Looking at the steamed bun in his hand, Cang Luochen's hand tightened, and he suddenly felt panicked in his heart.

Under the albino pushing, Cang Luochen ate the steamed bun in one bite.

The two buckets of steamed buns were quickly snatched up, some people were half full, and some people could only continue to starve, and in a scuffle for steamed buns, there were even three who were killed.

No one paid attention to the three dead men, and everyone silently retreated to the fence.

Albinism pulled Cang Luochen to shrink in a corner, Cang Luochen hid behind the crowd and looked at the few northern Xinjiang and Qiang people. Those people seemed to come to see this "play" specifically, and after the play was over, a few people didn't know what to say and laugh about, and turned to leave.

Albinio rubbed his swollen face: "We will have to die here sooner or later." What the hell is this place? Don't let us work, just stay here and ignore what the hell are we going to do. ”

Cang Luochen took out a small brown pill from the pocket of his underwear and stuffed it into Albino's hand: "Eat it." ”

"You're not dumb!" Bai Hua looked at Cang Luochen with a surprised expression.

Cang Luochen was still shrinking, but he glanced at the pill in his hand: "Eat it." ”

"What is this?"

"Wound medicine." Cang Luochen's answer was concise and to the point.

"You...... Who the hell are you? From that night when all the slaves fled in droves, and she was the only one huddled in the cage and laughed, Albino had a feeling that this thin boy who seemed to be unattractive must not be an ordinary person.

But on the road after that, Cang Luochen kept silent and occasionally looked dazed, and Albino began to doubt his judgment, thinking that Cang Luochen might just be a poor fool. Everyone went to grab the steamed buns just now, but she was still standing in the distance in a daze, and Bai Hua was even more sure that Cang Luochen must not have a good brain, not only would he not run away, but he didn't even know how to grab food.

But this is ......

How could there be wound medicine hidden in the slave's body, although she still lowered her gaze, but when she talked to herself, her eyes were full of essence, her voice was hoarse and a little ugly, but there was an inexplicable momentum in her, which made people dare not question her words.

Albino thinks that there is a kind of person who even if they don't do anything, don't say anything, just look at you lightly, there will be a kind of magic that makes you want to follow and obey.

Bai Hua couldn't help but lower his head and grin, took the pill Cang Luochen gave him in one gulp, and whispered with a smile: "I knew I was not wrong about you." ”

I originally thought that I would not be able to escape in this life, and I would definitely die in this pen like an animal.

But Cang Luochen in front of him suddenly rekindled his confidence, as if he was about to suffocate in a confined space, someone suddenly opened a door.

In the eyes of albinism, Cang Luochen is the one who opened the door.

Seeing that Albino had taken the medicine, Cang Luochen returned to a silent appearance, and even looked stupid when he raised his head.

Bai Hua knew that she was pretending to be like this, but he didn't know for what purpose: "Little brother, who are you?" ”

Cang Luochen was silent.

"It's okay if you don't say it, when you leave, you must take me with you, okay?"

Cang Luochen was still silent.

"When are you going to leave, little brother?"

Albino also didn't know where to get the confidence, knowing that Cang Luochen would definitely leave here. At this point, he was already thinking about what he would do when he left here.

"Little brother, where are you going after you leave? I don't have any relatives at home, can I follow you wherever you go? ”

Cang Luochen's ears were almost whitened and ground out of cocoons.

After being silent for a long time, she finally glanced at Baihua again and asked, "Why did you give me steamed buns?" ”