Biography of Haiguo

Got buns.Li Yunling looked him up and down, and saw that his hair was disheveled and out of shape, and his face was completely dirty, except for a pair of eyes that were big and bright, with long eyelashes that stood out from each other, making the pupils darker like stars.

Li Yunling's heart moved, and he patted him on the shoulder knowingly: "My brother is very polite, aren't you? Are you still hungry? I'll buy you some more."

"No need." The little beggar shook his head politely, and suddenly looked up at Li Yunling's face carefully: "Thank you."

"Why are you looking at me?" Li Yunling touched his face: "Is there something dirty?"

"No." The little beggar said solemnly, "I just want to remember my benefactor's face."

Li Yunling touched his nose in embarrassment: "Me? I'll just give you a bun and become your benefactor?"

The little beggar said: "Miss' steamed stuffed bun saved my life, you are my benefactor." As soon as he said this, Li Yunling covered his mouth: "Hush! You want to kill me, boy? "

The little beggar waved his hands again and again to express that he would not talk nonsense again, Li Yunling let go of his hand, and said with a slight smile: "You are quite interesting, little beggar, and you are not rude, which is very rare. Meeting is fate, this is for you , don’t starve yourself.”

As she said that, she handed him a few Loulan coins that the store gave her just now: "Take it."

Unexpectedly, the little beggar withdrew his hand and walked away with his arms folded.Zhang Mu stared at his back curiously for a long time, and said, "This kid... doesn't look like a good person."

"After just a few glances, you think he's broken?" Li Yunling patted the back of his head heavily: "This kid is polite and not greedy. I think he's pretty good."

Zhang Mu glanced at her contemptuously: "Pretty good? I've seen too many people's eyes. This kid is obviously a ruthless character, definitely not a good person! Also, what did you think of his lewd eyes just now?" Something? Empathy? With such a good-looking man as the boss in front of you, how can you still fall in love with another man?!"

"I'll go to your uncle!"

Li Yunling stood up abruptly, cursing and saying, "I am empathetic? This is called 'everyone has a love for beauty', okay?"

Zhang Muzuo suddenly realized: "Oh~ so you are still interested in sex! You can eat that kind of stuff? That, that, that is a beggar!"

"It's nothing to sleep with him once... Ah no, don't get me wrong."

"Misunderstood your size!" Zhang Mu slapped her on the back of the head heavily in retaliation: "You bastard, the general loves you for nothing!"

The two had a fierce fight in a cordial and friendly manner, and the people around them were stunned.Finally, Li Yunling, who was tired from the beating, told Rao first: "Come on, stop beating! The internal conflict between the two of us is simply self-depleting, why don't we talk about something else, such as how to find Misaki Ito."

"How do I know, I'm not a god!"

"Then, you have to listen to me on this matter." Li Yunling grabbed Zhang Mu's arm and winked at him playfully: "Let's go find the traffickers!"

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"Go! Stop fucking dawdling!" "Don't move around, be honest!"

The shouting and cursing one after another, together with the increasingly fierce sun in the sky, made people dizzy.

With a "plop", the person in front suddenly fell down, dragging Shen Changhe to stagger.As soon as the line stopped, the slave trader in front rushed over immediately, leaned down* and sniffed the man: "He's dead, throw him out."

The thugs next to him immediately went up to untie the rope from this man's hands, preparing to "lift the corpse".At this moment, Shen Changhe noticed that the man frowned sharply, and immediately stopped him: "Slow down."

"Bastard, did I ask you to talk!" The slave trader raised his eyes, raised his hand and whipped it down.Shen Changhe was so pumped that he nearly fell down, but fortunately he managed to stand still in the end.He slowly bent one leg and half-kneeled down, felt the pulse of the "corpse" with his tightly bound hands, and then concluded: "It's just fainted from thirst. Give him water and he'll be fine."

"I said he was dead, so he is dead, use your nonsense!" The slave trader grinned, raised his foot and kicked down!This time he stepped heavily on Shen Changhe's back, and he felt that his internal organs were all misplaced in an instant, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound before he fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.Even so, the slave trader was still puzzled, swearing and kicking a few times, and finally another slave trader stopped him and persuaded him: "Hey, Musharraf, forget it! Anyway, he is a A tall man who can do the work will fetch a good price!"

Only then did the slave trader named "Musharraf" stop tormenting, squatted down and arrogantly pinched Shen Changhe's jaw and lifted it up.His face was so dirty that he couldn't see its original appearance at all, and it was no different from when he was captured - after all, the desert lacked water, and there was not enough for people to drink, let alone take a bath.

"This boy..." The slave trader wiped his face with rough palms, and managed to wipe off most of the dust that had condensed on his face: "You look really good."

"Come on, Musharraf, how long has it been since you vented to a woman, and you look handsome even when you look at a man?" The other slave traders laughed loudly.But when they stepped forward to watch, they all understood——

"Praise the true God, does such beauty really exist?"

"This, this is too good-looking! Could it be a woman? No, women are not as good-looking as him!"

Immediately, someone touched him up and down, with a dirty smile: "The top is flat, and the bottom has a gun. You can only watch but not do it!"

"Fuck you! Why can't you do it? I heard that the taste of men is even more ecstasy!"

Someone pulled his eyelids away and took a closer look, and then immediately exclaimed: "Oh my god, green eyes! It's actually green eyes! Brothers, we made a lot of money, this is a treasure!"

"Green eyes? Is this kid a Tocharian?" Another person exclaimed, "A Tocharian who is hard to buy?"

"It should be. It would be great if this is really a bitch, even a bastard is worth at least two thousand gold!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, these eyelashes are really long, the eye sockets are deep enough, and the nose and mouth are beautiful! It's a pity that it's not blonde, otherwise it would be more valuable!"

Amidst the chaotic discussion, Musharraf patted his face and said in a venomous voice, "Hey, boy! Are you a pure-blooded Tocharian or a mixed-blooded bastard?"

"..." Shen Changhe had already been kicked dizzily before, everyone's voices were as far away as indistinct in the sky, but only this sentence could be heard very clearly.So he opened his eyes with difficulty, and those strange green eyes scanned a circle of slave traders who were drooling, and smiled: "I am your wild father who has been lost for many years."

"You are fucking looking for death!" Musharraf was so angry that he wanted to beat him again, but was stopped by other slave traders: "Farewell, this is a living 1000 taels of gold, if you beat him again, you will be killed! No one can live with anyone." You can’t get by with money, can you?”

"Okay, you're kind!" Musharraf suppressed his anger and clapped his hands, standing up: "Don't throw away that one just now, feed some water to see if it can survive. This green-eyed one should be tied to the horse's back, Also feed some water and food, don't let him die!"

Slave Market ([-])

Shen Changhe also only drank a bowl of water, and the beaten Shen Changhe quickly regained his spirits, but the thirsty and fainted man did not survive.

When the slave trader buried the man’s body in the yellow sand, a woman with a child in the crowd was crying all the time—they were the wife and children of the deceased, and all three members of the family were rebelled during the military fleeing. The army captured her and sold her to human traffickers, and then moved to this extremely desolate small town. Her husband still died, and his soul was broken in a foreign land.

"You're still crying! It's so noisy!" A short and thin slave trader obviously had a bad temper, so he raised his hand and slapped the woman.The woman was beaten so that she turned her head so that a tooth flew out, so frightened that she immediately hugged the child in her arms tightly and fell silent.The man next to him finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said loudly, "Can you savages stop in moderation? She just died of her husband, what's wrong with crying a few times?"

"Shut up, you Qin country pig!" The short and skinny slave trader was about to hit someone again, when the woman's child also cried with a "wow": "Mom, I'm tired, I'm hungry!"

"Adults, please do me a favor, give the children something to eat..." "Yeah, I haven't eaten for a few days, I'm starving to death!"

The crowd was chattering.Musharraf spat on the ground and said angrily, "This gang of greedy fellows, I give them food and drink every day, how dare I think too little!"

"I'll give it to him."

Shen Changhe opened his mouth lightly.Musharraf looked at him with some admiration, and said, "I didn't see it, little beauty, you are quite righteous! Don't you eat?"

Musharraf is a Turkic, and he has been doing human trafficking in the Western Regions all year round. Most of the people he sells are from the Qin nationality, so he speaks Chinese very fluently.Not long ago, he was the one who almost beat Shen Changhe to death, and now he was the one who made a joke. The speed of change is amazing.

Shen Changhe didn't hold grudges, and replied with a smile: "It's a bit unpalatable."

"Can't eat it?" Musharraf frowned and looked at the baked naan in his hand: "This is delicious! I've been eating it for many years, and I don't think it tastes bad..."

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