The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

After a while, the heavy breathing of a man and the miserable crying of a woman were heard from the grass.

The hook-nosed man walked towards a little boy.

The little boy was only eight or nine years old. Although his face was thin, it was very handsome.

The hooked nose looked at the little boy with an obscene look, as if he was looking at a plate of delicious roast lamb.

Just as the hook-nosed man grabbed the little boy by the collar, a woman suddenly rushed over, pushed the man away, protected the little boy behind her, and then cried hoarsely at the man.

The woman said, please let my child go, if you want to sleep, sleep with me, I will serve you well.

Unexpectedly, the hook-nosed man ignored the woman's pleas, strode forward, grabbed the woman's hair, threw her to the ground, and then punched and kicked her.

The woman curled up in pain and screamed.

Seeing this, the little boy rushed over and beat the hook-nosed man, crying and shouting as he beat him: "Bad guy, let my mother go! Let my mother go!"

The other women and children were so frightened that they huddled aside, not daring to say a word.

Two boys, about eleven or twelve years old, were pale and squatting on the ground, trembling, as if the hook-nosed man was a demon from hell who might take their lives at any time.

The little boy bit the hook-nosed man's wrist tightly, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The hook-nosed man swung his arms and tried his best to shake off the little boy.

The little boy's eyes were bloodshot, filled with determination to die and endless hatred.

The hook-nosed man was so angry that he punched the little boy on the head.

The little boy's head shook and he fell off the hook-nosed man's arms, lying motionless on the ground.

Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, but his eyes were fixed on the hooked nose and the woman on the ground.

Seeing her son beaten to the point of being unable to move, the woman screamed hysterically, and like a madman, she used up her last bit of strength to get up and pounced on the hook-nosed man.

The hook-nosed man didn't want to get entangled with the woman anymore, so he pulled out his sword and chopped off the woman's head with one blow.

"Mom! Mom--" The little boy's face was covered in blood and tears. He stretched out a hand towards the woman and cried heartbreakingly.

This time, the little boy called his mother in the language of Daxia.

The hook-nosed man kicked the headless corpse of the woman and spat, "You lowly female slave of Daxia! You deserve to die!"

After cursing, the hook-nosed man wiped the sword on the corpse, put it back into the sheath, and then walked towards the little boy with a grim smile on his face.

Just as his hand was about to grab the boy's collar, suddenly there was a "whoosh" and a dagger flew over and stabbed straight into his neck.

The hook-nosed man fell forward to the ground before he could even scream.

The women who huddled together were so frightened that they wanted to scream, but then they hurriedly covered their mouths.

The children were also frightened and held their breath as they looked at the handsome young man flying towards them.

On the side of the tent, the short and strong man was still lying on the woman. Perhaps he was too engrossed and didn't pay any attention to what was happening here.

Baiwei swooped down from a great height, grabbed the short and stocky man by the braid, and lifted him up to a height of several thousand meters.

The woman lying on the ground stared with wide eyes at the man who had just raped her. He was getting farther and farther away from her, and finally turned into a small black dot in the sky.

Then the little black dot grew bigger and bigger, and finally with a loud "bang", it fell to the ground about ten meters away from her, and shattered into a pool of flesh and blood.

The woman grinned and laughed.

The other women and children all widened their eyes, unable to believe that an underage young eagle could be so strong.

When the three men in the tent heard the noise, they immediately ran out with knives in hand.

Qi Yuanshuo pulled out the dagger from the hook-nosed man's neck, flew close, and killed them with a few slashes.

The women and children were all terrified and stared at Qi Yuanshuo blankly. Only a middle-aged woman had excitement in her eyes and her two skinny hands trembled uncontrollably because she was too excited.

Qi Yuanshuo checked the tents and didn't find any other men, so he put away his dagger.

He walked to the little boy, took out a pill for treating internal injuries from his arms, and fed it into his mouth, "Take it, this is medicine for healing."

Sister Xiaohuai prepared a lot of first aid medicines for him, which was really a good deal for this little guy.

With tears still on his face, the little boy looked at Qi Yuanshuo intently and swallowed the pill with force.

He cannot die, he wants revenge, he wants to kill all the northern barbarians!

He has been a lowly slave since birth. In the eyes of the northern barbarians, he is not even as good as cattle and sheep. No, he is not even as good as rats in the gutter!

Only his mother loves him and treats him like a treasure.

The only mother who loved him died.

He no longer has a mother.

mother--

Qi Yuanshuo glanced at the women and children, and whispered to the little boy: "I heard you speak the language of Daxia. Are you from Daxia?"

The little boy sobbed, "My mother... is from Daxia... She was raped by those bad guys, so she gave birth to me. I am from Daxia, not... a northern barbarian!"

"What about them?" Qi Yuanshuo asked, pointing at the women and children.

"They are all from Daxia. You can ask Aunt Yunnu," the little boy pointed at the middle-aged woman whose eyes were full of excitement just now.

Qi Yuanshuo understood that the woman named Yun Nu should have a certain status among these women.

When Yun Nu saw Qi Yuanshuo looking at her, she took the initiative to walk over and said, "My benefactor, you can ask me anything you want to know."

"Tell me about your origins," Qi Yuanshuo said solemnly, "You'd better tell the truth and don't lie to me!"

Baiwei flew down from a high altitude and landed on Qi Yuanshuo's shoulder.

Both the young man and the horned eagle looked at the woman with disdain, as domineering as kings.

Yun Nu's heart trembled, and he bowed hurriedly: "We hate these beasts, you killed them for us, you are our benefactor. Yun Nu will never lie to a benefactor!"

It turned out that these women were all from Daxia, and had all been slaves in the northern barbarians.

The so-called female slaves were those who were abducted by the northern barbarians when they were very young. They first gave birth to children for the northern barbarian nobles or soldiers. After giving birth to five children, they were thrown into the tents of horse slaves, sheep slaves and cattle slaves to do hard labor and help raise horses, sheep and cattle.

These children were born after they came to the horse slave camp and were abused, so these children were born as lowly horse slaves.

Qi Yuanshuo gathered the women and children together and asked in the language of Daxia: "Do you want to go home? Back to Daxia?"

The women were very shocked when they heard him speak the language of Daxia. They looked at each other with excitement on their faces.

"Can benefactor really send us back to Daxia Kingdom?" Yun Nu asked in a trembling voice.

Qi Yuanshuo nodded: "Of course, the premise is that from now on, you all have to follow my arrangements!"

"Okay, we will all listen to you! Thank you, benefactor!" Yun Nu knelt down facing Qi Yuanshuo.

"Thank you, benefactor!" The other women also pulled their children and knelt down sobbing.

They have lived worse than cattle and horses these years. If they could return to Daxia, they would have no regrets even if they died.