttocks, his hands covered his crotch violently, and he let out a miserable scream: "Ouch!"

No one had touched this guy just now, so no one could figure out what had happened to him, only he and I knew best: his lifeline was broken.

The girl also saw the clue, and while laughing softly and scolding "deserved", she quietly gave me a thumbs up.

There were a lot of bastard sellers around like this drunkard, but I didn't have time to find them out one by one before I discovered a new situation. A few young men who looked a few years older than me and the girl hurried into the crowd and walked through the obstacles to the cage. They were well-dressed and agile, and each of them had a child of about six or seven years old under his arm, with strips of cloth in his mouth, his hands tied, and his feet kicking desperately.

Without interrogation, I quietly took out the "Returning Tears", condescendingly, and probed with the "Detective Eye" to confirm my judgment: these children were all abducted.

This time, I didn't rush to make a move, and I just watched from the sidelines. The young man in the lead, thin and tall, with a pointed jaw and a round forehead, and a striking hooked nose, lifted the child in his hand in front of the dreamer as soon as he raised his arm.

The dream master looked at it carefully, touched and pinched, and was very satisfied: "This product is good, five taels." ”

The hooked nose put his arm away: "Ten taels." ”

The Dream Master frowned: "Six." ”

Hooknose said again, "Nine." ”

"Seven. ”

"Eight. ”

"Seven. ”

"Nine. ”

"Okay, good, eight taels is eight taels. The Dream Master hurriedly beckoned the people inside to take the silver and complete the transaction.

The hook nose was ready to turn around, when I called out, "Who is this child?"

His suspicious gaze jumped back and forth between me and the Dream Master, and he replied, "Mine, who are you?"

I laughed and said, "You're so precocious, about the same age as me, and the kids are six or seven years old, so it looks like I'm going to have to work harder." ”

Hawk Nose heard the mockery, and raised his eyebrows angrily: "Lao Tzu got married early, can't he?"

I pointed to the boy and asked, "And what's his name?"

The dream master hurriedly interjected: "Hey, I said that you kid is too nosy, why do you need to ask?"

I tore off his waist tag, held it up in front of his eyes, and asked, "Aren't you claiming to be a public welfare organization? Does the permit issued by the state government allow you to take in kidnapped children?"

The dream master was anxious: "Who said that it was abducted? Which eye did you see that people were abducted? The people we took in were all parents who voluntarily gave up their custody rights." Besides, this identity review is also our own business, and it's not your turn to take care of it!"

The hooked nose of the eagle could not be held back for a long time, and with a loud shout, it flew up in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings, and swooped towards it, looking like it had two brushes. It's a pity that he pays too much attention to details, only cares about showing the essentials of standard movements, sucking his waist and crotch, pulling his chest and back, stretching his arms, leg fingering and eyes step by step, and also hurriedly brushing his hairstyle that was blown by the wind, thus giving me enough time to react.

I lifted his foot and kicked him a few feet away, and he fell to the ground, writhing and rolling like an old hen whose throat had just been cut.

The dream master is not a vegetarian either, and the black tiger grabbed my chest with one move. But he only remembered the essentials of the movement, and did not pay attention to the actual situation - I was holding the "tears in return". His tiger claws slammed into the hard, cold shell of the "Tears Bowl", his nails and joints were broken, and his flesh and blood were blurred. With a miserable scream, I gave him a gentle push and sent him off the ground.

The bodyguards in the venue quickly activated the emergency plan, more than a dozen people rushed towards me with their teeth and claws, and a few people who were far away invariably threw the spears in their hands vigorously, and the cold light was dazzling.

I was calm, my heart and hand were one, and I perfectly combined the speed and precision of "shaving my head three times" with the "killing technique", brushing and brushing.

The six or seven spears that broke through the air shook at the same time, snapped, and all of them broke into several pieces, falling into the dust like rotten wood.

The ones who charged into battle were even more vulnerable, and this time, I dared to try something new. The two strongest men who had rushed fastest had already climbed into the cage, the one on the right pulling out his fangs and slashing at my lower plate, and the one on the left holding up his four-edged mace and poking me straight into the crotch.

These are their special skills, and they must be foolproof at such a close distance, and they have even prepared a speech for meritorious service and award in their hearts. So, when the mace was embedded in the butt of the one on the left, and the four-edged mace was inserted between the legs of the one on the right, both of them were speechless in horror.

After learning from the pain, they also realized that this eighty percent was a deliberate trick played by the other party in order to grab the first prize, so they frantically scuffled together regardless of the bleeding lower body. In the same way, I made the rest of the bodyguards fight against each other, and then pulled the girl to the top of the cage and sat down to enjoy the dog-eat-dog show.

"It would be nice to have melon seeds and fruits. The girl watched it very much and said to herself.

It's a pity that not everyone knows how to appreciate like a girl, and insists on ruining this hilarious scene. The human wall to the south suddenly stirred, and the audience dispersed, and a group of people swaggered in. This is a mixed formation, the front team is a large wave of officers and men, about 100 people, and the military appearance is well-organized; the rear team is a group of miscellaneous troops dressed in quail clothes and carrying sacks, one after another, and they do not know where they came from. At the head of the formation were two very strange-looking fellows, of the same age, one short and stocky, with a figure-eight step, the only man I had ever seen who was wider than tall, with a belly big enough to fit me and the girl at the same time, and the other tall and thin, in a wheelchair, like a matchstick folded into three pieces. The skin complexion of the two is completely different, the fat one is as dark as charcoal, and only the whites of the eyes can be seen on his face, and the thin one is white and snowy, and only the eyeballs can be seen on his face. The fat black man wore a pure white robe, and the thin white man wore a black robe—if they didn't wear that, they would easily be run over by a carriage when they went out at night or during the day.

The formation of officers and soldiers drove to the center of the field under the leadership of these two strange guys, and automatically formed a neat phalanx, while the group of miscellaneous troops behind them scattered in a hurry and rushed to the cages around them. The black fat man looked at the hot fight scene, and with a wave of his hand, the first row of the phalanx rushed up "clatter", and in groups of two, he pulled away all those bodyguards. The white thin man drove a wheelchair to the bodyguard who had been cut off by a wolf tooth knife, leaned over to check it, and then turned his gaze to our side, with a chill in his eyes. His wheelchair has been modified to have a half-human-high handcrank in front of it for easier manoeuvring. He turned the wheel, shook the handle, and drove towards us, like a village woman toiling in front of a spinning wheel.

The wheelchair stopped more than a foot away from us, and the white thin man straightened up and asked solemnly: "Are you guilty of child trafficking?!"

I was stunned by the question, and I was speechless. The girl jumped up: "Are you blind? They are trafficking children, and we are fighting each other!"

The white thin man sneered, bent down to pick up the waist card dropped by the dream master from the ground, and said with a heart: "This waist card shouldn't be yours, right? People are legally taking in abandoned orphans here and doing a good job of public welfare, you ran out to make trouble, and injured so many people, do you want to rob these children and sell them?!"

At this time, the black fat man also left...... Oh, it rolled over and asked in that sensual voice, "Dog, do you know who we are?!"

The girl blurted out: "Black and white." "I also guessed a few points, the master said before, these two guys, like the four great gods, are the right hand men of the imperial dog loyalty, and their strength should not be underestimated.

"It's good to know, we have always used evidence to speak," the black fat man said, pointing at us, "This cage is ironclad evidence, as soon as we came, we saw you sitting on this cage, and the cage was full of children who were snatched by you, and everyone took the stolen goods, and we don't want to deny it!"

The white thin man waved his hand, and several bodyguards with bleeding heads immediately crawled to him. >