Host, You're Targeted

The person in charge of the slave market came. He saw that it was the child. Without saying a word, he compared the price to Yanhuai.

Yan Huai raised his hand and ordered it. TingYang took out his purse and gave it to the man.

The man took the silver deposit, he laughed twice, took the money in, and took out a contract to sell himself and gave it to Yan Huai.

"This young man, this is the deed of sale of the boy. Please, from now on, this boy has nothing to do with us."

The person in charge had silver in his pocket, and his voice became flattering.

Yan Huai glanced at him, and the deed of sale in his hand suddenly caught fire.

The man "ouch," quickly threw away the deed of sale, retracted his hand, and kept blowing at the hand that had not been burned.

The blue and white fox fire soon swallowed up the paper, and there was no ash left after burning.

"Open the door." Yan Huai road.

As soon as the man saw the fox fire, he knew that he was a big man in front of him.

He wiped his hands on his clothes, took out the key from his clothes and opened the big lock on the cage.

"Come out, boy." The man opened the door and called to the child who was still curled up in the cage, "you have been bought home by this young man. Come out quickly!"

The child in the corner looked at the man, and then looked at Yan Huai.

He sat up slowly from the cage after a long time of dark, jewel like eyes.

The person in charge looked at his wheezing and hawing, and then cried out to him in a loud voice: "come out quickly!"

The child who just sat up seemed to be frightened by him, covering his ears in a panic and hiding behind in fear.

"Don't shout." Yan Huai frown, "here do not have your affair."

That man is also a man of taste.

Since all the money has been received, the young master dislikes him, so he can go.

"Please, young master. I won't take care of you. You can help yourself."

With that, the man covered his chest with silver and ran back to the market where there were many people.

"Well, you like this one, don't you..." The voice of the greeting was getting farther and farther away, and I couldn't hear it clearly in the noise.

Yanhuai stood outside the cage and looked at the children inside for a while, then slowly squatted down and looked at the children inside through the open door.

The child in the corner held his tail and looked at him nervously.

"Come out." Yan Huai held out his hand and said, "do you have a name?"

The child stares at Yan Huai for a long time, until Yan Huai's hands are sour, he slowly moves from the end of the cage to this side.

There was a layer of straw under the cage, and there was a rustle in the straw as the child moved.

He was like a frightened cat. Whenever the straw made a sound, he stopped to look at the straw, for fear that something strange would appear in the straw.

TingYang stood by and looked at Yanhuai and held out his hand, wondering when his childe's patience became so good.

It was the first time he had seen his son so patient with a child.

You know, his childe is tired of chattering and nagging.

Is it a pity to see this child?

TingYang only dare to think, but dare not ask.

While he was thinking, the child finally moved from the cage to the door.

Then, TingYang saw his childe stretched his arm and took the man out of the cage.

"Wow --"

the child yelled, and in a hurry, he stretched out his claw and grabbed Yan Huai's hand.

Yan Huai's hand immediately appeared a blood seam.