Luo Yang was really shocked. He came to the trade zone to find some screen wall stones and moon stones, but he didn't expect that someone would sell them on the street, and the goods sold to him were human slaves.

These days, Luo Yang followed Lao Mo's caravan to several cities. He was no longer surprised by slave traders. They claimed that there was no race in the world that could not be sold. As long as they had money, it would be no problem to get Emisia's big girl.

A blue lion man stood up on the recliner on the street. He patted his head and laughed: "Hahaha, Lao Mo has a good reputation. I must have some ability to make a living under him. Do you want to see the goods now? Sorry, every inch of land in the trade zone is valuable, and I have to put your fellow tribe in the bywheel snail."

"Ass snail?" Luo Yang's face looked very bad, because only the most inferior slave would be anesthetized and placed in the snail.

This anesthesia is not an ordinary anesthesia. It will make metabolism extremely slow and cause harm to the body. Sometimes slave traders forget to inject nutrient solution, and the "cargo" can easily die.

When the Blue Lion Man Hake saw Luo Yang coming, he showed a smug smile on his face.

He knew that the local buns of these weak tribes had a great sense of justice and wanted to save their fellow tribes even if they lost their money. This trick was tried and tested, and it was aimed at the caravan staff.

In order to save costs, in addition to the boss himself, the employees and friends of the caravan usually come from the weak and cold races. These bitter weak and cold race locals are usually able to save money, and half of the eldest son is reluctant to spend it. It is not easy for them to go out alone. Even if a very stingy guy meets people from the same race, he still has to choose a few beauties and go back to warm the bed.

Therefore, Hack specializes in low-end slaves, squeezing the wealth of weak and cold-stricken locals.

When he was in a prosperous fortune, he met a terrible gangster. Even if he signed a very harsh contract with the caravan boss, he would raise more funds to save his fellow tribes. This situation was the most wonderful moment for him.

"Where is the goods? Look at the goods first, and then pay after you look at them." Luo Yang looked at the Blue Lion Hake carefully with his hands behind his back.

"Haha, wait a moment, I remember to put it in drawer No. 3." Huck was very happy. He hurriedly turned around and entered the narrow and cramped small concierge that had been passed down from generation to generation, and started looking for it.

After a long time of hard work, the bloated big guy found a gray-white conch with a mottled surface, wiped it with a rag covered with oil stains, and handed it to Luo Yang.

Luo Yang took the snail into his hand and immediately learned about the situation inside.

He is indeed a human being, and there are quite a few, with as many as 200 people. The clothes he wears are very gorgeous and has never seen the style before.

"I'll buy this bye snail for a price." Luo Yang seized the time. In addition to buying screen wall stones and moon stones, he wanted to take advantage of the Blood Evil wave to intercept the caravan and stroll around the free trade zone. Perhaps he could see the precious goods he hadn't seen a few days ago, which would be of great help to repair his super power.

"Hoho, okay, little brother, look at your attitude and make a lot of money with Lao Mo." Hack's eyes lit up. He was a vampire in the trade zone. Although he was born with big and thick, he was actually full of changes and cunning.

"That's right, can I lose my benefits after following Brother Mo? Last time I happened to save a nobleman from the Daqi clan, and I rewarded me with two hundred dollars in Emisia topaz." Luo Yang compared, it was as big as a coin.

"How old? You gesture again" Huck looked at him with wide eyes.

"So big, two hundred yuan." Luo Yang gestured proudly. This time, it was not as good as a coin, but it shrank halfway.

"You little bastard, are you covered in paramecium? The bannerman is rich and gives you some Amysia topaz scraps, which makes you so happy that you can't find it. If you hear it clearly, it's scraps, which are the things that people use leftovers, and you are just a treasure."

Hack was so angry that he would have to squeeze out two hundred pieces of blue-wave jade, which was the purest one.

"I know it's scraps, but Brother Mo said scraps are valuable." Luo Yang scratched the back of his head, both cute and innocent.

"Get out, I want to take these slaves away for two hundred pieces of scraps, and I don't piss on my own." Huck was so angry that he was dizzy. He had never seen such a stupid person.

"Oh, forget it, only these two hundred pieces of scraps were handed over to me by Brother Mo, who was particularly kind to me. It is worth the salary in the next five years." Luo Yang reluctantly handed over the snail back to Hake.

Huck was slightly stunned and thought to himself, "Old Mo looks quite honest. It turns out that he is so dark behind his back? Look at his plan, he makes the fool confused and is grateful. What should I do if I catch up with my skills? These human slaves have been in my hands for a while, and if they don't deal with them, they will die. But no one cares about them, so it's better to deal with this guy."

Thinking of this, Hack said with a painful look on his face: "Boy, the scraps of Emisia Topaz are worth a few cents. Today I will open a lottery here, and I will take it to get some money and get it."

"Okay, uncle, you are such a good person, the deal is done." Luo Yang took the snail and put his hand into his crotch for a long time. He took out a small bag in front of Hake's green face.

When Luo Yang poured out the Emisia topaz in the bag, Huck almost turned angry.

Not to mention the size of a coin, these scraps are not even as big as the baby teeth that have just grown out of a child. And there are definitely no two hundred pieces that are not about "blocks", but about "pellets".

"Boy, are you crazy? Is this a scrap? What's this? I can't describe it." Hack's eyes turned red, and he wanted to use a hammer to beat the kid into a meat pie.

"Uncle, this is a reward from the nobles of the Daqi clan." Luo Yang looked at the other party with hope.

"Go to his stupid flagman." Hack cursed, never thinking that someone next to him said: "Are you insulting our flagman?"

By chance, three big bannermen with ears like palm fan came over and looked at Hak with bad eyes, making Hak feel like he was struck by lightning, and immediately bowed and laughed: "Oh, the three nobles are fine. I said no one can say that the big money masters are here, three, let's take a look at the small shop down."

"Hmph, keep your mouth in mind." The big bannerman shook his robe and walked straight past Hack.

When Hake realized, Luo Yang had already left with the snail, leaving only a little bit of fine gravel. He was so angry that he stood in front of the shop and stomped his feet for a long time. Finally, he put away the gravel and decided to learn from Lao Mo and find a fool from the cold clan to fool him.

When he arrived at a place where no one was around, Luo Yang pressed the snail on the Emisiah Palace, which was shrinking into wine bottles.

The snail shell immediately melted into it. He had a speculation that these people did not come from provinces such as Qianling, but mostly from the secret human territory mentioned by Wu Qianqiu, or from the edge of the Milky Way. No matter where they come from, there is a way out, and you can travel...
Chapter completed!