Dandere General and his Lord

In the early autumn season, I took a fall in autumn, and the wind turned into a cool manner.

Cheng Qian leaf is within the BMW insert, and the curtain looks at the streets on both sides.

This city that has just been baptized, with a break and depression.

Do not shade, and the gods of the gods are walking on the muddy road in three or two.

Under those collapsed walls, you can see a huddled object from time to time.

Cheng Qianhui did not dare to care carefully, because it may be a body that is lost.

"It's a depression, and our Jin Guo is much better than this." Cheng Qian leaf is from the leader of the Jin Dynasty, and personally realized the huge gap between the people of the two places.

"That is because of your life," Xiao Six is ​​going to look at the window, "" Zhangzhou has been in the war in the past few years, and it is only desperately searching for the hand of different forces. Let's go, and who will manage the life of the people. "

Perhaps as a scientific student's Cheng Chi, secondary school history and politics only studied a surface.

In her subconscious, the king of the feudal emperor is a symbol of exploitation and dictatorship.

They are standing in the opposite of the masses, and the benefits of the people's fatty cream should be nasty and abomination of the people.

He is here, she discovered.

Under this era, there is a fixed main king, a stable country is the true expectation of the people.

All the needs of equality and human rights, that is, it is based on the product after the rich society.

"So, I am also likely to be a master expected by the people here." Cheng Qianye touched the chin.

"Of course, the Lord, you are a kind and kind monarch. It is the blessing of my Jin Guo. Embroidery does not encounter the main public, I have long starved to death." Xiao Xiu said.

Cheng Qian leaf is nodded, she didn't pay attention to Xiao Six.

Because there is a market-trading market in front of the road.

It is said that it is a population-buy and selling market, in fact, only a few slave dealers are acquiring slaves.

A bunch of civilians who walked without roads, or sell themselves, or sell their children, inserted the grass to stand there for slaves picking.

If you picked, the slave traders signed a book with a person who sold the body or their parents, and changed people with a small bag.

Leading a flammate burner burning, picking up a burning soldering iron, Zi smashing a exclusive mark on the body of the person, then put all the newly bought slaves into a string of iron.

From time to time, there is a short tragic sound, which is accompanied by the sound of the soldering iron burns.

The crowd is still numb, as if this is only a matter of thinking.

Cheng Qianhui smells the faint taste in the air. She looked at the white smoke that came out from time to time, accompanied by a sound and shouted.

She suddenly looked back and looked at the ink bridge on the car.

Mo Bridge was sneaked with her. He caught it with this, he couldn't avoid it. He hurriedly opened his eyes, and the red face said: "The owner has not given a slave."

Because the injury is inconvenient, he only covers a thin brocade on the waist, revealing the back skin.

On the two shapes, on the shape of the shape, overlapping the conspicuous brand, the old brand is hot, and the new print is free to add it.

Give you a ghost, you still look forward to it.

Cheng Qian leaf almost wants to swear, endured: "From now, claim to be a mess, there is no such thing as a mess."

The ink bridge is hanging down the eyelashes, tightened his mouth.

Cheng Qianfei has no good looks outside the window.

A ragged woman sitting four children in front of them, two girls in their heads.

She couldn't help but stop the carriage.

This mother has to sell their children to be slaves.

Cheng Qianfei did not dare to imagine. As a mother, how can a mother be willing to let the children, to withstand the encounter of Xiaoyu.

That mother described the dryness, idiotic, as if she was a living in the dead.

Cheng Qianfei does not have some people who have seen poverty, but in her life in the rich world, no matter how much thinking, no one can see these children have been shocking.

The few children, thin until the same limbs like chopsticks, deep depression and look huge eyes, yellowing and straw, simply unbearable.

Xiao Sie was looking at his head from the window: "Solding is always better than starving. Like my dead ghost, I will receive me a place where life is not familiar, and I will wait for him. Ran."

He is like a story that is nothing to do with himself. "Not only is a bag that can be changed to go home, but also hurts me to starve the street, it is really stupid."

Cheng Qian leaf feels that he really has to convert a thinking method.

She knows that the concept of Xiao Sie is correct. When people 's life is still difficult, the warmth is more emphasized in Tianzhi and all emotional needs.

A slave trader walked to the mother of the mother, grab a small older girl, got up and down, and pinched his mouth to see the teeth.

I don't satisfy my head and let go: "I have a good time, it is too thin, I may not give a print."

The mother replied powerfully: "The half bag is enough."

The slave traders were satisfied, reach out to grab the girl.

The skinny girl screamed, and desperately hiding behind his sister.

Her sister hugged her, squatting, "The owner bought me together, I have no sister, but I am very strong, I can work."

The slave traders pulled, one side: "Going to death, I am supplying in the kiln, buying you this kind of payment of money?"

Cheng Qianhui can't see it, knock on the window with your fingers, and stop this sale.

She hit her eye embroidered.

Xiao Xiu jumped off the car, throwing a small ingot of the silver, lifted a chin, "I will walk with me, the life is really good, the main public looks at you."

The slave tradder, seeing them, and the row, the draft is huge.

I know is a noble person. I didn't dare to fight, and I left the head to leave.

The sister was tightly smashed, and her sister wiped her tears and pushed her out. "Go, it is a noble, there is a meal to eat, not hungry."

Cheng Qian leaf supported forehead, and he hit a gesture taken along with it.

Two clothes ragged on the car, gorgeous and clean carriages made them uncemortically, the two squeezed together, fearing shrinking squats, using two pairs of hunger and looks particularly very big eyes Cheng Chiba.

Originally spacious compartments, it added two people to promote it.

The ink bridge supported the body and moved it. Take them some space.

Xiao Xiu covered his nose, he felt that the whole car had a unpleasant smell.

But he never violates any words of Zeha, there is no more words, only adding a lot of spices in the incense burner.

Cheng Qian leaf put down the curtain, closed his eyes, isolated on the outside of the world full of pain.

So many children and so many people worthy of sympathy, I can save a few.

Although, my main public is only the presence of mascots. But before I find a way to go back, I also done a little bit.

Cheng Qian leaf is missing from the safe and warm era, I want to think about my family's family friends, and my family and friends.

A hunger in Xishan is stationed in Xishan,

The legendary month Shenquan is just a small moon.

The spring water of the four seasons is light and yellow, and the water is transpired with white smoke.

The original owner of this mountain, apparently understands that in the spring eye, built a large block of Chinese, built the armrest, the ladder of the bath, in addition, there is no more manual ax.

The hot springs plant a large maple forest in the sky, at this moment, the red leaves are like a cloud, and the sporared lobes will fall into the water, like a magic, like a fairyland.

Cheng Qianfei is zends to appreciate this scenery, and suddenly hear the whispering whispering Xiao Xiu's unsuccessful: "Go down, what is you doing? Don't know something."

Cheng Qianhui looked over, I saw Xiao Xiu and two waiters. I was to carry ink bridge into spring. The ink bridge was distinguished to grabbed the railings. I didn't want to enter the water. A rich black representing fear.

When I saw Cheng Qianye, he looked at the conspicuous golden Beni in his body and put the black back.

Then he gave up struggle and put his body into the water.

Cheng Qian leaf feels some strange, she walks into the spring, squatting down, looking at the ink bridge in the water.

"Are you afraid of water?"

"No ... not afraid." Although he was soaked in the warm spring water, it was pale, and his body was stiff. He has been tightly licking the armrests on the shore.

Cheng Qian leaf flies the rest of the people.

I have been interested in the water in the water in the water.

I saw him taking the mouth, keeping a stiff posture, and obviously he was afraid.

Cheng Qian leaf squat there, reach out and touch his head.

"Xiaol, I have been this leader, there are many people every day, talking about all kinds of nice, compliments, and concerned. But I know that they are all lie."

She slowly removed a maple leaf on the head of the ink bridge, saw the wet face, looked up from the water mist, looking at himself.

"I hope you, can you lie to me, is it good?"

"I ..." A low-graved man sounded from the transpirated white smoke.

"When I was young, I was sold into the Chu Huai House. It was a male hut. Inside it, the owner of time would train me to please men's skills." Mo Bridge low, soft dark hair Down, cover the eyebrow.

"I was too small at that time, my temper was reluctant, and I dare to take the command of the owner, fight against it. The owner punishes me, putting me into the water cylinder, when you are dead, I will mention it. This is repeated, lasting several days. Until at that time, a red little-sighted, told me, put me to him, and stop the punishment. "

"Although it has been in the past, but I ... I am still afraid of water."

"I, although I have been in the Xiaoyu Pavilion, but that technical skills, indeed, it doesn't."

In Mo Bridge, I thought: I bite Han's hands and violated the front owners. They were known by the owner. He will not disgus me this kind of hard to create a slave.

At this time he felt his eyes were blocked by a black cloth.

There is a sound of someone in the water.

A soft hand is gently holding his other hand.

"Don't be afraid, I will give you a while. I will look at you, I will not let you fall into the water."

He heard the owner's voice sounded in the ear.

"The cloth belt on the eye can't pick it up."