Looking at the woman lying on the bed, thinking back to her weak figure in front of him, Nian Xingchen's heart was actually aching faintly at this moment.

She was the same as herself, and fate treated her so unfairly, just like herself who had fallen in a pool of blood and struggled before.

"Xiaoman, you're watching her here!" the boy shouted out into the room.

"Then why are you going!" Outside, the little girl was sitting on a stool in the courtyard angrily, her cheeks flushed.

Nian Xingchen looked at the woman like an ice fairy, but he also smiled, "You and I are so similar, could this be the reason why Li Xiang let you and me meet?"

He took off the dust he was carrying behind him and slowly placed it on the edge of the edge, and when the black and white sheaths met, there was no blood.

This sword, this sword, is not lonely, the magic sword, the demon sword, in the weapons make people frightened, and no one dares to approach.

"Find Li Xiang!Go outside and grab some medicine!" Nian Xingchen stepped out of the courtyard before stepping out, and then the voice slowly reached Xiao Man's ears.

"Young master, okay! Don't you have anything else to explain?" Xiao Man kicked out of the courtyard and kicked the stool to the ground!

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A pharmacy somewhere on Tsing Long Street.

"Old shop!" Nian Xingchen was dressed in blue, but he didn't carry the handful of dust behind him, but blended in with the lively market in Chang'an.

The shopkeeper was a white-haired man in his sixties, whose eyes had been covered by white eyebrows, but he didn't know his eyes.

"What do you want?"

There was also a hint of hesitation on his cold face at this moment, "If a person coughs and his body is extremely weak, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, what kind of symptoms is this?"

Lao Suo hooked his back, his eyebrows gradually wrinkled, but he also shook his head, "But I don't know! But the cold?

Nian Xingchen's cold face also showed a sad color, "Is it really an incurable disease?"

Seeing the customer's sad face, Lao Su coughed lightly, "It's better to do this, I'll open you the best medicine for your body, it may not be able to cure the disease, but it may be beneficial!"

"Okay! just open!" Nian Xingchen also readily agreed.

Lao Suo was busy grabbing medicine and getting busy, and the young man could only stand in front of the medicine cabinet at the moment and watch Lao Suo busy.

"Hehe, I don't know if the guest officer has a family background, and he came to find medicine for his wife!" the old man's wrinkled hands began to wrap up the medicine.

"No! yes, it's the wife who hasn't passed through the door. ”

Lao Suo handed the medicine to Nian Xingchen, his eyebrows opened, and he said with a smile: "Then I wish her a speedy recovery!

Nian Xingchen nodded slightly, and also walked out of the pharmacy.

Chang'an has four main streets, Zhuque Street leads directly to the Imperial Palace, Qinglong Street in the West Street, Baihu Street in the East Street are all prosperous places, and Xuanwu Street is the road into Chang'an.

The young man looked at the crowded street on the street, and took a fancy to it at a glance, the rock sugar gourd with crystal icing sugar coating on the periphery, only after eating it in the Western Regions, he seemed to like this sweet.

Digging out his pocket, Li Xiang seemed to have some leftovers, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, it seemed that he could have a full meal!

Holding the medicine in his left hand and holding a large handful of sugar gourds, he still stuffed it in his mouth, this thing is not very expensive, go back and give Xiaoman a taste, by the way, there is also that woman, you have to leave a few for her, it will be a family in the future.

A sweet taste swept through his heart, bringing a taste that he hadn't tasted for a long time, and his eyes gradually melted into a slit in this small delicacy.

If you can eat this every day, it would be great!

Walking and walking, accompanied by that shout, his eyes slowly widened, and the smile raised at the corner of his mouth slowly solidified at this moment, and the sugar gourd in his mouth blurted out and fell to the ground at once, and the bright red sugar coating was shattered, and gradually rolled forward.

The white vests, smelling all over their bodies, their faces were stained, their hair was messy, there were men and women, which made people feel disgusted at once, and their hands and feet were bound in pitch-black iron shackles, and the shackles were connected one after the other, forming an invisible cage.

The sugar gourd rolled forward and slowly fell under the feet of the group of bound people, and for a moment, more than a dozen hungry wolf-like eyes stared at it.

More than a dozen of them squeezed each other like this, forgetting their restraints, and eating the tumbling sugar gourd, leaving nothing left.

"What are you doing!"

There was a whip sound, I don't know which one of the more than a dozen people was drawn, and they retreated back to their original places one by one like frightened birds, and the wolf-like eyes at the beginning were now distracted, like a fire that had been extinguished, and the world suddenly dimmed.

Now they have nothing but instinct.

"Saibei people! Two taels of silver each!"

"Saibei people! Two taels of silver each!"

The man with the whip began to yell into the street, and the shrill voice that made Nian Xingchen almost want to vomit all the time surrounded him.

Nightmare, why did slave traders appear in Chang'an again, and the war between the Tang Dynasty and Saibei seems to have been won again!

"Xiao Man......." Nian Xingchen stared at those people with blank eyes, like poultry and beasts, he thought of Xiao Man.

I probed into the seams of my clothes, and there was one more point, could I buy one? What if I bought him, let him go, would he be able to live?

After the defeat, Saibei surrendered his people to the Tang Dynasty in order to protect itself, but did it ever think about how those people lived?

The young man looked firm, no matter what, I want to ......

Just as he was about to walk over, suddenly a hand behind him put on the young man's shoulder and grabbed him.

"Little brother, what are you going to do?"

With a soft male voice, it reached Nian Xingchen's ears.

He turned his head, an eight-foot man stood behind him, a head taller than Nian Xingchen, he was dressed in purple clothes, holding a sword in his hand, a white lion jade pendant tied around his waist, his long hair behind him was tied behind his head, he didn't know what was hidden in his purple eyes, he had a tall nose, his face was flawless, and there was a hint of a smile.

Nian Xingchen looked at the man behind him, and then looked at the hand he put on his shoulder, his face turned cold, "Take your hand away!"

"Little brother is trying to save them, right? I just watched behind you for a while, and I still advise you to give up this idea!" the man in purple said lightly.

"Why, I'm rich!" Nian Xingchen turned around and asked.

"Actually, I think you should have seen that these people are no different from the walking dead, it is not the black shackles that bind them, the real Saibei people are extremely brave, this iron thing can't enslave them!"

The man in purple whispered to the young man, his purple eyes flickering continuously.

"What do you mean......" The boy didn't know what to say, he wasn't a thinker in the first place, but an executor.

"It's not shackles that really bind them at all, it's servility!" the man in purple frowned, his face turned cold, but he still whispered.

"Servile. ”

"After being dominated by people who are stronger than themselves, there are generally only two ways to do it, resist! That kind of person will die, but that kind of person is the warrior of Saibei! And the other kind of person chooses to obey, and in the end their servility will be constantly magnified!" The man in purple looked at the people in shackles, "This kind of person is the saddest, they have lost their human dignity!" His hand slowly clenched.

"Is that so. Nian Xingchen lowered his head slightly, what should he do now?

"So, little brother, do you still want to save them now? What you bring back may be just a pair of skins. ”

"I ......."

The purple-clothed man slowly approached his face, smiled evilly, pointed at Nian Xingchen's chest and said slowly, "What kind of person are you, are you an enslaved person, or a person who resists to death?"