Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin met those eyes, feeling a little unbearable, the tide-like discussion sound gathered in his ears in different waves.

"You are so young, will you be played to death if you take it back?"

"It doesn't look very well-handled... Maybe it's broken."

"Looking at the bones, it should look good, but it's a pity that the face is ruined."

Lin Sijin held the copper coin with his fingertips, and while the crowd was discussing, the young man on the stage was dragged off the stage, the chains collided and jingled together, and the young man was brought to kneel down in front of him.

Looking closer, the scars on his body are more serious. His eyes are a pair of very beautiful eyes. On the earlobe of the young man is a pair of bright red earrings, which sway with the movement.

According to the rules, the slave had to kowtow three times to the master who got the copper coins on the ground, and the boy's shackles touched the ground, and the people next to him planned to press the boy's head to make him kowtow.

"Wait," Lin Sijin smelled a strong smell of blood, he clenched the copper coin tightly, changed his mind, and pursed his lips slightly.

"Don't kneel to me." Lin Sijin looked at the waiter beside him, "The copper coin is in my hand, can I take him away?"

Master waiter: "That's natural, here is a fair trade, after leaving the dark alley, it will not be under our control."

This was a vague reminder, Lin Sijin understood, the waiter handed over the chain to him, the chains collided together and made a dull sound, he led the people out of the alley.

Now he understands that this is a dark alley, not only slave trading, but also a barrier outside. He was attracted by butterflies. When he went out, the scene behind him turned into a wall. He reached out and touched it. Hard walls.

Butterfly led him there, and the little Highness was not here, Lin Sijin now had another slave for no reason, if he brought a slave back, Fu Heng would definitely beat him to death.

If he left it alone, the words of those people inside were still in his ears. This little slave was either tortured to death or starved to death.

And he still wants to see His Highness, this time it might be ruined.

Lin Sijin muttered softly in front, he was holding the chain, unaware that the young man behind him was holding a dagger in his hand, and the dagger was quietly approaching his neck.

He was distracted and didn't notice it. He touched the silver in his arms, but he brought a lot of silver notes, all of which were won from the guards in the mansion.

"What's your name?" Lin Sijin asked.

Only then did he realize that the little slave hadn't followed for a while, and was injured and walked slowly, so he walked slower to adapt to the opponent's speed.

When Lin Sijin looked over, Shou Que had put away the dagger, his eyes were thick, and he didn't answer his question.

"No name? Still can't speak," Lin Sijin didn't know which one it was, "Come with me first, and I'll take you to a safe place."

Leading the slave is too attractive, Lin Sijin noticed that two or three came out of the auction house and followed him, maybe it was the idea of ​​this little slave.

He led the man and waited for a while at the corner. When the two or three men came over, he knocked him unconscious with a bamboo stick on one side.

Lin Sijin threw the bamboo stick and was already close to the street at this time. The copper coin in his hand was the key of the chain. He saw that the material of the chain was very special and could suppress spiritual power.

Putting the copper coins in, the chains were automatically untied. Lin Sijin couldn't bear to look at the wound on the young man's wrist. There were faint bones there. He took off his robe and put it on the young man.

"If you don't want to be caught back, follow me and don't run around."

This is a black market, he has no one to rely on, and he was calculated to come here. He was not at ease, and he explained a few words to the little slave. The little slave only moved his wrist slightly, and he vaguely heard the sound of bones turning.

Next, he walked through the streets and alleys, bought wound medicine, food and drink along the way, and finally went to an inn with a small family.

All the little slaves followed him along the way, and he held all the things, and he babbled as he walked.

"Why does it always feel weird, is there still someone following us?"

Lin Sijin felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart. He thought someone was following them, but he didn't know that the little slave beside him had aimed his dagger at him again.

He didn't notice the little slave's dagger, but he noticed that the little slave's face was abnormal, and his face was very red. He was quite familiar with this situation, so he freed a hand to put on the little slave's forehead.

Hot as iron.

"I still have a fever," Lin Sijin was startled, how could he still walk with such a severe fever?

But inns usually have herbal medicine for treating fever. Lin Sijin grabbed the little slave's wrist, and when he touched it, the other's skin trembled a little.

Lin Sijin guessed that the child had been beaten a lot before, which should be a conditioned reflex.

"I'm really lucky today," Lin Sijin's eyelids twitched, he picked up a trouble, and he silently said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Although he didn't dare to step on ants to death on weekdays and had no karma, but Lin Fuheng killed all day long to kill evil spirits and become the sharpest blade to protect Gusu and three thousand generations. It has already been tempered in blood.

He regarded it as accumulating virtue for Fuheng.

From the first floor to the second floor of the inn, Lin Sijin had almost checked the little slave's injuries. He guessed it was just that he was not enough, so he might call the doctor over.

After all, several ribs were broken.

Shou Que's will was depressed, and he had exhausted almost all his strength to get out of the Demon Refining Tower. At this moment, every step was very difficult for him, his body was too fragile, and it was almost unbearable.

The boy whispered in his ear, and he clenched the dagger in his sleeve tightly. When the boy turned around on the second floor, he was about to take out the dagger, but his movement was a little slow.

Lin Sijin noticed that the little slave was walking more and more slowly. The child was only as high as his chin, and looked skinny. For the rest of the way, he simply carried the person on his back.

Caught off guard, Shou Que, who was being carried up, touched the wound, blood gushed out of his throat, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

The sound was not small, Shou Que's eyebrows and eyes melted into a shadow, and his fingertips clenched slightly. Before he could react, the young man who was carrying him saw that he had dropped his things, and muttered, "It's really troublesome", picked up the dagger and stuffed it into it again. in his arms.

Shou Que: "..."

"I'll take care of your injury, I won't stay here at night," Lin Sijin was really anxious, he didn't have much time to go out of the house, he was in a hurry to see His Royal Highness, and if Feng Rugao woke up, Xiao Bing Block will definitely get angry and come and grab him.

"I'm very busy. I saved you just by the way. You don't have to thank me. I'll leave after your injury is healed. I will visit you every day until your injury is healed. After your injury is healed, we will be fine."

"As for slave status... If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, and no one will know."

After Lin Sijin talked so much, when he saw the little slave looking at him with a dagger in his hand, he remembered that he was dumb, and he said that it was really useless for a long time.

"Did you understand? If you understand, just blink."

The little slave's beautiful eyes stared at him, motionless, his pupils were as black as ink, his eyelashes were like small fans, and he didn't listen to his blinking.

Lin Sijin took a second look, wondering if it was an illusion, just now the little slave had scars on his face, but now the scars seemed to have healed a few times, revealing some handsome jaw lines.

After finally reaching the inn room, Lin Sijin put the man down. He put up several barriers in the room, and put down all the things he bought, without turning back, he said, "Take off your clothes, and I'll help you." Look at the injury."

When Lin Sijin turned his head, the little slave was obedient this time. He took off his clothes, revealing his slightly deformed body.

What kind of deformity... probably because he should have suffered inhuman abuse before, and there are things sewn on his wrists, waist, and shoulders.

There are also dense black mantras, which look like countless eyes from a distance.

Lin Sijin's eyes were dazzled, he was a little shocked when he saw those sutured wounds, and the corners of his lips were slightly stretched.

But it didn't show much on the surface, Lin Sijin couldn't help thinking of the little highness, the little highness has always been in poor health, if someone sees the little highness wearing fox fur in spring and summer, and looks at it with strange eyes, the little highness probably won't feel good.

He checked several wounds. The little slave was still soaking in blood when he knelt down, but the wound didn't look that serious now. While he was applying the medicine, the little slave kept staring at him.

Shou Que didn't understand at first, but the person in front of him didn't seem to care at all, he could control the healing speed of his wound.

After finishing bandaging the wound with great difficulty, Lin Sijin suddenly found blood oozing from a piece of gauze, he was slightly stunned, opened the gauze and saw that the gauze just now oozes blood.

It means that he has to reapply the medicine and bandage again.

Lin Sijin has never been good at disguising himself. He was too obvious, and he was a little worried. Besides, he was also anxious.

However, these wounds seemed to be against him, and after he finished bandaging, they began to crack again, and he tossed like this for almost half an hour.

When he was about to call the doctor, he recovered from hurting himself.

Lin Sijin spent a lot of effort, he ordered a bowl of porridge from the waiter in the shop, but the little slave had a tongue injury and couldn't eat anything, so he could only eat some warm porridge.

The little slave was put on the bed by him, and he covered the quilt for him, and told him, "I will come over tomorrow, if you feel uncomfortable, you can call the waiter, if there is something urgent..."

Lin Sijin paused, and took out a few sound transmission symbols from her arms, "If there is something urgent, then send the sound transmission to me."

After he finished speaking, he went out. Before leaving, the other party's eyes fell on him. He left the inn and set up several layers of barriers outside the inn.

After the person left, the wounds on the young man who was lying on the bed healed at a rapid speed, and the scars on that face faded away, revealing handsome and delicate eyebrows and complete skin.

His figure is also constantly getting taller, becoming slender and tall, but at this moment his face is slightly sickly pale.

Shou Que's figure disappeared in the room and followed the boy not far away.

The street was still lively, Lin Sijin was among the crowd, he saw Yindie Feidie in the air, this time it should be real, because he soon saw a familiar figure not far away.

Originally thought that he would not be able to see him today. The young man in the distance was wearing a fox fur. He came out today and made a little disguise, but his figure was still outstanding. He recognized it as his little highness at a glance.

It should be inappropriate to call His Highness now, what should I call?The word "Senior Brother" almost blurted out in his mind.

When he saw Murong Fei, Murong Fei also saw him, the young man looked sideways slightly, his cold eyes melted at this moment, and he stretched out his fingertips towards him.

"Xiao Jin, come here."

Only His Royal Highness was left in front of Lin Sijin's eyes, and he rushed towards the person with his fingertips, and threw himself into the embrace of Luo Meixiang.

"Your Highness—"

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