The author who likes to torture the protagonist wears a book

People's death is small, but injustice is big

Lin Feng and Song Chuwei looked at each other.

This is the second day since they escaped, and now they are facing bigger problems than the Song family who hunted them down.

"You dignified Miss Song, don't you have any valuables on you? Where's the jade pendant? Where's the hairpin? Don't you have any pendants?" Lin Feng asked Song Chuwei in disbelief.

Song Chu shook her head slightly, her stomach rumbled just right, she covered her stomach, and said pitifully, "Brother is an adult, doesn't he have any money?"

Lin Feng: "..." He eats and drinks what kind of ink, how can he have any money.

It's all because he was too anxious when he ran away. If he had known that selling two vases at Song's house would be enough for him to run away.

One big and one small looked at each other, but no one could do anything about it.

Lin Feng was fine, as a Golden Core Stage, he didn't need to eat or drink, and at most he lived a poor life.

But Song Chuwei had just started practicing qi, and it was time to eat a long meal, so it was already very rare to be able to endure until now.

The dignified Nanque Miss Song's family is drooling now looking at the sesame seed cakes on the street.

Lin Feng once again regretted taking this small oil bottle, but the belt was brought out, and the little girl said nothing to go back to Song's house, and he couldn't do anything to leave the child and run away by himself.

There are quite a few immortal cultivators on Nanque's side. Song Chuwei was just a beginner in qi training, and any immortal cultivator who came would take care of her.

The two tried to go to the restaurant to wash the dishes, but they were coaxed out by Xiaoer.

Tried to beg for food, but the two of them were dressed brightly, others thought that some young lady was out to bask in the sun.

Song Chuwei was so hungry that he couldn't walk anymore, so Lin Feng had to carry it on his back.

While walking, Song Churui suddenly shook Lin Feng's shoulder, pointed to a place and said, "Brother, where are you looking?"

"What?" Lin Feng looked along her fingers, and found that there seemed to be a human animal trade going on there.

Some people with straw in their hair are human sacrifices that can be traded.

Lin Feng was startled when he saw it, "Are you hungry and crazy, Song Chuwei? You don't want to be a human sacrifice, do you?"

Song Chuwei grabbed the hem of his clothes and whispered flatteringly, "I can pretend to be bought, and then my brother will rescue me."

Lin Feng said without thinking, "No."

Song Chuwei is a ten-year-old girl, what if something happens to her.

Lin Feng took two steps forward, then slowed down, turned Song Chuwei on his back, made her back more stable, and walked towards the trading point.

"Brother?" Song Chu slightly looked at Lin Feng who had stuck the straw in his head.

Lin Feng put the shrunken White Flame Beast into her arms, and said: "When someone comes to buy me later, you can take Xiaobai to eat first, and after you finish eating, let Xiaobai be chained with spiritual power. Come find me."

Song Chu slightly grabbed Lin Feng's clothes, "But..."

"It's okay, Xiaobai is very strong, it can protect you, and besides, I may not be able to sell it." Lin Feng said, after all, all the people sold here are children and women, and there are very few grown men.

Looking at those human sacrifices, Lin Feng couldn't bear it, so he could only comfort himself that they were all paper figures written by himself, and they were not real people, so don't take it too seriously.

Not long after, an elderly but still beautiful woman came over with a few thugs.

As soon as the woman appeared, many people came up and shouted, "Sister Yun, buy my girl." "Sister Yun, my baby is good, buy my girl."

It seems that he is an old buyer with guaranteed quality. Lin Feng was thinking about how to attract sister Yun's attention, but he didn't expect that sister Yun walked straight towards him.

Sister Yun pinched Lin Feng's chin to look up, down, left, and right, then circled around Lin Feng, then looked at Song Chuwei, and found that there was no straw on her head, and asked, "Only sell the big ones, not the small ones?"

"Give all the money I bought to my sister." Lin Feng said.

"Hey, he is a loving and righteous brother." Sister Yun smiled, "Look at your outfits, you haven't suffered much, have you? It's good if you haven't suffered, and you still retain your humanity."

Sister Yun took out a bag of money, handed it to Song Chuwei, and ordered two thugs, "Both of you go home with her, and don't let her brother's money be robbed."

She lowered her head and said to Song Chuwei: "You feel safe, so let my people come back, and bring a few messages along the way to let your brother know that you are safe."

Song Chu looked at Lin Feng slightly, and Lin Feng smiled at her, telling her to go first.

Song Chuwei took a step and turned his head three times.

After she left, Sister Yun asked Lin Feng to follow her.

Lin Feng followed Sister Yun for about two quarters of an hour, and entered through the back door of a big house.

As soon as he entered the door, sister Yun suddenly got into trouble, and pressed Lin Feng's collarbone, killing his shoulders and necks. With a light press, Lin Feng felt that he couldn't exert all his strength.

Sister Yun slid her hands down, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed it lightly, and the spiritual shackles left by the white flame beast turned into powder.

Lin Feng was dazed and frightened.

Sister Yun threw him to the thugs behind him, "A golden elixir stage good material, this is what you can get, take it down and wash it, and present him to the hall master at the dinner party."

"Yes!" The two thugs supported Lin Feng with their backhands and walked towards the yard.

Fuck... Lin Feng's whole body was weak, and he looked at sister Yun unwillingly. He didn't believe that he didn't trigger the side plot.Did the god of fate attack him?Must be right?Or is this also a game set up by Nie Mo?

At this time, Nie Mo, who was missed by him, was closing his eyes and dozing on the recliner. After listening to Song Churu's report, he opened his eyes and glanced at her, saying: "A pile of Jindan stage waste, a ten-year-old girl, you also can't help it!" Can't find it?"

Song Churu shuddered suddenly, although she forgot what happened after she brought Nie Mo into the trapped beast formation.

But she was sure that everything was caused by Nie Mo. She didn't know why her mother and second brother obeyed his orders now, but she always felt that this man was terrifying.

"Forget it, take a map and show me the brothels near Nanque." Nie Mo said.

"I, how do I know about Nanque's Qing...Qing..." Song Churu couldn't say the word brothel for a long time.

Nie Mo said flatly, "Trash."

Song Churu's face was ugly, but she didn't dare to get angry.

Song Churui, who was even sicker, walked into the courtyard, and said to Song Churu, "Let Xiaobei and the others do it, you go down first."

Song Churu walked away with a face full of resentment.

Song Churui coughed twice, did not dare to sit down next to Nie Mo, and said with a strange expression: "Brother Lin suspects that uncle has gone to the brothel?"

Nie Mo looked at him: "The Great Hermit hides in the city, Mrs. Song chose a good place when she escaped from the Hehuan Sect."

Song Churui's pupils constricted, as if surprised how Nie Mo knew they had escaped from the Hehuan Sect, but then he thought that Nie Mo even knew the Huntian Yin Jue, so it didn't seem strange to know this.

But what Nie Mo said next made Song Churui unable to calm down no matter what. He said, "Tian Jiuxiao has a lair, and it's in Nanque."

Tian Jiuxiao is the head of the Hehuan Sect.

Nie Mo continued: "Thank you very much, Cheng Ruo. If he really wants to ruin you, you just need to report it. Your Song family is already finished. Go and give me the map they marked."

After speaking, Nie Mo closed his eyes again.

Song Churui panted slightly, cupped his fists and said "yes", and went to get the map of Nanque.

Speaking of Song Chuwei's side, when the shackles on Lin Feng's hands were broken, the White Flame Beast felt it. It called out twice and was about to puff up. It planned to carry Song Chuwei to find Lin Feng.

The two thugs who were following them struck first, hitting Song Chuwei on the back of the neck.

These two thugs are also immortal cultivators!They seemed to have taken some kind of medicine to shield them from detection. Although they only had a foundation-building cultivation, the White Flame Beast didn't notice it.

Lin Feng is dangerous!

The White Flame Beast was worried about Lin Feng, but couldn't leave Song Chuwei behind. Lin Feng had asked it to protect good people before.

Naturally, the two foundation-building stages were no match for the White Flame Beast, but the commotion between the two and one beast was not small.

Nanque belongs to Tianque, and there are many immortal cultivators. Although Nascent Soul stage monks are very rare, they are not uncommon.

A high-level monster is actually committing crimes in a busy city, and other immortal cultivators don't care who they are. They must be different if they are not my race. Of course, they should attack the White Flame Beast first.

Under several attacks, the heavily injured Baiyan Beast picked up Song Chuwei, who was unconscious, and broke out from the crowd's encirclement.

At this time, Miss Song's wish could not be taken into account, and the Baiyan Beast carried Song Chuwei on its back and ran towards the Song family at high speed.

Lin Feng was blocked by that woman named Sister Yun. At this moment, he was so weak that he could only let others drag him around.

A few maids brushed his body with a brush like washing livestock, almost rubbing off a layer of his skin.

Lin Feng didn't even have time to think about whether he should be ashamed or not. He could just treat them as Nie Mo, anyway, that's how Nie Mo served him.

"Hiss—it hurts, sisters, the skin is rubbed to pieces. If your hall master sees me covered in blood, you won't be satisfied, right?" Lin Feng couldn't hold back, and broke his hypnosis with his own hands. How could He Mo? With their heavy hands.

Feeling that a few people really relaxed their movements, Lin Feng's heart moved, he suppressed his shame and unwillingness, and squeezed out a smile, "Sisters, I don't know when the hall master and the old man will come to enjoy me?"

No one paid attention to him, Lin Feng asked again: "I don't know where we are?"

Still ignored.

Lin Feng thought of a few more excuses, and even used earthy love words, but the maids were like programmed robots, and they didn't respond at all.

At the end of the wash, Lin Fengguang was naked and wrapped in a blanket by the maid, like a concubine who was about to go to bed, except for one head, tied up like a radish.

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched. It seemed that he had guessed correctly. The hall master's "enjoyment" was the same as Song Churui's "enjoyment". It seemed that this hall master was probably a hall master of the Hehuan Sect.

He struggled, unable to move at all, and subconsciously complained: "It's so wrapped up, what if I need to urinate later? Just pee on the blanket?"

"The hall master hates unclean people the most. If you dare, be prepared to die." A maid said.

She looked like the leader of these people, Lin Feng deliberately said: "Death is a small matter, but injustice is a big one. For my chastity, I'd better pee now."

The maid frowned and stared at him, "How dare you!"

Another maid also said: "Smelly shameless, what kind of chastity do you men have?"

"Don't discriminate. You women have feminine virtues, and we men also have masculine virtues. If you have chastity, we naturally also have chastity."

The maid was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Behind Lin Feng, a maid who supported and lifted his right arm whispered: "We have lost our chastity a long time ago."

"Xiaodie! Don't talk nonsense!" The leader's maid shouted.

Xiaodie glanced at Lin Feng, then quickly looked away, "Yes, Senior Sister."

Song family.

Nie Mo grabbed the white flame beast by the nape of its neck, regardless of its injuries, with a stern expression, "Take me to the place where his breath disappeared."

"grumble."

The author says:

Lin Feng: Should I say it or not, I'm a bit on the fence;

Nie Mo: Father, don't be afraid, I'm coming soon;

Lin Feng: How about you let me continue to miss you?