Fairy Palace

Ye Hao looked at the nervous expression of the drug slave and thought of the corpse outside. He said faintly: "After the reconstruction of the Zhenfangfang, the scale has increased a lot, but the popularity is also less. After a few days, we will leave for the county town. It takes at least a few months to get a look at the nursing home!"

"Have!"

The drug slave said without thinking.

Ye Yiyi, then curiously asked: "Who?"

The drug slave said: "Oh, old lady."

Ye Hao was surprised: "Is the beggar who is begging for the old lady? Her age looks like it is bigger than you? Walking with a black carbon stick, it seems like a wind can blow her down, you say Let her show us the nursing home?"

The drug slave was silent for a while and said: "The old master said that everyone in the entire Hanshan City can provoke, but can not provoke her, even, I suspect she is related to you."

Ye Hao’s face changed slightly and asked: “What do you mean?”

The drug slave said: "After ten years ago, three months after you were brought here by the old master, she begged here and never left. The shack in the lane can only accommodate one person, she is there. Staying for ten years. The hot summer sun is good, the cold snow is cold, she never leaves."

Ye Hao said: "Even so, can't you prove that she has anything to do with me?"

The drug slave said: "I have been observing her for so many years, except that every time you give her something to eat, her eyes will be much softer, and once others approach her, they will cause her to be alert, and outsiders may not see it, but I But I can see a trace."

Ye Wei asked: "You are sure that she can keep her home?"

"can!"

The drug slaves replied with a piece of iron.

Ye Hao didn't talk any more. He passed the medicine slave. After leaving the door of Zhenfangfang, he walked along the bluestone paved road and walked step by step. After just a quarter of an hour, Ye Hao saw the lane. In front of the small shack of the mouth, the ragged, unkempt face, holding a black carbon stick that is not black and autumn, sitting in the corner and licking the old lady.

There are not many people who can be remembered by Ye Hao in the entire Hanshan City, but this old lady is one of them.

Ye Hao’s gaze was swept away from the right leg of the half-legged leg of the old lady. Then, she looked at the old lady who had cast her gaze and said, “A few days later, I will take the drug slave to the county town. Can't return within a few months, Zhen Yaofang needs a person to look after the nursing home. You, can you be interested?"

"interested."

The old lady did not think about the answer.

Ye Hao turned and walked toward the road when he came, leaving only a light words: "Come with me!"

He did not ask.

Even if she is related to the once-independent Ye Hao, as long as she does not take the initiative to mention it, he does not need to be entangled in the business, living, is a kind of happiness, what he can provide is to give this old woman a life. Where.

however.

After a dozen steps, he stopped again, as if he had thought of something, and turned back to the sluggish old lady who was passing by, and said, "Come with me."

The two walked very slowly, out of the medicinal herbs market, crossed two blocks, stopped in front of a tailor shop, and Ye Hao looked up at the plaque and silenced for a few seconds before lifting the leg again.

“Guest, do you need to customize clothes?”

The clever young young cockroach greeted with a sigh of enthusiasm, even if he saw the old lady behind Ye Hao, there was no half-disgusting color.

Ye Hao asked: "Where can you wash it?"

"can."

The young little dagger said.

Ye Hao pointed to the old lady and said: "Let people wait for her to wash, then give her three sets of fitted clothing, this is twelve blue and silver, is that enough?"

"enough."

The young scorpion took over the blue and silver, and the smile on his face was stronger.

Ye Hao looked at the old lady and said, "I am waiting for you at Zhenfang."

Finished.

He walked out of the tailor shop, stood on the street, and after thinking for a moment, he walked toward the slave field. He didn't know the true ability of the old lady, but the big treasure shop, one more old lady, is still too deserted. At the very least, after washing and cooking, cleaning, you can't always let the two old people go to the wood.

Slave field.

It has a large footprint and is built in an exceptionally simple area. Throughout the Hanshan City, the number of slave traders is large, and the number of slaves sold, even if compared with some main cities, is not inferior. Here, no one cares about the identity of slaves, and few people care about the life and death of slaves. In the eyes of all, slaves are the most underlying existence and can only be measured by the price of gold and silver.

It is very lively here.

Many adventurer teams, often entering the Golden Jubilee Mountains, or entering the wilderness of the South, are likely to suffer losses from members, and each time they return, they will almost always add team members here.

Also.

Hanshan City is dead every day, and all walks of life need new people to supplement, which also causes the hot business in the slave market.

After Ye Hao stepped into the slavery, he walked slowly. His sharp eyes were swept away from a stone house built between them. He could clearly see the slaves in each stone house chained with chains.

These slaves are male and female, old and young. These slaves are dressed up in glamorous colors, just to sell for a good price, but their eyes are full of despair, or numbness, or embarrassment.

They... can't see the future, they can't see hope.

Ye Xie is not a savior. He is only a foreigner who has come to this world. He does not have enough wealth to restore the slaves of the world to a free body. He is not a prince, he cannot stop slaves. The existence, can not stop a group of poor people, and eventually was branded as a slave.

"Little brother, do you want to be a slave?"

"The great capital of the main city, the son of the dignitaries..."

"The master of refining four, the power of the endless force..."

"The wild fox family blood, Shilin giant..."

The enthusiasm of the slave traders failed to stop Ye Hao’s footsteps. The kilometer-long street, he was about to come to an end, but did not pick a satisfactory slave.

Eyes.

It is a very important fate.

Ye Hao knows how to practice, observes his shape, looks at his qi, and looks at people and makes people numerology.

suddenly.

Ye Hao’s foot steps were held, and his eyes fell on a beautiful face. This face is both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Definite?"

"She is not, looks like a bit, but her eyes are numb, not as smart as Liu Dingding."

"The red-stained willow-shaped print between her eyebrows proves that she has the blood of the Fox family, or the practitioner who activates the blood, but her face is dark and dark, and her fate is so rough and she has suffered many times..."

Ye Xuan observed the subtlety. After observing this girl with the blood of the Fox family, she looked at the young man with a sloppy face and a lazy face.

"Are you satisfied?"

The lazy young man asked casually.

Ye Hao pointed to the girl and asked: "How much?"

The lazy young man turned his eyes and squinted, and then slowly said: "Not a patron, the price is not favorable. Eight hundred and two blue silver, less than half of the two are not sold."

Ye Hao took out the silver ticket and handed it directly to the youth, saying: "She is mine."

The lazy young man spit out the grass stems, turned to find a key, took the girl out from more than 20 slaves, and said, "If you want to unlock the chain, you decide. In advance, if you unlock the chain, she I took the opportunity to escape and there was no relationship with me."

Ye Xie was unheard of, under the gaze of the lazy young man, unlocked the chain and threw it on the ground, staring at the girl who had not raised her head and asked: "An answer to my question, what is your name?"

The girl shook her head.

Ye Hao said: "Since there is no name, then you will call it later, with my surname, Ye Dingding."

The girl finally looked up slowly, and in her numb eyes, she finally had a trace of focus. She knows that one thing, the slave who was bought, if not given the name, is not even as good as the piglet, and the rest of the life is gray; but if the owner’s name can be obtained, the identity will be improved a lot, at least not at random. Kill.

"Ok!"

The sound of the girl’s throat is unspeakable.

Ye Hao turned and returned to the road when he came, and the girl silently followed Ye Xun, there was no thought of running away, and there was no hope for future life, just like a sly, depressed and numb.

Zhenfangfang.

After Ye Hao took the newly bought slave girl Ye Dingding back, she watched the drug slave greet her face with a suspicious face. She said, "She will be the shackles of our treasured pharmacy in the future. You can find a way to brand her slaves." Even if you leave scars, it doesn't matter. Laundry and cooking, cleaning the courtyard, will be handed over to her later."

The drug slave asked: "What should the old slave do in the future?"

Ye Hao said without thinking: "I need to be protected by the strong."

Cultivation?

The heart of the drug slave was shocked, and the taste of unclearness was unclear. In the past, although he could practice, the old master Huo Lanqiu did not care about his cultivation, nor would he give him too much time to practice. . He will only be a cow, crushing the labor of his body.

Little master, he...

Ye Hao seems to think of something, once again said: "Wait a minute, the old lady will come over, she is in the treasure medicine workshop, what she is willing to do, what to do, if you want to practice, you will give her a few silver crystal."

The drug slave eyes lit up and nodded without hesitation and said: "The old slave knows."

Ye Hao said: "What are you still standing on? Take her to familiarize yourself with the environment. Just like us, I will give her some silver and go buy some new clothes."

"Yes!"

The drug slave said respectfully.

Ye Hao returned to his room, found a piece of white paper, took out the charcoal pen that was free when he had nothing to do, brushed the sketch on it, and gradually, the leg prosthetic parts appeared in the eye.

Ye Hao quietly thought about setting up the organs and assembling the parts. After half an hour, they finally finished painting.

Through the fusion of memories, he knows that there are no prostheses at this time, and the broken legs can only be kept like that, at most, with a cane, or an empty broken arm sleeve.

"If she is repaired, the prosthesis will be of great use to her; but if she is not repaired, her age is tantamount to a chicken rib." Ye Hao thought thoughtfully.