The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Along the way, there was a pressure on the buzzer to clear the road. It was very smooth. It was inevitable that the generals of the Longxuan Empire frontier would meet at the border. Shen Yanxiao simply went straight from the edge of the barren land.

This kind of thought that the ridiculous land is safer than the outside is really vomiting.

Forgotten marks can be said to be the largest trading market in the bright continent.

There is nothing you can't buy here, only you can't think of it.

From all kinds of rare treasures, to all kinds of Warcraft.

But there is a rule in the mark of forgetting, that is, no matter what you want to buy, you can't ask for the origin of the goods.

Shen Yanxiao, they arrived at the forgotten mark after ten days.

Standing on the plains and looking at the canyon that left on the ground, it was really amazing.

Walking into the forgotten mark, you can see the houses built in the valley, the dirty ground and the dilapidated buildings, like a slum.

The whole valley is hot and dry, and the thick stench makes people feel uncomfortable.

In such a messy place, you can see a brightly dressed aristocrat and wealthy businessman walking around the street, followed by a number of people behind the stunned slaves, who are squatting on the limbs. The chain is still held by the buyer and is similar to the animal.

"Look, young and strong adult slaves, strong and physically fit."

"Young little girl slave..."

As the only slave market in the entire bright continent, there are merchants who sell slaves everywhere.

The slaves squatted on the wooden table, with chains on their limbs, and the thick iron collars on their necks tightened their necks tightly, and their heads were scattered, and the tattered strips of their bodies obscured the last trace of shame. The cockroaches were dirty and full of stench.

The merchant who sold the slaves held the whip in his hand, sipping and waving his whip, and he did not care to smack the snake-like whip on the slaves.

"It's really uncomfortable here." As a priest's sleeping wolf, it's hard to endure the cruelty of the slave market. He watched a young girl huddle in a businessman's whip and shivered.

"There is still such a place in the bright continent, I don't know what people here are thinking." The wolf couldn't bear to continue watching, and could only look away.

Six wolves looked at Shen Yanxiao who was walking in the forefront. Since entering the mark of forgetting, Shen Yanxiao did not say a word.

They don't know that the person who can't stand the slave trade is Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao’s eyes, with the coldness she had never seen before, looked at the slaves sold along the road, watching those who had been thoroughly brainwashed trembled on the ground under the scorn of the vendors, begging for the buyer’s goodwill. Like a farmer's animal, showing teeth and muscles, as if looking forward to being bought back.

A burst of noise rang, and there was a riot in the crowd in front.

A shirtless brawny man pulled a thin and ugly little girl and rushed forward to the crowd.

The fat man with five or six big waists behind them is holding the whip and chasing it behind.

The crowds formed a natural barrier. Under the constant impact, the strong man fell to the ground, and the little girl who fell in his hand rushed forward and fell directly to the foot of Shen Yanxiao. side.

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Wait until you go to the hospital to extract your teeth, first update the chapter.