Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 372 Deep Sea Pearl (5)

"Who are you? Why move my slave!"

The woman dressed in a foreign land saw that Song Ci directly tore off the thin chain linking the slave's collar, and jumped up.

Song Ci looked at her with mockery in her eyes, she took two steps forward and stopped in front of the woman.

The man in front of her, who looked like a teenager and a young man, walked towards her. Those amber eyes were obviously the most gentle, but they made people look cold. When he approached, it made people's scalp tingle, and Emilia backed away. took a step.

I was flustered in my heart, no matter how domineering on the surface, I lost a lot of momentum.

Song Ci's eyes stayed on her for a moment, then fell on her face, looked at her, and chuckled lightly: "You said he was your slave?"

Emilia thought of how her majestic noble wife could be frightened by this furry child, and laughed out loud when she said it.

"I paid, and he is mine!"

The people next to him were talking about it.

Some raised their hands and started pointing.

Song Ci looked around, anyway, she couldn't understand what those people were saying, no matter how much they said, it was useless.

But what she hates the most is when others point their fingers at herself.

Emilia pulled the slave trader who was standing aside.

The businessman is also good at reading people. When he saw Song Ci's clothes, high-grade silk, a cloud pattern inlaid with gold thread on the shoulder cuffs, a gemstone necklace around his neck, and a pearl jade buckle around his waist, he looked at it. It's worth a fortune.

It is estimated that some nobleman came out to play again.

"This slave was indeed bought by Mrs. Emilia just now."

"We have other slaves here, do you want to take a look?"

The young master, who looks magnificent with just this kind of attire, is the most foolish and the best at cheating.

The peddler looked amiable on the surface, staring at Song Ci like a lamb looking at Zai.

But he guessed wrong. Song Ci is really penniless and not a nobleman.

"If you really like this slave, you can discuss the price with Mrs. Emilia."

On the surface, he obeyed Emilia's approach to seek justice from him, but in fact, he wanted to find out how much the young master wanted to pay.

Song Ci couldn't help but sneered when he heard the moustache peddler, but he didn't show it on his face, pretending to be contemplative.

He glanced at the crowded crowd that surrounded this place.

Frowning: "No, there are too many people, I am afraid that the price I will call is too high later, what should I do if someone is too envious and faints?"

Emilia sneered, "There are so many demands, I'm afraid you don't have money."

Emilia said as she flicked her fingers, and five gold bills fell into her palm.

The emerald and diamond rings worn on five fingers are extravagant to the extreme.

The merchant's eyes were straightened, and he raised his hand to wipe his saliva.

Now he doesn't care if this son has so much money, he can raise the price.

The noble lady and the young master are confronting each other here. It is not a matter of slaves or not at all.

The bearded businessman drove away the crowd of onlookers, and they were the only ones on the field.

Emilia shook the small fan made of pure gold in her hand and sat on the carved gold silk sandalwood chair brought by the servant, propping her chin to see how much the man opposite could offer.

Emilia sneered.

She has never lost to anyone who is richer.

She is the second wife of the Brutus family, the number one nobleman in Seven Hills City.

"Boy, I think you look pretty good, don't go against me easily, you can't afford to offend the family behind me."

Emilia spoke harshly to Song Ci.

She wants to see what this little brat can do to win her.

Song Ci looked at the arrogant and leisurely woman beside her, and curled the corners of her lips.

Instead of looking at the woman, she turned to look at the slave.

His fingers were cold and white, landing on his neck.

A cold touch passed across his cheeks, and the man's eyes fell on the boy.

Seeing her wink at him, her fingers slowly slid down to his wrist.

Tsk tut twice.

"I said this beautiful lady, you have a good eye, and this slave is really good-looking."

Emilia likes to listen to other people's compliments the most, even though the man opposite is the one who wants to rob her of slaves.

"You can talk, I won't let you lose too badly later."

Her laughter rang through the air.

The businessman rubbed his hands, he couldn't wait.

"Excuse me, when will you..."

The bearded peddler wasn't done yet.

Song Ci pulled his hand, and his nails scratched the chain on his wrist, and the chain on the man's wrist fell to the ground.

The merchant's eyes stared and he reacted instantly.

Song Ci took the man's hand and ran out immediately, moving quickly.

Emilia was still sitting on a chair fanning the wind, but there was no one in front of her.

Knowing what was going on, she stood up from her chair and stomped her feet angrily.

Song Ci's speed was too fast, and there was no shadow in front of him.

Emilia gritted her teeth and pulled at the businessman next to her, "What's going on?!"

"Run, people ran away..."

The man with the moustache faltered.

"This is your responsibility! If you can't find anyone, you don't have to stay here anymore!"

The merchant was so frightened that his legs limp when he heard this, he immediately got up and chased after him.

"Ma'am, I'm going to get it back for you!"

Emilia threw him off, and immediately sent her men after him.

Song Ci pulled the man away from the group behind him temporarily.

The man was still panting. He didn't expect Song Ci's speed to be so fast, so fast that it didn't seem like the speed a human could have.

And this young man can break the specially made copper ring on his wrist just by using force, which is a bit unreasonable.

But he didn't mention it, so he pretended not to know.

"My name is Zhou Yingchen, thank you for helping me today."

"You're welcome, Song Ci."

Song Ci shook hands with him, and the corners of his lips twitched. Just as he was about to ask him where he was going, he heard the movement of a car.

"There! Chase!"

Song Ci frowned slightly when he saw the person chasing up in a car, and said in a low voice, "It's really difficult."

(End of this chapter)