Host, You're Targeted

The slave market is at the end of the fair.

As long as you cross the busy street, you will arrive at the slave market with iron cages on both sides of the street.

People of different ages, of different sizes, of different genders are trapped in iron cages, being selected like commodities.

Yan Huai went through the noisy market, which just opened.

"Come on, let's make way. Let's make way."

The officers and soldiers in their uniforms formed a circle around the periphery and watched the market leaders pull out big iron cages one after another and put them on both sides of the street.

It was deep winter, and the weather was cold, and the people waiting to buy slaves were wearing thick winter clothes.

It is impossible for slaves in iron cages to wear thick clothes.

As long as you are full of food and clothing, you will have a further desire.

In order to make them aware of their own status and prevent them from having further desire, the person in charge will not give them thick winter clothes to wear.

People who came to buy slaves were also uneven, some for labor and some for hidden secrets.

Yanhuai and TingYang stood at the front, waiting for the slave market to open.

The four sides of the cage were empty and could not block the wind at all.

The people sitting in the iron cages were blue and blue, and they looked pitiful and embarrassed.

Yan Huai's eyes lingered among them. Suddenly, he saw a figure curled up in a cage.

The speed of carrying the cage was so fast that the child flashed by, and he didn't know where to put it.

After a while, the market opened, and people who wanted to buy poured in.

Yan Huai walked in the front, TingYang behind him to protect him, do not let him be squeezed down by others.

At the top of the list are older men or women who seem to be able to do drudgery.

Yanhuai walked forward without squinting, trying to find the figure he had just seen.

TingYang knows that Yan Huai may have seen the candidate he wants, so he has been protecting him without looking around.

Go all the way to the end of the cage, Yan Huai just saw the figure in the cage.

This is a child who has not yet completely transformed into a human, with a fluffy tail behind him.

But he was dressed in shabby clothes, which should have been snow white, and his tail was dirty.

He was curled up in a corner of the cage, his slender hands tugging at his tattered cuffs, curled up against his head to block his face.

Maybe he felt that Yan Huai was looking at him. His hands blocking his face moved down slowly and moved for a moment, revealing a pair of dark and round eyes.

Yan Huai stood in front of him in a red cloak, his hands dangling from his side could not help but tremble.

This is a pair of eyes that can hide in the dark.

Shrinking in a corner of the cage, the child and Yan Huai looked at each other for a moment. Suddenly, they turned their faces, grabbed their tails and pinched them in the palm of their hands, blocking their faces again.

But his open ears were red.

I guess I've never been seen like this before. I'm shy.

It's just a little kid who hasn't completely shed the look of a fox.

Yanhuai gave TingYang a look, TingYang will mean, turn to find the person in charge of the slave market.

Not long after TingYang left, the children in the cage heard that there was no movement outside, so they secretly looked out from the gap between their fingers.

However, he saw Yan Huai still standing there.

"Don't hide." Yan Huai looked at him through the iron cage, "from today on, you will follow me."