Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1082 Encountered Kidnapping
"Sell her, maybe it's worth some money, and no one will know that we did it without anyone noticing." Someone re-proposed.

I was in a cold sweat hearing this, can't these idiots come up with better suggestions?At this time, the person who interrupted others had a new idea, and it seemed to be the leader among them: "Why are you so brainless? Selling will cost a lot of money. As far as I know, she is worth a lot in one place!" "

"Yeah, I've heard that too. There's news from Tibet that Galdan plans to buy Mulan for a sky-high price. Shall we sell her there for a good price?"

"That place is too far away. It will take years of the monkey to go there. I heard that there are bandits on the way to Tibet. If something goes wrong, we will die and come back."

"Brothers, Mulan is a piece of fat, we can't waste it!"

After a while, footsteps came towards this side, and the sound of pushing the door sounded. They walked in, deliberately lowered their voices and whispered: "Why hasn't she woke up yet? Monkey, did you knock her to death? Dead But it’s worthless, and you might even have to file a lawsuit.”

"No way, I didn't use much effort. Let me see!" Seeing someone move the bag, I pretended to be unconscious and remained motionless. Soon the bag was opened, and someone slapped my face.I'm so angry in my heart, can't I test my breath to test whether someone is dead or not?He even slapped my face with a dark force, and I gritted my teeth to endure the pain, wishing I could jump up and slap him back.

The person who hit me said suspiciously, "Brother, she seems to be really dead!"

Someone stepped forward to push the man away, tested my breath with his fingers, then pressed my neck artery for a while, and sneered in relief: "Smelly girl, it doesn't work to pretend to be dead, our brothers have suffered a lot from you, and today we are here!" In our hands, you are unlucky!"

Seeing that pretending to be dead doesn’t work, I simply opened my eyes and glanced at everyone one by one. It was indeed the few I sent to the prison before. Their reaction to seeing me not crying or screaming at this time was beyond their expectations. One looked at me in surprise, and finally I met the oldest of them, the one who was squatting in front of me.

My wrists were firmly tied with a rope behind my back. I tried to move, but I couldn't move at all. They guarded me so tightly.

When I was angry, I actually laughed, "You guys are so serious, are these big men afraid of me being a woman? Are you still tied so tightly?"

(End of this chapter)