Duan Ye slapped his hand and glared at him: "Two big men don't move their hands or feet."
"Hahahaha..." Feng Jiu laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "So, you are still interested."
Hearing this, Duan Ye's mouth twitched. It was him who was interested, otherwise he would have to toss him. Well, he does not deny that, except for this little fat, the other two are not with Xiaopang. Just as foolish.
In this way, they stayed in the inn to eat and live well. As for Na Ning Lang, he was kept in a cage hungry for a day. Until the next morning, he was taken away hungry. The back mountain of the underground market excavated ore and moved up and down.
He was basking in the sun, sweating on his back, his hands and feet were worn out, blisters, and hungry and tired, he was aching all over, the bruises on his face had not receded, and it was stained with ashes. , Very embarrassed.
"Woo... I quit, I'm out of strength, I can't move it."
He sat down on the rock and cried like a child: "Father, mother, oooo...help me...the people outside here are not good people. It's too dangerous outside. I was sold out. ...Father, mother, I want to go home..."
"call out!"
A whip was pulled out with a slap, and it hit the stone beside him with a slap, and a stern shout was also heard: "Howling? Get up and continue to work!"
"Woo... I didn't eat, my belly, I can't move..."
Ning Lang sucked his nose, shrank his body and looked at the fierce brawny. He has been beaten by people since yesterday. He was a little scared. He was at home before, who would dare to beat him?Sure enough, the people outside here are not good people, and the outside world is too dangerous. It is better to hide at home.
"Hungry? Come with me." The big man glanced at him, then turned and left.
Upon hearing this, Ning Lang quickly stood up and followed him around until he came to a small shed, saw the man scoop a bowl from a bucket, and handed it over.
"Eat! Go ahead and do something after eating!"
Ning Lang stretched out his hand to take it, and when he saw the porridge water in the bowl that was too thin to be thinner and had a strange taste, his face was stunned: "This, this is eaten by pigs? How can this be eaten by humans? Are you full?"
"Do you still like it?"
The big man snorted heavily and looked at him contemptuously: "A person like you who is not capable, can only do heavy work every day and eat leftovers."
"Nothing! I can do business, I can settle accounts, and I can make money! I'm still a monk in the early stage of foundation building!" He reached out his hand and wiped his tears, yelling with dissatisfaction.
"Doing business? Settling accounts? Making money? Still building a foundation for the early monks? Shit!"
He sneered, and said: "Boy, your grandpa teaches you! In this world, you are only the strong. You will do business again, and no matter how much money you make, you can protect it from your early foundation foundation cultivation. Is it? As long as the cultivation base is stronger than you, you can kill you at any time and take your hard-earned money, understand? Only strength is the most reliable."
Ning Lang looked at him blankly, thinking in a daze. If it were before, he would definitely say that he is rich, and he can hire many people with strong cultivation bases to protect him, but in just two days, what he has experienced is something he has never encountered before. This kind of personal experience His sense of authenticity let him know that it is better to rely on yourself than on others.