Chapter 120 The Wind and Chill of the Northern Kingdom VI
Oh my god, it’s really a thick and long silver chain, especially the pendant below, the one held in Crescent Moon’s arms. It’s glowing. Couldn’t it be a gem?
God, how many slaves can I buy with this chain, slaves like them?
With this chain, she can redeem herself hundreds of times.
God, she doesn't have to be a slave anymore.
She won't be yelled at or yelled at anymore.
She won't worry about others killing her at any time.
Oh my god?
Kuju sat there, cried, and laughed again.
She held the chain over her heart like a treasure,
It wasn't until the madness passed that she understood one thing.
Unfortunately, this chain is not hers.
She then thought of Penghao and her eldest son, how good they were to her. The three of them made a pact with heaven and became sisters with different surnames. How could she do this?
However, thinking about it again, Kuji gritted his teeth and looked ahead,
"sorry."
She hung the chain around her neck, got up and ran in the opposite direction instead of walking up.
"Bitter orange?"
Basil sat under the tree and looked at it hundreds of times, but the bitter orange still didn't come back.
Penghao's stomach was getting more and more painful. She really didn't know if she could still hold on to that place in the mountains. If the child really couldn't be saved, then she, it seemed that tonight, oh my god, what should I do? What?
What to do?
Basil sat under the tree. Her heart was colder than the wind and snow outside.
After a while, the sound of people, horses, and basil were heard in the mist of snow, and only countless heads were seen shaking. Where is the little eldest son? Where is Bitter Orange?
She couldn't even see anymore, she just felt a stomachache...
"Bitter orange, little eldest son?"
Penghao called Kujie in panic. She didn't know what was happening ahead, and she didn't even understand why Kujie, who had always been quiet and steady, hadn't come back yet.
Just when Penghao didn't know what to do, the slaves in front also started to get into trouble. Some slaves ran, and more slaves shouted. There were slaves running back, and several people knocked down Penghao. Penghao couldn't help but feel pain.
She screamed. Her stomach hurt. Oh my god. Her stomach hurt like crazy.
"Ah, ah, help!"
The slaves cried loudly.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
A group of cavalry came around. They were wearing short clothes and fox fur hats, with arrows stuck in their backs. They were all strong and fierce on horseback. At first glance, they knew they were cavalry from the northern nomads.
"Mom, run, run quickly, the dog soldiers are coming."
A slave trader in front screamed at the top of his lungs. He was really afraid of what would come. This was the border between Yan State and Quanrong. Quanrong and Lin Hu had always relied on their nimbleness to move around quickly. Here,
The grassland is full of ghosts and ghosts. However, they have always been interested in the caravans of the Southern Dynasties. They generally have no interest in hunting such slave transport teams. They came here for some reason today. It seems that it is snowing.
Because there is no prey, they are just kidding.
Boom, a cold light flashed by, and the head of a slave trader who couldn't dodge fell to the snow.
The slave traders didn't care about the slaves anymore. They cried for father and mother one by one, wishing that their parents would give them two more legs. Let's see who runs away faster. I just pity those slaves. They have iron chains on their legs.
They couldn't run. What's more, they were still a team of ten people carrying a long wooden shackle. They were crying and shouting, and everyone collided with each other, and more people's legs and arms fell to the snow.
On the white snow, there are dots and patches of bright red, like red plums blooming in winter. In such a cold winter with falling snow, there is a special kind of sadness.
Penghao looked at all this dumbly. She was dead, she was going to die, and her children, they were really dead this time.