Hong Yanyan, he is always bullied [Quick Transition]

Desert, Yangu.

"Wan Yanhui," Tie Kele paused, then opened his mouth in a deep voice, "Which brothel did you sell that little slave to?"

"It seems to be some kind of green clothes house. I didn't take a closer look, but he sold it very smoothly. When he showed his face, the manager of the brothel rushed to buy it." Wan Yanhui said in a loud voice, It's just that he didn't see Tekler's face getting darker and darker.

"Stop it!" Tekler yelled, feeling depressed and impatient.Recently, Zawuhe's competition with him has become more and more fierce, and it seems that he will send troops soon.Originally, he should have focused on this, defeated Najawuhe, and occupied the desert, but for some reason, he often felt unspeakable regret and pain in his heart.The more he is like this, the more he suppresses his emotions.Is it possible that his majestic desert eagle, the king of Yangu, would go back on his word in front of a little slave?Now that it's sold, forget it.

He kept saying to himself: That's just a lowly little slave who wants to escape, that's all just a lowly slave!After a while, he calmed down and showed that inevitable smile again.Damo, no, the world is mine!Occupy the desert first, and then attack Southern Chu.Zhawuhe is cruel and tyrannical, and Nanchu Xiaoer is just a fool. In this world, if I don't take it, who will take it!

At this time, in the Southern Chu Palace thousands of miles away from Yangu, Zhao Heng was playing with the bird.He feeds the birds from time to time, and occasionally goes to see the koi in the purple gold and white jade tank.About 30 years old, although he is still handsome, but he looks like a wealthy idler.It's just that the hostility in his eyes is quite inconsistent with his behavior.

Just looking into his eyes, you can feel that this man is definitely not a kind person.And his behavior is quite weird.He stared at the bird, obviously wanting to strangle it to death, but he smiled very gently when feeding it.

He looked at the bird obediently pecking at the food, as if he was very happy.But then he let out a long sigh. "My poor and cute little baby, if it wasn't for my nephew's habit of eating birds, I would really be reluctant to make you into food." He sighed again after speaking, "Oh, Mu Jiu , roast this little bird. Remember not to add seasoning, my nephew doesn't like salt or anything like that."

A person in the hall answered yes, opened the cage and caught the bird away.From afar, there was an extremely loving voice, "Remember, my nephew likes these foods the most. My nephew eats less, but how can he grow taller and stronger like that? So, you You have to watch him finish eating."

Mu Jiu sighed and came in front of the little emperor, seeing the eleven or twelve year old foolish emperor playing with pearl bracelets with a smirk, he couldn't help sighing again.

He knelt down, saluted, and then said, "Your Majesty, King Jin asked me to bring food." After speaking, he took out a black ball wrapped in oiled paper.The bird looked hard to swallow, but he actually made it the same way as a beggar's chicken.Wrapped in soil and lotus leaves and then baked.After it was done, it was golden in color, so I was afraid that it would not be able to make a difference, so I wrapped the body of the bird with internal strength, and only deliberately burned the outer layer of skin.Moreover, he had carefully taken out the internal organs of the bird beforehand, and generally speaking, no traces could be seen.But even so, this plate of food without salt, no matter how you look at it, should not be a meal on the plate of a country's emperor.

He sighed again, the former emperor had passed away, and there was only this that he could do.