Rebirth 80 Medical God Big Brother Divorce

The wolf bit and gnawed mercilessly. Granny Tong didn't want the young lady to see the tragic scene again. She blocked Qiqi's sight.

"Miss, let's go."

"it is good."

Qiqi answered with a good word. She should have left. There were too many tragic things in this world. Although she was the daughter of the richest man in the capital, she was not an immortal who was detached from the mundane world. She naturally knew that these things happened every day in this world. Slaves were born humble and their lives were worthless. She shouldn't have cared. But she couldn't move her feet. Because, although Granny Tong blocked part of her view of the boy who fell to the ground, she could see the eyes from where she was standing. The boy who fell to the ground was looking at her, with those eyes as dark as the night, and he kept looking at her.

A gust of wind blew by, and a piece of the rags fell on Qiqi's embroidered shoes. The piece of bloody rags fell on the butterfly fluttering lightly among the pale yellow stamens. Qiqi noticed that the small piece of rags was black silk, with a cloud embroidery on it.

Qiqi frowned. The slave society was strictly hierarchical. Even though they were the richest people in the capital, the design of the houses they built and the embroidery fabrics on their clothes were very particular. They were not allowed to wear such embroidered clothes. This young man in black was actually a nobleman, and a distinguished one at that.

There was an imperceptible chill in the wind. Blood slowly dripped from the corner of the boy's lips, a dazzling bright red. The boy said nothing, letting the wolfhounds bite him. His clothes were torn and his flesh was bloody, but he didn't scream. He just stared at her with his cold eyes.

"He, I bought it."

Qiqi suddenly turned around and shouted at the slave trader.

"Little girl, do you want to buy him?"

The slave trader was very pleased to see that the nasty boy was finally bitten by the wolfhound and could no longer show off his strength. He already had many slaves, so it didn't matter if he lost one. Moreover, he could use this slave as a warning to the rest of the mule slaves, so that they would become obedient and be sold. This would help him recover his losses. Therefore, the slave trader wanted to kill this disobedient young slave.

"Look, we have many good and obedient slaves here. What kind do you want? Fat, thin, white, black, we have everything. Come and take your pick?"

"I just want him."

Qiqi pointed.

"Well, it's injured and not in good condition. You have to take it home to recover and can't work. If it dies again, you will lose a lot. I advise you to choose another one."

"he."

Qiqi stopped talking to the slave trader and pointed directly at the boy.

The slave trader looked at the boy surrounded by wolfhounds with embarrassment. The boy was already bitten to a bloody mess. Even so, the boy took out a sharp dagger and stabbed it into the neck of a wolfhound. He held the wolfhound's head tightly with both hands and used his whole body to resist the attacks of the other wolfhounds. Even with such serious injuries, he was still so fierce. This boy was really not an ordinary person.

The slave trader knew that such slaves were the kind that could never be trained. At this time, the wolfhounds were all crazy when they saw blood. It was also difficult for him to get people to drive away the wolfhounds. A slave could only be sold for five or six knife coins. To buy a wolfhound like this, he had to spend twenty knife coins. This young man had already killed several of his wolfhounds. If he let him live and sold him for a few knife coins, wouldn’t it be a big loss?