At the beginning of the year of famine, the lucky girl of the farm family used cheats to support the

As he stumbled into the house while being dragged by his arm, Fubao shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

The woman numbly dragged her into the house and said to a short, pockmarked man with fierce eyes beside the bed, "This one looks good. It should sell for a lot of money."

The man's eyes were like sticky candy, tightly glued to Fubao, looking left and right, and finally smiled and said: "Good, we found a good one this time. She looks like a lady raised by a rich family."

Fu Bao struggled desperately: "Let me go, or my master won't let you go."

A low laugh emanated from the man’s throat. “What a crap master? Our entire village can’t defeat him alone? Hahahahahahahaha—”

Fubao's heart sank. From what he said, this whole village was a huge trafficking point. She had directly broken into someone's lair.

His hands were firmly restrained, unable to move. Fu Bao forced himself to calm down and said, "How much do you want? I can give it to you."

The man laughed and said, "Little girl, how much money do you have? Don't worry, I will send you to a good place and let you see what a den of money is! You will have to thank me then!"

There was a loud noise outside the door, their faces froze, and the man said angrily: "You idiot, you pulled someone in at the door and caused trouble."

The woman replied timidly: "He followed me too closely, there was nothing I could do."

The man said viciously: "It's just one person, how powerful can he be? Go! Call the villagers over."

The woman ran out of the backyard. The restraints on his hands were too tight, and Fubao couldn't get away. His scalp tightened, and he was dragged by his hair and stuffed into the wooden cage next to him.

Fubao cried out in pain: "Ah——", and then his bound hands tightly grasped the wood of the cage, refusing to let go no matter how the man beat him.

The pockmarked man said fiercely: "Damn it, get in here!" He kicked Fubao mercilessly, making her stagger. But she still held on tightly.

Ma Zi was furious and pinched her hard. Fu Bao gritted her teeth, sweating coldly on her forehead, enduring the severe pain in her body, and suddenly an idea flashed through her mind.

After trying for a long time to force it in without success, the pockmarked face broke out in sweat and he took a break, panting.

Fubao immediately seized the opportunity, snatched the rough porcelain bowl from the table, and knocked it against the wall, causing the porcelain pieces to scatter instantly. Mazi was caught off guard and was startled by the loud noise for a moment, and then approached with anger.

Fubao grabbed the porcelain shard and thrust it directly into his face, threatening: "Stop! Don't come near me."

Ma Zi stopped in his tracks and yelled, "You damned girl! Damn it, put her down!"

As he spoke, he approached. Fubao retreated while staring at him vigilantly, and was slowly forced into the corner step by step.

Fubao: “Stop!” The porcelain piece was pressed directly on his face, and a trace of blood seeped out.

Ma Zi was so frightened that he stood still and immediately stepped back: "Okay, okay, don't move." His eyes rolled around, and it was unclear what he was thinking. It seemed that he was waiting for her to relax so that he could snatch the things in her hand.

Fubao knew that he had made the right bet. This man wanted a good-looking girl so that he could sell her at a high price.

The stalemate lasted for a while. The girl opened her eyes wide, and her watery eyes like a deer were full of anxiety, but she pressed the porcelain piece to her face resolutely.

Ma Zi didn't dare to act rashly, and said softly: "I definitely won't go over there. Put the porcelain piece down, and I'll apply some medicine on you. You're a young girl, and you won't be able to get married if you get a scar."

With a smile on his face, he tried to dispel Fubao's suspicion. After all, he looked like a little girl of five or six years old, how smart could he be?

As he spoke, Ma Zi turned around to take the red box on the kang, quickly opened it and handed over a piece of osmanthus cake: "Are you hungry? Eat one. I won't sell it to you. I'll let your master take you away later."

Fubao sneered in her heart, the method was too crude. But if she didn't fall for it, the man in front of her didn't have much patience at all, which would only be more dangerous.

So she pretended to be timid and asked, "Then you can go and call me Master now, okay?"

Seeing that she had been fooled, Ma Zi immediately said happily, "Okay, eat the snacks and I'll go get them."

Fubao said cautiously, "You eat one first." As he spoke, he moved closer to him.

Ma Zi was amused by her: "You little girl..." He took a big bite of the osmanthus cake, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Fubao smiled and said obediently, "Then get me another one."

When Ma Zi turned around, his body suddenly shook. But he didn't pay much attention to it. He took the osmanthus cake and approached Fu Bao. When Fu Bao put down the porcelain piece and reached out to take the osmanthus cake, he grabbed her fiercely.

Fubao pretended to be horrified: "What are you doing? You are not keeping your word. Let me go."

Ma Zi smiled grimly: "Little girl, you dare to fight me! If it weren't for your face, I would have thrown you to the back hill to feed the wolves!"

Fu Bao tried to stand up straight and broke free from his restraints: "You look like a wolf, and the wolf may not be willing to eat you. People who do your job are disgusting to look at."

Fubao looked at Mazi's angry face and said with a smile: "Why haven't you gotten used to it yet? Human traffickers should be struck by lightning." He spoke each word with certainty and successfully angered the man in front of him.

That's the effect I want! Fu Bao's round face curled up slightly with a smile, watching Ma Zi's face change from anger to shock. Then she stretched out her index finger and poked the person in front of her lightly: "Get out!"

Ma Zi fell to the ground unconscious before he could speak. Fu Bao picked up the porcelain pieces on the ground, cut the rope on his hand, twisted his wrist, and strode out.

There were constant sounds of fighting outside the gate. Fubao anxiously quickened his pace. As soon as he reached the gate, the door with a hole in it was pushed open from the outside to the inside.

She took two steps back, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who was coming: "Master, if you were any later, I would have run away by myself."

Qingyang's face turned pale, and he glared, "Where are you? Who beat you up? You're so disfigured!"

Fu Bao winked playfully: "He's lying in there. I made him take the Soul-Separating Incense. He won't wake up for at least ten days or half a month..."

Before she finished speaking, she was startled by the scene outside the door: "What is this for?"

Outside the door, dozens of people were lying on the ground, their faces covered with bruises, including the woman who had carried her away at the beginning, all of them were unconscious.

Qingyang said calmly, "Lihun Powder, I was wondering why the medicine disappeared, and now I have to go to so much trouble to clean up all these debris."

Fubao swallowed guiltily, but then cried, "He hit me on the head and kicked me, and my face hurts too..."

He thought this would arouse the master's sympathy, but he didn't expect it to directly anger him. He couldn't stand it for a moment, so he strode into the room, took Ma Zi out, and threw him to the ground with a bang.

Fubao looked at Qingyang's eyes. She had no doubt that Qingyang really wanted to kill him. However, this man had done so many evil things, and it would be too easy for him to die like this.

Fubao grabbed Qingyang's sleeve and said, "Master! He said he would capture me and feed me to the wolves."

Qingyang's face turned dark and he dragged the person into the mountains, holding Fubao tightly in one hand, fearing that she would be taken away by someone else again.

In the end, Qingyang somehow woke the man up, splashed him with blood, and hung him on a shaky branch.

As soon as they left, Fubao clearly heard the howling of wolves and the screams of the man...