Chapter 300: Buying Pei Zhuo
The people of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm were born and raised, and they have been instilled with the concept of respecting demons since they were children, and they are all soft and respectful in their bones.
A small number of wild and untamable people will also be troubled from time to time when they walk outside, and it is extremely difficult to obtain resources.
Like Qian Yue, who was only despised by the spirit, was already the benevolence of the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.
Before the market opened, she said goodbye to the demon cultivator who led the way in a few words, and turned around in the market.
"Little girl, are you going to sell yourself into slavery?" a big man with a thick demonic breath and a big man who was five big and three thick walked over and asked.
"No, you're mistaken. ”
However, the big man did not give up, but admonished bitterly, "It's really inconvenient for you to cultivate without a master, there will be a lot of rich sons and young ladies coming over for today's business, don't miss such a good opportunity for a moment." ”
"Not really, I'm not going to sell myself. ”
"Alas, why don't you little girl say that you don't listen?" the big man became a little impatient, "This is a slave market, you don't come to sell yourself, do you still want to buy slaves?"
Qianyue was slightly stunned, and then nodded, "That's right, in fact, I came over for my son-in-law to see if there was a suitable slave." ”
The big man was surprised and asked, "Do you have a lord?"
Qianyue continued to nod, "Yes." ”
"Oh. The big man was a little disappointed, with some hesitation on his face, and was called out by another demon cultivator before walking away.
Qianyue, who had the master, continued to circle around, and the slave market in Baoji Town was a medium-sized square, which could accommodate almost three hundred people.
Today is a special day, there are fifty slaves waiting to be sold in the market, including monks who have escaped from Wusheng Town.
Qian Yue carefully scanned it and found that there were only eight people left in total, and the rest of the monks didn't know whether they were stuck elsewhere or didn't escape from the spatial passage.
However, there are no god-transforming monks among these eight people, so I don't think I will go all the way with them.
In the bustling market, there is a corner surrounded by a group of demon cultivators, and the sound of frolic and noise comes out one after another.
That row was the sales point of the Jindan monk, and when his divine sense swept over, he unexpectedly saw a few old acquaintances.
Qianyue was a little depressed, there were still several monks from Wusheng Town there, how could she pull Pei Zhuo out?
Also, I don't know if slaves are expensive? She doesn't have much value on her!
Seeing that the market is about to open in a while, it will be more difficult to take him away at that time, and it will be necessary to solve it quickly.
Qian Yue thought about it, her eyes flashed, and she stepped forward to push away the demon cultivator and squeeze in.
A demon cultivator who was pushed away lowered his head and saw a human cultivator, and immediately said unhappily, "Where did the person come from to cultivate so rude?"
"Tsk, such a mediocre look, this is inferior. ”
"It's really inferior, and it's said that only high-grade slaves are sold today, why is there a broken stock mixed in?"
Demon cultivators, the more you talk about it, the happier you become, and Qianyue, who has something to do, doesn't want to pay attention to it at all.
She walked to the innermost and glanced at the monks in front of her, her eyes were on Zhang Zhixi, and then she looked away.
"You come out with me, my master wants it. ”
Pei Zhuo, who was inexplicably hand-picked, was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, "Me?"
"Procrastinating, since you came to the market, don't you still want to sell it?" Qianyue's tone was very bad.
Pei Zhuobei, who encountered human trafficking by the demon cultivator gang, came from it, who did he provoke whom?
Hao Duan went to the Immortal Tower for trial, but inexplicably fell into the void, and finally escaped from Wusheng Town, and crashed into the hands of vicious human traffickers.
He doesn't want to be a slave to demon cultivators at all!
"Huh, this ugly person cultivates with a master?"
"It's still for the master to choose the slave, it looks a little embarrassing. ”
Qianyue, "......" jumped from mediocre to ugly all of a sudden, this aesthetic is really changeable.
"Hey, are you leaving?" Qian Yue urged impatiently, "My master is a golden crowbird, and he has a good temper, and he won't grab your head and peck at you." If it weren't for the fact that you look stupid, I wouldn't want to choose. ”
Pei Zhuo's heart jumped, this picture is a little familiar!
The golden crow bird pecked his head, wasn't that the story of his first time being saved by the big guy?
He looked at the nun in a daze, looking at each other, and was surprised to see a familiar look of disgust in her eyes.
Ahh
Before Qianyue went crazy, he came back to his senses in time, "Let's go, let's go, of course, let's go! Don't hide it from this girl, I am as careful as a hair, and I am the best at serving nobles, and you buy me alone is equivalent to ten people." ”
Demon cultivators: Is this person cultivating evil?
Monk of the Dead Town: No backbone!
Qianyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this guy is not stupid to the end, otherwise she would really be haggard.
She led him out of the encirclement with a look of dissatisfaction, and the big man who had tried to sell her into slavery immediately walked over.
"Little girl, have you chosen?"
"Well, just pick one, it's bought for rough work anyway. She glanced at Pei Zhuo unpleasantly, and then looked at Dahan with a little respect, "Where to settle the bill?"
Dahan raised a smile from the merchant, "The little girl's vision is still good, this is the person who only arrived yesterday." Come with me, let's go to the second floor to go through the formalities. ”
After all, it was the first time for Qianyue to come to this kind of place, and she was also worried about showing timidity, so she calmly followed the demon cultivator upstairs.
In the affairs hall on the second floor, there were several busy demon cultivators sitting inside, and they didn't react when they saw a few people coming in.
The big man sat down by the doorway, pointed to the chair in front of him, and said, "Little girl, sit down." ”
After she sat down, he talked about Pei Zhuo's worth, "This slave is owned by the market, not a personal transaction. Therefore, the price is determined by the slave market, and for the sake of the little girl and me, I will give you an affordable price, two hundred medium-grade spirit stones. ”
Qianyue: It's so expensive! Where did she get so many spirit stones?
Thinking of this, she glared at Pei Zhuo fiercely, she is also from Wusheng Town, why can you be so good, and you will be abducted to the slave market to sell at a turn?
Qianyue was so angry that her heart ached, such a group of Yuanying Jindan would be caught by demon cultivators and sold as slaves!
If it was usual, she probably wouldn't frown, but she encountered this when she was extremely short of spirit stones.
Pei Zhuo glanced at her aggrievedly, and secretly rubbed it: Two hundred medium-grade spirit stones, is it very expensive?
He's a dignified Jindan monk! This is simply an insult to him!
In the end, Qianyue still didn't have the heart to leave him in the market, and took out a medium-grade magic weapon and handed it to Dahan, "Can you use this to resist?"
This magic weapon was obtained after killing An Ruoqian and his wife in Wusheng Town, if it is placed in Fang City, there will naturally be more than two hundred medium-grade spirit stones, but at the moment, she can't ask the big man to give her change.
Dahan's eyes lit up, he took the magic weapon and looked at it carefully, and said happily, "Naturally, this thing is just worth two hundred medium-grade spirit stones." ”
Are you sure?
Qianyue didn't want to say a word to the black-hearted man.
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