The Hero in Exile

Moran rubbed his eyes again in disbelief.

"what happened?"

Moran looked around at a loss, but his eyes finally fell on Lingyu. Didn't the slave owners leave together in a carriage before? What was going on? Logically, it was impossible for them to be here.

"This shouldn't be the case." Lingyu muttered to himself.

Lingyu also found it hard to believe, but the fact was that Weiliana was captured again and was about to be auctioned.

The intense shouts and excited cheers from all around made the atmosphere of the auction even more lively.

Children and women who were attracted from all around also rushed over after hearing the news. After a while, stones thrown by the crowd hit the girl. This behavior was like the prelude to a rainstorm, and more people followed suit.

A large stone hit Velena's temple.

"Well."

Just as he was about to fall, he was forcibly helped up by the soldiers next to him.

"It was because of this bastard that my husband died on the battlefield."

"The team is now in our hands."

Such words were mixed in with the noisy crowd.

"Why Lingyu, she... obviously did nothing." Seeing Weilianna suffering, Moran choked up a little.

Lingyu found that Moran was trying his best to suppress his emotions, and his clenched fists had begun to ooze scarlet blood.

Hasn't this situation happened before? In the end, there will always be someone who bears the consequences, even if he didn't do anything and just needs an outlet to vent.

It is obvious that Weiliana has now become the person who is innocent but guilty.

"Because they're stupid."

Lingyu spoke lightly, as if mocking herself or expressing her deepest emotion.

"Yes." Moran suddenly realized something and added, "It's the same for me."

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A warm current flowed from the palm of his hand into his body, and an unprecedented sense of comfort ran through Moran's body. He turned around and saw Lingyu holding his hand, which was glowing slightly.

"Are you treating me?"

"It turns out you are not blind." Lingyu was still so sharp-tongued, but did not stop the treatment.

"Thank you, but be careful as there are so many people here. Don't let anyone see you using Holy Light."

"Ah."

Lingyu nodded slightly.

After the quarrel, there was a relatively calm period. Seeing that the situation was no longer out of control, the slave owner came out again.

In order to highlight himself, he even let his subordinate stand on the wooden chair to make it more conspicuous.

"As you can see, this is the demon race, a race that represents evil. I won't waste any more words. The bidding starts at 3G."

Although the starting price is about three times more expensive than the previous orc, the number of bidders has increased instead of decreased.

"Lingyu, how about..."

Moran was halfway through his words when he looked at the purse on Lingyu's waist.

"understood."

Lingyu looked around and could barely collect 4 gold coins.

"Here are about four gold coins for you." After saying that, he handed the purse to Moran.

"Lingyu."

"What's wrong? Don't be so sentimental at this time. Just do what you should do." Lingyu showed an innocent smile.

Moran looked at the heavy purse, knowing that most of the money was due to Lingyu. An indescribable feeling surged in his heart and he finally took a step forward.

"What are you doing? Alas." Lingyu was confused by the sudden hug.

"Thank you, I sincerely thank you." Moran said solemnly and then let go of Lingyu.

"Yeah, ah, it's okay." Lingyu muttered softly: "I thought you were going to do something."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"