Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

"Thank you sir."

After Zhao Lang left, he said with a smile,

"The old man just came here to give Zhang Liang a heavenly book. I didn't expect to meet such a big guy who took advantage of me. I should get rich as an old man."

"However, this kid's face is a bit strange."

"Forget it, I'll make the calculation as an old man."

The old man's face turned serious, and he began to calculate with one hand.

Sudden!His face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth!

said in amazement,

"The secret has changed! How is this possible!"

(Don’t wait for the fourth update, it’s probably very late, just get up and watch it tomorrow.)

Chapter 113 The Nemesis of Good People (Fourth)

Zhao Lang didn't know that the old man vomited a mouthful of blood for him.

After familiarizing myself with the surrounding terrain, I returned to the inn.

They have come back to death, and they haven't encountered any trouble.

Just not in high spirits.

Zhao Lang also understands that there are many teenagers who are the same size as them in this place.

Men and women, like animals, are kept in cages and selected by others.

There is no human dignity to speak of.

For them, this is extremely shocking.

"Patriarch, can we save those people?"

Go to death hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang didn't agree or refuse, but said,

"How do you want to save? These people are slaves of others."

Those who can appear in the slave market aboveboard are all slaves who conform to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty.

He opened his mouth to hell, but no words came out.

He wanted Zhao Lang to buy these people, but he also knew that as a servant, he couldn't ask the Patriarch.

Zhao Lang touched the dead head and said,

"I'll give you 50 taels of gold, and you decide for yourself."

Qusi's eyes lit up immediately, and he said with great joy,

"Thank you, Patriarch!"

Zhao Lang's eyes flickered at this time, and he continued,

"But I want you to think about the key points. We will set off at noon tomorrow. Whether you want to buy these people is up to you."

Hearing this, he was happy to die, but was stunned.

"Patriarch, what is the key to this?"

Zhao Lang smiled without saying a word, turned and left, leaving him to die alone, frowning and thinking.

They have only arrived here, and there is not a single good person in the slave market.

They look weak on the surface, if they leak money rashly, they will definitely be missed.

But Zhao Lang had to think clearly if he was going to die, and he had to be alone in his death in the future.

Back in the room, Zhao Lang took out his spear to kill Polang, and began to wipe it carefully.

This is a daily must-have item. According to his teacher, a sharp weapon has a spirit, and it can only be treated with sincerity.

It will help you.

Zhao Lang didn't think so fantastically. His understanding was that the more you know about your weapon, the better you will be able to use it.

Soon, night falls.

Before Zhao Lang went to bed, he went to each room and looked at it. Everyone performed their duties and there was no problem.

He was still scratching his hair, thinking about Zhao Lang's words.

Zhao Lang ignored him, put the spear beside the bed, and lay down to rest.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion in the inn.

"The Snitch is here again! The Snitch is here again!"

Zhao Lang opened his eyes extremely vigilantly, reached out and grabbed the spear beside him!

Turned over and left the room.

I saw that the inn was brightly lit, and every guest was standing at the door of the room with a weapon just like him.

Xu Yue, a few people also stood up.

"How are you?"

Zhao Lang asked.

"Master, we are fine."

Several people returned one after another.

"Be careful."

Zhao Lang said.

Then, suspiciously, he turned his gaze to Xiaoer who was calling the female snitch in the lobby of the inn.

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