"Didn't you say that the fifth prince is entering the city today? He is half of the Ice Tribe, so he is ostracized among the princes and has been ridiculed by others. It is extremely embarrassing to see such a thing."
"Is it possible that this is his nemesis, and he deliberately did this to give him a blow? This fifth prince is pitiful enough. He has never been favored. He finally returned to the capital, but he encountered this kind of thing before he entered the city."
Luo Xing'er looked at the Ice Tribe people who were trampled on the high platform. They were in so much pain and humiliation, but they could only grit their teeth and endure everything, as humble as ants being trampled under their feet.
Many slaves were still children, with dirty and thin little faces full of fear. They were beaten with blood by those ruthless whips, but because their hands and feet were tied, they had no power to resist at all and could only scream in agony.
The voice was shrill and sad.
But the big man covered in flesh seemed to be enjoying their screams, laughing loudly. He used the whip harder and harder. Every time he whipped it, a stream of blood flew out across the air and sprinkled on the ground, thick and bloody.
The smell can be smelled even from far away.
Luo Xing'er's eyes gradually turned cold, her fingers twitched spasmodically, and the anger in her heart could not be suppressed.
Although I understand that this is not my business, this place is not the South Country, and I am not allowed to mess around.
But the deep-seated hatred and pity for those poor Ice Tribe people in her heart made it difficult for her to control herself and couldn't just watch them suffer like this.
The muscular man grabbed a frightened little boy whose clothes were in tatters and his body was covered with blood-red whip marks, and threw him at the front, grinning ferociously and shouting loudly:
"Ice Tribe slave auction, is there anyone who bids? This little boy is quite good looking, with thin skin and tender flesh. It would be a good idea to buy him back and be a prostitute. The Ice Tribe people have snow-white skin. If you throw him back here, you will be whipped like this.
A whipping will ensure your ecstasy. One hundred gold coins each."
The people in the audience felt that they couldn't bear to see it, but it was not worth paying one thousand taels for a child who was almost beaten to a disability.
After all, ordinary slaves only cost a few dozen silver coins, but now they were worth a hundred gold coins. They clearly didn't really want to auction them off. No matter how pitiful they were, they couldn't afford such a price.
Seeing that no one responded, the big man suddenly raised his eyebrows, became furious, and swung his whip at the bloody little boy.
"You're a useless piece of shit that can't even be sold for any money. What's the use of keeping you? You're worse than a dog. Go and die."
The whip curled mercilessly towards the little boy's neck, intending to tear off his head with one whip.
Such a cruel method made the people in the audience suddenly scream in shock, with faces filled with horror.
The scene was stained with blood.
When the tail end of the whip was roughly thrown at the little boy, it was held tightly by a white jade hand. The strong strength of the big man was actually blocked, and the whip could not move.
The people in the audience held their breath, and saw a girl in red falling silently on the stage, her eyes like cold knives shooting at the big man.
"Who are you? If you meddle in other people's business, you are seeking death." The big man's face darkened. He knew that the person who came was not good at all, and immediately threatened him fiercely.
"The person who took your dog's life."
A cold light flashed in Luo Xing'er's eyes, and with a pull of her wrist, the whip that was tightly held by the big man came out.
He was taken aback and didn't react.
Luo Xing'er had already held the whip with her backhand, and with a deft twist of her wrist, the whip was reversed.