The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 277
It's just that when he lowered his head, he met a pair of dark, ink-like eyes that were as sharp and chilling as the return of Yaksha.

Lord Huang couldn't help being stunned and stopped, but the coldness in the woman's eyes just showed, and it was instantly replaced by the color of fear.

"Damn it, it scared the father a lot."

He came back to his senses, and then burst out laughing, but he realized something was wrong.

Just because the woman laughed louder than him, she seemed to be laughing wildly with all her strength, her voice was like a hacksaw rolling on the iron plate, hoarse and harsh, she waved her hands and laughed madly, looking crazy.

At this time, she struggled to get up from the ground, stretched out her hands, and wanted to grab Huang Ye's neck, but the short chain on her ankle completely restricted her range of movement.

"She...she's a lunatic!"

Lord Huang avoided her attack, his face changed greatly, he took dozens of steps back like a monster, and everyone was scared by the woman's madness and kept retreating.

No one would have thought that the woman who was just quiet just now seemed to have changed a person in vain, as if she wanted to eat people.

The trader who sold slaves was knocked down by the crowd who suddenly retreated and fled, fell a dog and ate shit, and cursed angrily:
"Dog thing, you don't want to live anymore? See if I don't kill you..."

He got up and turned his head to look at the woman in disbelief. Then he stepped over a few steps, took out the whip from his waist, and slapped the woman with a fierce whip, cursing as he whipped.

Before the woman could react, she was hit with a sturdy whip on her body. In an instant, she screamed in pain as her skin ripped open, and a bloody hole was drawn out of her thin clothes.

The woman was chained and had nowhere to run, so she had to let the whip hit her and let out a shrill scream.

With the whip lashing across the face, the woman's clothes were soon dyed red with blood.

The whip slashed again and again, hitting the woman's face.

"stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout mixed with strong anger suddenly exploded, "How can you move her face?!"

At the same time, a pearl hairpin flew over with a fierce wind and stabbed into the raised arm of the slave trader.

"what!"

The merchant who sold the slaves screamed, and the whip fell off in an instant.

"Ouch, it hurts... Who? Who is plotting against me!"

The merchant who sold the slaves mourned while clutching his bleeding arm, looked behind him with a gloomy face, and the next second he froze like a thunderclap.

He saw a carriage parked beside him. The carriage was black and gold, extremely luxurious, and even the driver's clothes were different from others.

Knowing that he had met a nobleman, the slave trader swallowed the curse he was about to utter. A look of vigilance flashed in his eyes, suppressing the surprise in his heart, and asked calmly:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

As if responding to his question, the curtain of the carriage moved slightly, and a beautiful woman walked out of the door.

The trader who sold the slaves was almost completely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

This beautiful woman swayed and fluttered in a red dress. The skirt was embroidered with extraordinarily delicate patterns, and there were glittering beads on the vamp, and the brilliance flowed like a clear spring.

In a dirty place like Slave City, I haven't seen such a beautiful and noble person for a long time.

Almost everyone lost the ability to speak, forgot to speak, and stared at her blankly.

In the eyes of everyone, Taoyao walked in front of the bunch of slaves, and finally stopped in front of the woman who was beaten to the ground, looked down at her, and said slowly:
"I thought I was wrong, but it's really you!"

That's right, the disfigured woman beaten by the slave trader is none other than the real princess Yan Fengzhu.

Just now, she got on a carriage and came out of the Marquis of Zhenguo Mansion. The weather was very good today, so she wanted to look around the city, but unexpectedly met Yan Fengzhu who escaped from the ancient tomb.

She was still thinking about what to do to get Xiao Tianmo who returned to Beijing to hand over Yan Fengzhu. She didn't want Yan Fengzhu to appear in front of her in this way at this moment.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Looking at Yan Fengzhu, who was naked, covered in blood, and in a state of embarrassment, Taoyao hooked her lips and asked softly beside her ear:
"Princess, what does it feel like to go from being the object of everyone's adoration to being a slave that everyone can step on?"

After she finished speaking, she slowly raised her head and squinted her eyes to study Yan Fengzhu carefully, not letting go of any detail.

Yan Fengzhu did not have any emotions, no anger, no remorse, and even her expression did not fluctuate at all.

She just kept shrinking her body, her whole body shrunk into a ball, her eyes were scattered, she couldn't stop shaking her head while looking at the ground, and she kept babbling: "No...no..."

Seeing that Yan Fengzhu was still as mad as before, Taoyao's tense emotions relaxed slightly.

After a while, she raised her head and glanced at the trader who sold slaves, pointed at Yan Fengzhu, and opened her red lips slightly:

"Open her anklets."

Her voice was so calm that it could even be said that there was no emotion at all.

But for some unknown reason, the trader who sold slaves suddenly had an unpleasant feeling, as if a little reptile had met a giant aloof.

If he didn't do it obediently, the giant could just stretch his toes and crush him to smithereens in an instant.

He didn't dare to hesitate at all, tremblingly took out the key from his waist, and opened the iron chain that tied Yan Fengzhu's bare feet.

After being freed, Yan Fengzhu didn't stand up quickly, but was startled by the sudden approach of the slave trader.

She was sitting on the ground, waving her hands in the air, screaming like a frightened rabbit, trying to curl up and backing desperately to hide in the corner.

Seeing this, Taoyao's eyes were filled with incomprehensibility. She lowered her head and stared at Yan Fengzhu's eyes earnestly, and said slowly, word by word:

"You must still remember me, right? Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

As she spoke, she took out a small clay figurine from her sleeve and handed it to Yan Fengzhu.

This little clay figurine's facial features were vague and rough, but Yan Fengzhu was slightly startled.

Yan Fengzhu stopped shouting and dancing, staring blankly at the little clay figurine in Taoyao's hands, her blurred eyes gradually focused.

Taoyao handed the clay figurine forward again, Yan Fengzhu shuddered and shrank back. After a while, she snatched the clay figurine and held it in her arms, licked her dry lips, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"hungry……"

Seeing that she gradually calmed down, Taoyao took the lead in turning around and walking towards the carriage:
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Just as her voice fell, the two maids who were waiting not far away walked over quickly, and Yan Fengzhu, who was supporting the ground, was about to leave.

"You can't take her away!"

The trader who sold slaves widened his eyes and blocked in front of several people, "She...she is my slave, and I can't give it to others in vain!"

(End of this chapter)