Color painting collection and a certain strongest

"Here... there is a child..."

"...Magic Power...Auction"

Lan Tang was confused by the power in his body.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Tang felt himself being dragged up by someone roughly grabbing his arm, and then his eyelids were rolled back. The black and red power of Huangba in his body collided with his own golden energy, destroying the Lan Tang's tenacious meridians make it almost impossible for Lan Tang to stay awake, and it also prevents him from using the power of the color painting collection of supernatural powers to protect himself.

Nausea.

Sticky, looking at the goods like eyes.

Rough, sweaty hands.

The feeling of weightlessness came, and the small body of the black-haired boy suddenly flew into the air, and was thrown into an iron cage that held many sleeping children.

His already riddled body was hit by an external impact, and Lan Tang passed out completely.

I don't know how long it took before the consciousness returned, and the familiar pain once again swept through the whole body, but the power of Huang Ba's vomiting was finally swallowed up by half before, and could only be slowly digested under the pressure of the coloring book, bursting once in a while.

The reduced damage allowed Lan Tang to finally restrain his body's reaction, his instinct kept his eyes closed, and he didn't even mess up his breathing.

Children's cries and the sound of moving iron chains filled my ears, the air was damp and cold, and there was also a cold iron plate under my body.

It's the basement.

Lan Tang endured the pain in his body, thinking calmly.

There are at least dozens of children, which shows that the traffickers already have a mature industrial chain.

The environment is not good, which means that in the eyes of the "appraiser" they are of little value or have not had time to appraise their value.

There is no breathing sound of adults around, but monitoring is not ruled out.

The smell is mixed but there is no smell of blood, it seems to be safe for the time being.

Lan Tang opened his eyes.

In a corner of the cage, the toddler with long black curly hair slowly opened his eyes, his golden-green pupils were clear, and slowly moved to the edge of the cage, with his arms around his knees.

Lan Tang: [Scared.jpg].

He played very carelessly.

Do not know why.

The common sense left in rationality and blank memory told Lan Tang: It is very dangerous for a child to be trafficked.

For safety, he should be cautious.

But the remaining arrogance made Lan Tang disdain to act, as if the giant would not care about ants crawling by his feet, and the lion would not care about earthworms loosening the soil around him.

Selling his face into his arms pretending to be scared.

Lan Tang continued to analyze the only information available.

The "magic power" mentioned by the person who captured him before he fell into a coma is a special power other than supernatural powers?It is very likely that he and these children have "mantra power".

No, not right...

Lan Tang was startled in horror, loneliness enveloped him with a bone-chilling chill.

Although Lan Tang's memory is blank, he is sure that the supernatural powers he knows are by no means ordinary abilities, so where is this?

However, blank memory could not answer his question.

Even though he was a top supernatural power user and spy in his previous life, under the double debuff of memory loss and young body, Lan Tang still felt a little annoyed.

Information is still too little!

"Crack."

The closed door was opened from the outside, Lan Tang calmed down and raised his head calmly.

In an instant.

He looked into a pair of clear blue eyes.

As a genius who inherited both "six eyes" and "no lower limit spells" from the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru will always be the strongest among his peers, and as he grows older, Gojo Satoru is like the only one in the big forest. Tiger cubs live in a group of big and small rabbits.

Under the "Six Eyes", Gojo Satoru discovered the sneaky person behind his back from the very beginning. Abducted, well-behaved and obedient without struggling.

Thinking of how devastated those old guys in Wutiao's family would look at him with disgusting eyes, restrain him, and pretend to be kind, Wutiao.

The happy young master Wutiao made a merciful decision to beat the traffickers until three-quarters of them died.

Maybe it’s because good people are rewarded with good things, maybe it’s because misfortunes are unparalleled and blessings never come singly. In the dark basement, I glanced at you through the iron cage, and I couldn’t take my eyes off from now on~

How small is the probability that a young white tiger will meet a fake young black lion in a forest full of herbivores?

Countless small and small chances caused the black woolly lion that was supposed to hunt in Wenhao's grassland to shrink to a young age, and coincidentally, it was drawn into the cursed forest under the explosion of Huangbatu. What should have been one carnivore met another.

Almost instantly.

They understood like a flash.

The dark-haired guy/white-haired kid.

It's the same kind!

Wujo Wu stared at Lantang with burning eyes.

Lan Tang calmly looked away, as if he was just attracted by the sound of the door opening, and played the role of a scared ordinary child without distraction.

The human trafficker carrying Gojo Wu didn't realize anything was wrong, put the new "goods" in his hand into the iron cage where Lan Tang was, and left in a hurry.

When two powerful beasts meet, it stands to reason that the weaker one should look away first, but when Lan Tang looked away, Gojo Satoru didn't feel any weakness from Lan Tang.

Whether it's the seemingly curious and unintentional staring at each other that didn't arouse suspicion, or the casual camouflage, it all reveals the other party's indifference.

How can this be!

The lonely little white tiger immediately blew up.

Knowing that the other party didn't want to be discovered by the traffickers, for the sake of his kind, Gojo Satoru reluctantly calmed down for more than ten seconds.

As soon as the sound of the door closing fell, the little white tiger couldn't wait to pounce on Lan Tang.

Grab the hem of his clothes.

"My name is Gojo Satoru! What's your name?"

The white-haired child, with sparkling blue eyes, looked like an angel who had fallen into the world in the dark basement.