Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

Hua Canling naturally found the slave owner's mind with sharp eyes and slowly said, "in fact, you and I all know that no matter how unbearable slaves can only sell so few stars. If brother is not sincere in doing business, I'll take people away."

Selling people is not the only way to sell them to slave concentration camps. Many people can sell them by shouting directly in the street and changing hands.

However, if you can sell people, you may also be robbed by others.

Pay equal attention to profit and risk.

As soon as he saw that the fat had slipped away, the slave owner's small eyes turned. Where would he let go?

He immediately winked at his assistant.

The assistant immediately stopped Hua Canling and said, "why hurry? In fact, we don't have so many interstellar points in our hands. We just ran out of them. The price can't be increased any more. Why don't we take our little brother around the slave camp to see if there are any suitable slaves and let you take one for free?"

That's what Hua Canling is waiting for.

How could slave owners spend all their money?

It's just a word.

She turned her eyes back to the slave owner.

The slave owner raised his chin and snorted. He was very arrogant and tacitly accepted it.

"OK, I'll follow you first. If it doesn't suit my heart, I'll take this beauty with me."

Hua Canling was also very hard hearted, and his expression was a little reluctant.

The slave owner looked at her with pain, carried Suo Nila on his shoulder, and then looked back at them easily.

"Little brother, you can leave the beauty here without carrying it around. How inconvenient?"

The assistant added.

Hua Canling shook his head and said, "it's all right, I'm all right."

Of course, it's all right, but all spirit hunters, even the first born spirit hunters, are not as powerful as ordinary starmen.

Carrying two or three hundred kilograms of things is like carrying one or two kilograms of fruit and playing.

The slave owner's mouth was crooked.

ok

People love to carry it.

The assistant shrugged his shoulders to show helplessness.

Hua Canling pretended to be on guard against them and said, "can't you go? I'll leave if you don't go."

Then he made a gesture and left.

The assistant quickly grabbed her and said, "Hey, little brother, what's your hurry? Come here, come here."

Hua Canling kept up.

The slave owner looked at the figure they left and bah on the ground: "smelly little white face, very defensive."

If Hua Canling had just left Suo Nila here just to be happy, he could hide people and buy them by force.

But the little white face was so refined that he didn't expect to be overjoyed by his conditions when he sold slaves for the first time. He had a premonition that he would lose money.

Hua Canling didn't think so much. He just wanted to protect the woman, but he couldn't really sell it, so he took it with him all the time.

Since it is a concentration camp or a slave concentration camp, the environment is certainly not much better. Many people crowded in a small room and looked at them with hate and defensive eyes when they saw someone coming.

In particular, after seeing a beautiful "comatose" woman on Hua Canling's shoulder, I felt more hatred.

They were the favourites of heaven. In this way, they were dazed or kidnapped and sold here to live a life inferior to that of pigs and dogs.