MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-v2 Chapter 140 Trafficking incident

Leading the emperor and a few guards, I suddenly realized that there were some green buds in the trees at this time. Everyone was unconsciously, and the interest was mostly good. I couldn’t help but recall the original hunting with the little emperor. The scene, as well as the old things that had been privately visited with the little emperor and Koi.

Koi was still a sinister teenager.

Recalling that it was actually a year ago, but the memory was vague and chaotic. Only some very ordinary scenes were exceptionally bright, as if they were breaking through the lightning of the dark sky, and there was something that was inscribed with a heart. I can't remember.

When I was in love, it really seemed like a fever.

Not long after I came to Zhaojiatun, I found a villager asking for directions.

This place is already in Guanzhong. There is no war of suffering. It is only in a remote place, the land is barren, and the villagers are also very well dressed. However, it is much better than the people who have been separated from the war.

I didn’t understand this local dialect. The veterans who led the way went forward to ask questions. The villager pointed a few words in one direction. The veterans nodded and we nodded.

Opening a door is a 30-year-old woman. For example, in modern times, it is the age of Fenghua Zhengmao. If it is a wealthy family, it is also a time when the charm still exists. This woman is full of wind and frost, wrinkles and white hair, it seems to be a The old woman, a pair of rough hands, trembled.

Seeing so many well-dressed people, the woman opened her eyes in horror. We flashed in, and it turned out that the four walls were in vain. On the bandit, a half-male men’s cotton coat was placed, and the size was given to the front. What the son did.

I and the little emperor couldn’t speak for a moment and looked at each other.

The woman suspiciously swept her eyes one by one, and finally set it on the only person she knew.

She hesitated and eagerly asked what was in the dialect.

The veteran's face was awkward, watching her not answer immediately, she was anxious and asked.

The veteran finally said something in a dumb voice, the woman was stiff, and the back was receding. The air was instantly cast by extreme grief, making people feel breathing difficulties.

Then a heartbreaking cry came out from the thin woman's chest.

I was shocked. It is hard to imagine that such a thin chest can make such a tearing sound of the tympanic membrane. The little emperor took my hand and twitched my nose, feeling overwhelmed.

The child may have thought about what to say before he came, but at this moment he couldn’t be used at all, and he could only stand by and watch me.

For a widow who is poor and has no future and hope, the only son is dead. What kind of words can comfort such great pain and despair?

The veteran sighed and comforted the woman, but it didn't work.

But we are more redundant, we can only stand by, let the crying repeatedly torture our ears and conscience.

Finally, my little emperor quietly retired and handed the money to the veteran and handed it over to Xiao Anniang.

On the way to leave, there is no more faint pleasure in the spring, and I and the little emperor are silent.

After walking a few miles, I haven’t returned to the camp. After passing through a very small town, we slowed down the speed of the horse. Suddenly there was a commotion in front of us. I saw a ragged child rushing over and followed by a few big men. Shouting, the little child forgot to cry, only ran hard, called life-saving, fell off, and climbed up and ran forward, but was smashed by one of the big guys who ran fast, mentioning half-empty . The child was screaming and screaming, but he was slap in the face of the big man, and he blew his mouth, and the two small cheeks swollen and tall.

Passers-by look, but no one dares to say anything.

"Stop!" I heard a loud drink from the horse.

The little emperor was in a bad mood. When he saw this scene, he was naturally more angry and immediately stopped drinking.

Those big men heard that some people were too old to start moving, and they all looked at us evilly.

I also don't want to abuse children, so I immediately took the plunge and said, "Who are you, when the street is atrocities, let the children fall down!"

For the first big man with his hands clasped in front of his chest, he was suffocating, and took the eyes and ticked us again. "Hey," spit out a pussy, and said, "What the **** are you guys? I dare to control the troubles of Laozi! The little slave who escaped, shut your ass! This is what Laozi bought with the white flowers!"

"He lied!" The child who was beaten was swollen and vague, but struck loudly: "I was turned by them! Not bought... Ah!" The room was kicked again and made a mistake. call.

The little emperor was furious and shouted: "Give me up!"

Several guards behind him pulled the knife and rushed up.

"Killing!" "Not good!" The people fled around and made a mess.

Several guards are regarded as veterans of the battlefields who have fought in battles. There are also martial arts foundations. Although these few traffickers seem to be tall and fierce, how can they be opponents? In the blink of an eye, two of them were cut down, and the rest were rushed.

We saved the children and wanted to find a nearby fellow to ask about the situation. Unexpectedly, the residents avoided us to avoid the plague. Even the restaurant saw us go in and fight in advance.

"Don't ask these people!" The child squinted and said with dismay: "They are afraid, we are tied up, and we want to call for help several times. Those people are not allowed to hear."

It seems that this human trafficking group has a lot of influence here.

"We?" I asked the child: "Do you still have a lot of people? Are you children who are about the same size as you?"

The child nodded: "Our house has been closed for dozens, and the next door is closed to the sister, and there are so many..."

It seems to be a big human trafficking group.

The little emperor was very angry that he had this situation under his rule and said, "Uncle Zhang, let's go and put them in the nest!"

This child, how can this be said.

I want to say: "It's slow. We have fewer people, don't take risks, it's better to go back first, and bring more people to marry them."

Everyone nodded and said yes.

Unexpectedly, just after leaving the town, there were more than a dozen black people coming out on the way to the front, and they did not say a word and showed weapons.

My mind is tight: it seems that the other party is more efficient and more organized than we expected. This is bad.

Several guards rushed forward and fought in one place. The little emperor also took a knife and was dragged by me. He pressed it in front of the horse and patted the child behind her waist and said, "Hold me. Now let's run!"

The child seems to be shaking and stunned.

I shot the horse straight to the big camp and flew away.

Did not run a few tens of meters, a numb behind the neck, was actually picked up by a force volley, thrown on the ground, and then the little emperor was thrown on me, hit my bones are broken.

The back of the fireplace was empty and it was gone for a moment.