Indestructible Primordial Spirit

Put away, Ziyuyu brand, Lu Feng looked slightly: "You are the person in charge of this booth?"

"Yes, the villain Guan Yiren, I've met the young master!" Guan Yiren sneered, "Where did the minions hit you?"

Although he didn't understand why Lu and Qi abandon suddenly became mad, but Lu Feng also naturally chose to maintain it. Now he looks forward to Lu and does not abandon: "It didn't hit me, it hit my friend."

At this time, Lu did not give up, he didn't even care about what happened around him. He picked up the comatose woman with hair and walked to the boy who had been beaten in the hands by a thug like a chicken. Drive him! "

The beater glanced at Lu Lubu, and in the corner of his eye, he saw the other companion whose life and death was unknown. Without hesitation, he let the little boy down.

"Be optimistic about your mother!" Put the unconscious woman next to the little boy, Lu Buqi slowly stood up, looked around, with a bit of sorrow in his eyes.

Guan Yiren is also an understanding person, and he ran behind Lu Bufei: "This man, I don't know if there is anything I can do for you ... do you know these two women?"

Lu didn't give up and didn't bother to say more to this kind of person. At the moment, he just said coldly, "How much are they, my mother, I bought it!"

"This ... It's just that this woman already has a buyer. This is the rule ..." Guan Yiren hesitated pretentiously, but his eyes were on Lu Feng.

Looking at the buyer who was smashed, Lu Feng slipped his lips and said, "Give him back the money for the double and sell the two to my friend."

"That's OK!" Guan Yiren nodded again and again: "Young Master spoke, I don't think anyone would say that I broke the rules. As long as the sale is over, the two women will give it to Young Master and this friend."

"Bargain!" Lu did not give up but stared at Guan Yiren coldly. He was not a person who would accept every kind of affection.

Guan Yiren felt a little embarrassed, with a cold **** sticking to his hot face, even a real villain would be uncomfortable, not to mention that he made this sale for the sake of life, and now looked at Lu Feng somewhat bitterly.

"He asked you to bargain, you just bargained. In addition to the woman's double price, your medical expenses are also counted. I don't want to hear someone say that my Lu family is bullying!" Lu Feng said calmly, big The lord's demeanor was revealed.

Guan Yiren's mind was slightly loose, and he thought about it a little bit: "Even the medical expenses, just a little injury, just wipe the horse's urine. This woman originally bought the buyer for $ 220,000. Double copies ... is $ 440,000. Little boys of this age are generally $ 120,000 on the market, and the total is $ 560,000 ... just a fraction ... "

"Never leave, give money!" Lu did not give up or wipe his part, and in a cold voice, cut off the iron cables under the boy's feet with a fish bow sword, and then met the boy's bright eyes: "You are willing to take you Will she go with me? "

"I'm willing!" The little boy curled up and knelt down, and he gave Lu Buqi three beating heads, his stubborn little face carrying two crystal tears.

"Get up then, carry your mother on your back!" Lu Buqi sighed and walked straight down the wooden platform.

Long did not leave here and gave the check to Guan Yiren, and saw that the little boy was clenching his teeth and holding up his fainting mother, but he was only a seven-year-old boy, and he was probably not full. How much strength, it took a long time to lift his mother's upper body.

Long did not leave and did not regret walking at the same time, to help the leader, but Lu Buqi's voice sounded: "Don't help him, others' alms can only be temporary. I want him to remember in his life that he is using himself Ability to take his mother out of the slave market. "

People like Lu Feng and Lu Puxin undoubtedly glanced at Lu and gave up. Changing them, even if they could send mercy to save the mother and daughter, it would never be possible at this time to go for a little slave. Think about the future.

The dragon did not leave and regretted looking at each other, and did not reach out again, but did not regret but crouched down and looked at the little boy softly: "Come on, you just have to take your mother out of this slave market, and your mother and son will live very well in the future. Good day, come on! "

"Thank you ..." The little boy's voice was a little hoarse, but he lowered his body, got under the mother's body, and then exerted strength on all four limbs, bracing his mother's body desperately, crawling down the stage little by little. go with.

This slave stall is the nearest stall at the west gate of the slave market. It is not too far from the high platform to go out, and it will not be more than fifty meters. But for a seven- or eight-year-old boy with a weak physique, it is undoubtedly a difficult journey to climb this distance with his mother weighing about a hundred pounds.

The man who originally surrounded the slave trader's platform was inaccessible. When the little boy managed to take his mother off the slave trader's platform, he voluntarily opened a path leading directly to Ximen.

The two daughters always gave him encouragement beside him, followed by five people, such as Landing Wind, who whispered and seemed to be discussing something.

But Lu Buqi stood at the door of Ximen, and the setting sun shone on his tall and erect body, as cold as pine. Because of the light, the little boy couldn't look away lightly, but he knew that the person who appeared before him like the savior must be watching him.

The tiny arms were trembling, and the fragile knees were dripping with blood, but the little boy clenched his mouth and raised his head, like an unyielding young wolf, approaching Lu Futian step by step.

"Come on, come on ..." Maybe it was the regretful cheering sound that infected the people around, or it was this scene that awakened the primitive primitive nature of human beings lurking deep in the heart of indifference, and more and more people began to give The little boy cheered up.

When fifteen meters away from Lu Buqi, the little boy trembled, but fell to the ground completely, his fainting mother pressed heavily on him, almost burying him all Already. Obviously, his physical strength can no longer be sustained ...

"Get up!" Lu Fuqi's anger was like a thunderbolt. "Even if you are exhausted, you have to die outside. Don't be afraid of others to look down on, but you won't be upset, get me up!"

She regretted tears on her face, she really wanted to help this little boy, but she could n’t rebel against Lu ’s decision, not to mention, she also understood to some extent that Lu Buqi was also for the little boy it is good.

"Quack ..." From the body of the comatose woman, there were a few crunching sounds, and the little boy was working hard. But his heavy body was undoubtedly the five-finger mountain pressed on Sun Wukong.

"Don't give up on your brother, I'm afraid this little guy really did his best ..." Lu Puxin couldn't bear it. "If this is a test, it will be almost ..."

Lu did not give up, but stared closely at the pair of hands that stretched out, grabbed the small hands on the ground, and still said coldly: "If you can even give up yourself and your mother ... then what do I want you to do?"

"Your flesh has no strength, so use your meridians, your bones, and even your blood." Lu Buqie's voice seemed so deafening at the gradually quiet west exit of the slave market: "For the freedom in your heart Can't the potential in your body erupt? "

"Ah ..." The little boy was roaring, and he was making his dying struggle to fate, just as Lu Buqi said. He instinctively drove him to take a weak body and use meridians, bones, and blood. ... the power of everything.

With his head on the ground and his elbows on the ground, the little boy lifted his mother up again in a motion.

The distance of fifteen meters seemed to be insignificant after the little boy had fully exploded his potential. With his elbows and his head, he crawled faster than his limbs.

When his hands completely touched Lu Fuzai's shoes, he tried to lift his head from his mother's armpit, his face covered with blood, but those eyes flashed this firm light: "Master ..."

Without the text, this time, the little boy passed out completely, but Lu Buqi laughed a long time: "Okay, I'll take you home!"

Picking up the woman with one hair in one hand, then lifting the little boy with one hand, Lu turned around and laughed away.

At this moment, countless slaves on the stage looked at Ximen with envy, looking at the fading figure, as if they saw the **** of faith in their hearts, that piety.