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Late at night, it was drizzling in the sky, and in the cold temperatures, a thin layer of ice slag formed on the ground. The horses' hooves galloped by, and the rain splashed with melting ice slag.

Before dawn, the streets were empty, and Cang Luochen's horse galloped by, breaking the cold and quiet morning.

He was dressed in plain cloth and green clothes and a brown cloak with a large hood, but he was already half-wet, his hair was pulled by wooden hairpins, and his long, thick eyelashes were covered with tiny droplets.

As they approached the city gate, the guard's spear intercepted: "Stop, who! ”

Cang Luochen pulled the reins and raised his face under the hood: "Open the door." ”

Watching Cang Luochen's lonely back disappear into the dim night, the two city gate guards couldn't help but sigh: "What I know is the eldest son of the general, but what I don't know is harder than us, and this trip is probably extremely dangerous." ”

"Who says it's not, this guy who has no official children at all, every time he fights, he leads the soldiers to rush to the forefront, but he has not had half an official position for so many years, and I feel a loss for him."

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Cang Luochen rode his horse and galloped for several hours, and finally even the speed of the horse became slower and slower. But finally when it was about to dawn, she reached her destination.

A human trafficking market in northern Xinjiang. In fact, it is also a place where slaves are bought and sold.

But the difference is that here you can sell slaves, and you can sell yourself.

After years of war, people who can't survive abound, and many people end up selling themselves for some food money in order to make a living, or for the sake of their families.

On the way, Cang Luochen had already applied the disfigurement medicine that Qin Xiuming had configured for her, and there was also a potion that could change her voice and even raise a small piece of Adam's apple when she drank it.

Cang Luochen after the disguise, his face was full of freckles and his face was sallow, and his voice was better than that of a broken gong, and he was a poor boy who had fled. She had already released her horse, and with only a few close things with her, she went into the market.

As soon as the sky dawned, the market was already bustling with people, buying and selling.

Cang Luochen walked around the market, and finally stopped in a place where people were not very dense.

Beside him, a slave trader was shouting for sale.

The slave trader had a thick rope with a thick wrist in his hand, and behind the rope was a row of slaves he was going to sell. Most of the slaves were ragged, men, women, and children, and stood in one place with their hands tied to twine, their eyes glazed or frightened.

In modern civilized society, such human rights violations and violations are commonplace in feudal society, and no one will feel that anything is wrong.

Cang Luochen stood aside and only glanced at it, and his eyes were fixed on the slave standing at the back.

It was a half-grown child, thirteen or fourteen years old at most, with tattered clothes, and almost no good flesh on his arms, new and old wounds, and a skinny body.

But what attracted Cang Luochen was not these, but the child's eyes, wolf-like eyes, ruthless, indifferent, and arrogant.

There were two buyers who wanted to buy slaves, and they asked for a few slaves in front of them, but when they saw the child, they were startled by his eyes and hid away.

The child noticed that Cang Luochen was looking at him, and suddenly turned his head with a sharp eye, and Cang Luochen couldn't help but think of the little wolf on the grassland that bared his teeth and threatened the enemy.

But that look can threaten others, but it can't threaten Cang Luochen, who has been fighting all year round.

Looking at the child's threatening eyes, Cang Luochen smiled.