Chapter 1 Slave

A lacquered booth is surrounded by iron pillars about one meter long. The iron pillars are rusty, and a steel rope with thick fists, leaving mottled blood stains, rough ground, fishy smell, and noisy crowds, rendering the vicissitudes and violence on the whole booth.

Galil sat in the private room on the second floor, quietly closing his eyes, with his blonde hair pouring down like a waterfall, a high nose bridge, broad lips, white skin, and his whole body is strong and heroic!

The small coffee table is simple and elegant, lying on the ground lazily. The goblet is full of red blood Mary, gently shaking, shining brightly, dazzling, and the beauty is heartbreaking.

The four warriors were full of brown leather armor, with cold-jected swords in their backs, with evil faces, solemn and majestic, standing quietly behind Galil without saying a word.

"Nice, how many have been auctioned today?" Gary slowly opened his eyes, gently flicked the wide and neat white robe, and asked as if nothing had happened.

"Master Gary, the quality of slaves today is too poor! Only 30 qualified photos were taken. The crisp voice came, elegant and beautiful, very cute, like mountains and flowing water, tinkling, and it made people linger after listening to it!

Nice is wearing a long purple skirt today, with some beautiful jade inlaid on it, dazzling, full breasts, graceful posture, and a delicate face with a smile.

"Gulu!"

Nice stretched out her white and slender hand and gently poured a little blood Mary. She took a small bite. The delicate blood Mary dyed Nice's lips red. Her long purple hair poured down like waves, covering most of her face. Her blue eyes glowed like sapphire, and her thin eyebrows , outlining infinite enchanting amorous feelings.

Galil closed his eyes, stopped talking, looked indifferent, and silently listened to the noise of the slave auction house.

"Master Galil, it can't go on like this. There are too few black iron miners, so that my manor has been unable to make ends meet!" Nice gently shrugged her full chest and abdomen, squeezed out a deep cleavage, and a little worry appeared on her smiling face.

Galil didn't say a word, but still closed his eyes to refresh himself. It seemed that the manor and the noisy slave auction house could not shake his mind at all.

Nice was not surprised by Gary's performance and said as if nothing had happened, "If it hadn't been for the booming business in the arena, our West Asia Manor would not have been able to sustain it!"

"Nice, don't complain, let's quietly look forward to the start of the next auction!" Gary said slowly, as if he was impatient with Nice's nagging.

When Nice heard this, he closed his mouth tightly, his eyes flashed, and looked at the slave auction booth below.

A fiery red skirt fell on the ground, the fiery red hair fell on the shoulders, the autumn water-like eyes were sparkling, and the hands wearing red gloves gently carried the long skirt, and the lotus steps lightly stepped on the stage.

Suddenly, there was a shocking scream at the bottom of the booth. Lace smiled and glanced at the whole audience. She was satisfied with the result.

Lace stretched out her hands and gently pressed down. Her sparkling eyes were as bright as the pearls of the night, and the beautiful color made everyone under the booth scream again.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!" The beautiful voice is restrained and paused, and the silver bell-like sound makes people's hearts flutter, making people gallop and enjoy it!

In an instant, the noisy auction house was silent, the needles were falling, the lace laughter rippled, the autumn waves were thrown frequently, and the fairy sound around the beam rippled again slowly. "Gentle and ladies, I've been waiting for a long time. This afternoon's slave auction begins now!"

Oh-

There was another scream from the stage. Lace smiled gently, also stretched out her hand, made a downward movement, and said slowly, "Today's slave auction will launch a group of elite slaves. They are the famous O'mail tribe!"

Hearing the Omar tribe, the noisy crowd stopped abruptly, and the silence was terrible. Omar is one of the most powerful tribes on the mainland. He is capable, brave and good at fighting. The weapons used are very special, like a silver moon-like machete, high and in the rush of thousands of troops, he is invincible, especially the famous The Omer golden eagle knife hand, holding a golden knife, is haunted and unparalleled!

"Defeating O'mail, long live Leren! Long live Laren!" Shi Potian teased the autumn rain and woke up the dreamer with a word. As soon as these words came out, the silent crowd exploded, and they were extremely excited and excited as if they had eaten strong **!

"Ladies and gentlemen, we share Lairen's invincible legend!" Lace's voice was like gasoline spilled into the flames, and an inconcerable roar broke out.

"Hor long live Leren!"

"Hor long live Leren!"

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"Master Galil, I really didn't expect that he was a member of the Omael tribe, who broke through the iron shoes and had no place to find it. It took no time to come. It seems that there is no need to worry about the black iron miner slaves!" Nice smiled happily and gently drank a small mouthful of blood Mary. Her face reflected a little red, as beautiful as ripe red cherries.

"Omail tribe!" Gary said softly, holding the red goblet tightly with his slender white hand, looked up and drank it all, laughing happily and fiercely, which made people feel creepy.

After laughing, Galil's face returned to calm, like a thousand-year-old stubborn stone, motionless as a mountain, and the stone was shocked and his face did not change.

"Nice, you are fully responsible for the black iron mine. I have something else to do. Let's go first!" Without waiting for Nice's response, Garrill walked forward and went out. The four warriors behind him were like iron puppets and mechanically followed Galial out.

Nis quietly watched Galile go out, kissed his red lips, squirmed slightly, closed his mouth again, and let Galil Jan go.

Kka-

As soon as Galil went out, Nice threw the goblet in his hand to the ground fiercely, clicked, and was torn apart. The scarlet blood Mary splashed all over the ground, like a pool of blood, shocking!

"Damn bitch!" Nice's smiling face suddenly changed, and her beautiful face was a little ferocious, and her gloomy voice was like ten thousand years of ice, which will not change.

"Made, come in!" Nice gritted his teeth and couldn't wait to eat the whole room.

An old man in a wide and thick cloth coat, hunched, bent, white hair, mixed wrinkles on his face, and a messy beard roots on his yellow face, but his eyes are clear, and his old and rough dress can't hide his deep and shrewdness.

"Miss!" Mad bowed his waist and bowed deeply to Nice, with a meticulous respectful attitude.

Nise took out a purple card from a small bag around his waist, threw it in front of Mad, and said fiercely, "Mud, go and buy all the Omar people who haven't been auctioned yet."

Mad's dry hands tremblingly picked up the purple card that fell in front of him. The card was carved with a head, which was vivid and lifelike. This head was the pride of a generation, Chief Agurtai.

"Miss, don't worry, the old slave is going now!" Mad saluted Nice again and took two steps back before turning around and walking out.

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