He didn’t know how he looked at the whole part. He only knew that after a while, several masked monks in black walked out and went to each small dark room to select some children. They took it away, along with the person who ate the roast chicken, and several people who were defeated by the little boy who ate the roast chicken, all followed.

Hao'er watched from behind, watching those people leave with the children, and took a deep breath. Her icy eyes glanced forward coldly. When she was about to follow the others back to the small black room, she saw a voice. Come.

"Wait."

The man who was standing next to the column spoke, his eyes passed by everyone around him, and fell on Hao'er.I saw him stretch out his hand and said, "You, come out."

Everyone's gazes immediately followed his finger pointing towards Hao'er. In the dim line of sight, it was a child who was not considered to be an eye, but, unlike others, he had a calmness that children of the same age did not have.

So keen!

Hao'er's heart sank.He knew in his heart that the anger and eyes he leaked must have caught his attention.He suppressed his ups and downs and walked to the forefront in everyone's eyes.

A monk quickly rushed forward and opened the iron gate in that area.

Seeing this, Hao'er came out and came to the man step by step.

The man held his hand, took an unhurried pace, circled Hao'er, and looked carefully, the more he looked, the more surprised he became.He glanced at the calm and expressionless child, then looked at the black-clothed monk beside him, and asked, "Is this just here?"

"Yes, ah..." The monk replied respectfully, but who knows, he only fell with a sound, and a wind blade flew over, directly cutting off one of his arms.

The arm flew out, and blood splashed all over the ground, but the man in black quickly stopped the sound after a scream of instinctual reaction, and knelt down with a trembling.

"Do you know why I broke your hand?" The man said coldly, his bloodthirsty eyes fell on the black-clothed monk who was kneeling on the ground, but the light from the corner of his eyes was watching Hao'er's expression.

"Subordinates, subordinates don't know..." He said with a trembling voice, really not knowing where he made a mistake.

"I don't know? I don't know, then I will tell you." He said coldly, and said: "You raised your head to look at this child. Is there any panic and fear in him? He has an ordinary child. ?"

Hearing that, the black-clothed monk raised his head and glanced, just in time to see that the child's eyes were calm, looking at him coldly, and seeing that he had broken his hand without even frowning. At this moment, his heart sank. , Finally know what kind of mistakes he made.

"Get off!" the man said, no longer looking at him.

"Yes." The man in black who had broken a hand endured the pain and picked up his broken arm, and staggered back.

"Which family are you from?" He turned around and looked at Hao'er.

Hao'er pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Hehe, don't you? Don't you want to go home? Say it, I can send you back." He coaxed with a low smile.

Hearing this, Hao'er frowned and said, "Do you think I am so stupid?" After entering this place, and seeing these things about them, let him leave?how is this possible.