The caged slaves looked pitiful, ragged and unkempt, with numb expressions and empty eyes, like soulless walking corpses, with nothing but despair and fear.

Seeing the tragic situation of these people, Qi Anxin couldn't bear it, but he felt that there was nothing more ugly in the world than this, and he simply lost his conscience.

After a long sigh, Qi An didn't plan to linger any longer, the longer he looked at it, the more blocked his heart became, it was better to leave quickly, out of sight was pure.

However, when passing through an iron cage, Qi An felt something, turned his head slightly, and saw a pair of big black and white eyes, staring at him timidly.

This is a little girl with a ponytail, about ten years old, as if she is sick, her face is pale, her lips are bruised, her skin is covered with bones, she is weak, her clothes are tattered, all dirt and dust, her original color can no longer be seen, only a pair of eyes are still bright, but the expression on her little face is afraid and panicked, and her body is curled up in a ball and squatted in the corner of the cage, like a frightened kitten.

She has heavy shackles on her hands and feet, and her status is naturally a slave, but the strange thing is that she is the only one in this large iron cage that is more than a foot long and wide, and she is especially conspicuous alone, like a child abandoned by her parents.

Seeing Qi An's gaze projected, the girl buried her little head in her arms in panic, and her skinny petite body trembled, like a frightened ostrich perched in Mozhou.

This scene stung Qi An's heart and made him feel pity, thinking that this girl was sold as a slave at such a young age, and just by being looked at, he was afraid of being like this, I am afraid that she has suffered a lot of abuse.

Qi An stopped, looked at the Dark Devil Cultist by the cage, pointed at the little girl and said, "I want to buy her, how much does it cost?"

The Dark Demon Cultist glanced at Qi An, stretched out three fingers, and replied nonchalantly, "Three thousand yuan beads." ”

"What?" Qi An was suddenly startled and almost jumped up: "A slave wants to sell for three thousand yuan beads?"

Qi An was so angry that he wanted to beat people, ordinary slaves sell secular coins, this guy really dares to shout, not only to sell yuan beads, but also to offer three thousand, am I a fool?

The Black Demon Cultist's eyes narrowed, and he said in a strange manner: "She is not an ordinary slave, but a cultivator, her realm is not low, and she has the cultivation of the late stage of condensation, and my bid of three thousand yuan beads is already fair enough!"

"Ah, Xiunu?" Qi An was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but glance at the cage again.

Cultivators, as the name suggests, refers to monk slaves, at least in the Qi Condensation Realm, even if they are innate martial arts sects, they are just ordinary slaves, not cultivators.

A strong cultivator can become a bodyguard or a killer, so the higher the cultivation and strength of the cultivator, the higher the value.

Moreover, the nuns themselves can become "coolies", constantly pouring Yuan Zhu under the oppression, and their value cannot be measured in terms of worldly property, at least in terms of Yuan Zhu as the selling price unit.

A monk in the late stage of Qi Condensation, if he meditates and refines Qi all year round to infuse Yuan Beads, he can almost make 1,000 Yuan Beads, and three years is 3,000 pieces, so that little girl is really as the slave trader said, she is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Condensation, and the price of 3,000 Yuan Beads is completely reasonable, and even cheaper.

But Qi An didn't believe it, how could this frightened little girl who seemed to be seriously ill and not yet recovered be a monk in the late stage of Qi Condensation?

You must know that he Qi An started cultivating at the age of ten, and it took him seven years to reach the late stage of Qi Condensation, and this little girl, who looks like she is only in her early tens at most, is also in the late stage of Qi Condensation, so at what age did she start cultivating? How long did it take?

If this little girl is really a late-stage cultivator of Qi Condensation, then her cultivation talent must be very high, she can be called peerless, she should be the treasure of the major cultivation forces, why did she fall to this point and become a lowly and undignified cultivator?

As soon as he thought of this, Qi An couldn't help but laugh: "How old is this little girl, how can she be a late-stage cultivator of Qi Condensation? It's just nonsense! You have to make up a decent story even if you make up a story, when I'm a fool?"

The Dark Devil Cultist didn't explain, and replied arrogantly, "Believe it or not!"

This attitude made Qi An feel a little uncomfortable, and thought: These slave traders have a good temper, and they are so hard when they speak!

"Hmph, what are you talking nonsense about me?" Qi An muttered unhappily, and glanced at the little girl in the cage again, not to mention the monk, the sick appearance was not even as good as that of ordinary people, there was no trace of blood on the pale little face, the lips showed an unhealthy blue purple, and the thin body kept shivering, I don't know whether it was fear or cold.

Qi An shook his head, retracted his gaze, turned around and left, and the black demon cultist ignored it, snorted coldly, crossed his hands on his hips, and had no intention of retaining it at all.

After walking out of a dozen steps, Qi An kept feeling the little girl's gaze imprinted on him, like an invisible silk thread pulling his heart, he couldn't help but look back, and saw the big black and white eyes, the black pupils contained all kinds of emotions, panic, confusion, sadness, fear, so that the softest place in his heart was stabbed fiercely.

"What a sin!" Qi An bowed his head and sighed, then turned back, walked up to the slave trader, and said helplessly, "Let her out!

"Huh?" The Dark Devil Cultist was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that this young man would be willing to spend 3,000 yuan beads to buy a sick little girl.

"Let's trade!" Qi An had already decided, so he didn't hesitate anymore, reached into the storage bag, and grabbed a large amount of Yuan Zhu.

Only then did the Black Demon Cultist come back to his senses, and hurriedly took out a small empty storage bag, put the Yuan Zhu inside, and counted the number at the same time.

Three thousand yuan beads is not a small amount, one after another yuan beads were put into the storage bags of the Black Demon Sect, Rao is fierce man's spirit is concentrated, and it will take some time to count.

After the delivery of Yuanzhu, Qi An urged: "Hurry up and release the people!"

The Dark Demon Cultist nodded repeatedly, a smile on his face for the first time, and soon opened the iron cage and yelled at the little girl inside, "Come out!"

The little girl squatted on the ground, and moved over very fearfully and carefully, and the shackles and chains on her hands and feet dragged on the ground, making an unpleasant scraping sound.

When the little girl got out of the iron cage, Qi An helped her up, grabbed the shackles and squeezed them with his hands, and the heavy shackles made of pig iron were scattered and shattered like soft clods of earth.

The Dark Devil Cultist was taken aback, he didn't expect this clear-eyed young man to have such a big hand, he could easily crush iron pieces, how strong was he?

Qi An casually showed his hand, and then shocked the slave trader, his attitude was no longer arrogant, and he politely took out a small jade talisman and handed it to Qi An, and said with a smile: "Cultivators have control techniques, she was given a soul forbidden technique, and a wisp of life soul was extracted and sealed in this jade talisman, Your Excellency holding this jade talisman is equivalent to controlling her life, as long as you crush this talisman, she will die immediately!"

Qi An's face changed, he didn't expect that there were such vicious methods in the world, and he could control the life and death of others with a small jade talisman, and he couldn't help but double his disgust with this Black Demon Sect.

In fact, it is a common phenomenon for slave cultivators to be controlled, and not only slave cultivators, but even warrior slaves cannot be avoided, in order to prevent them from rebelling against their masters.

Most of the slaves who control the warriors rely on the unique secret and uneradicated chronic poisons, and regularly detoxify them, if the slaves are not obedient, they will not live long;

Qi An looked at the jade talisman and asked with a frown, "How can I unlock the soul forbidden technique?"

The Dark Demon Cultist replied truthfully: "It's very simple, just let her hold the jade talisman, and it won't be long before the extracted soul will be attracted by the body and return to itself, and the prohibition will be self-free!"

Qi An immediately handed the jade talisman to the little girl, and said softly: "You take it!"

The little girl timidly stretched out a dirty little hand, held the white jade talisman tightly in the palm of her hand, and looked at Qi An pitifully.

Qi An sighed, reached out and stroked the top of her head, smoothed out her unkempt hair, and asked with a kind expression, "What's your name, how old are you?"

Maybe it was because Qi An rescued her from the cage, maybe because Qi An's attitude was very friendly, maybe because Qi An looked more pleasing to the eye, the little girl's fear was invisibly reduced a lot, and her big eyes blinked twice before she replied softly: "My name is Xiaoyou, and I am thirteen years old this year." ”

It turned out that this little girl was thirteen years old, probably not well nourished, weak and not developing normally, and she looked like she was only ten years old.

Qi An asked again, "What's your last name?"

Xiaoyou shook his head in confusion: "I don't know!"

Qi An was curious: "How could you not know?"

Xiao You's expression became extremely lonely, and after a long while, he replied timidly: "I heard Aunt Yang, who was washing and cooking in the house, said that when I was very young, my father and mother took me to escape the famine, and then my mother died of illness, and my father was afraid that he would not be able to support me, so he sold me to Mrs. Wu in the house, and took the money and left." I grew up in the house since I was a child, and I made a maid ring for Mrs. Wu, and Mrs. has always called me Xiaoyou, so I don't know what my original surname is......"

The voice became smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible, but just a few words, Qi An roughly understood Xiao You's life experience, but there were still some unclear points, so he asked again: "Then why did you become a slave again?"

Hearing Qi An ask this, tears suddenly welled up in Xiao You's eyes, like two streams flowing on his cheeks, and his voice was extremely choked: "That...... On that day, there were a lot of bad people in the house, and they killed people everywhere...... Mrs. Wu is dead, Aunt Yang is dead, and Xiaoju, Xiaohong and Xiaoyan are all dead, and I am the only one left...... Afterward...... I was arrested...... They put me in a cage and didn't give me anything to eat...... Whining...... I'm so scared...... Woowoo woo ......"

Seeing the little girl crying with pear blossoms and rain, she was overwhelmed with grief, Qi Anxin felt pity, reached out to wipe her tears, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, my brother is here!" My name is Qi An, a few years older than you, I will protect you, with me, I will not let the bad guys bully you, don't cry anymore!"

Xiao You nodded, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, slowly stopping her crying, only her little nose twitched and sniffed, and when she raised her head, her two black eyes became red, and the tip of her nose and the wings of her nose were also red.

"Come with me first!" Qi An took Xiao You's little hand and was about to leave the slave market.

Xiao You nodded obediently, did not speak, also grasped Qi An, and the other hand was holding the life talisman, a wisp of life soul in the talisman was attracted by its body, turning into a unique breath invisible to the naked eye and returning to the body, and the life talisman turned from white to gray, gradually losing its luster, and also lost its effect.

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I confess, I have fallen!

This book has been recommended by web page classification once after signing the contract, the location is not very good, the data is miserable, the clicks do not increase but fall, and the men and women are in tears.

I thought I was beaten into the cold palace by the editor, and I was dead, but this week, thanks to the editor's mercy, I was given a recommendation position, or in the web category, the position is better than last time.

I was very afraid, for fear that I would miss this opportunity again, that is, to pour salt on the unhealed wound.

Yesterday, a big guy gave me a trick, that is, to send red envelopes, asking for attention, I have always only known honest code words, and I am really moved.

At 12 o'clock in the morning last night, my friend helped me send three red envelopes on my behalf, and I also sent it once, a total of 100, the effect was immediate, I got up this morning to see, the collection rose by 11, one night is equivalent to the usual month's increase, and the red envelope Dafa really works.

In today's era, capital is king, money can make ghosts grind, krypton can indeed become stronger, what writing, what story, stand behind it, don't block me from receiving red envelopes.

I originally thought that the author would be able to get income by writing a book, but the reality is that it is useless to just write a book, and you have to kneel on the ground and call your father, and hand out a red envelope in your hand, so that you can have readers.

I just want to remind you that you don't spend a penny to look at the genuine version, and there are red envelopes to take, isn't it fragrant?

During this week's recommendation period, I will send red envelopes from time to time, and try the water for a few days, if the data still can't get up, I will feel at ease in the future, and no longer engage in crooked ways!

This chapter is a bit too many words.,It's a celebration of last night's rise in 11 collections.。