Mu Xiaoran had a general understanding of the country of Dubai before coming here. She knew that there was still a private slave trade in this country. Could it be that she was sold?
Or if you meet a terrorist, you want to train yourself to be a human bomb?
Is this a rhythm that will definitely make Mu Xiaoran cry every minute?!
Mu Xiaoran shed a handful of bitter tears and turned her head to the man in white robe who had been standing beside her, "Uncle, this man wants to obey the law. I am a legal citizen of the People's Republic of China. It is against the law for you to arrest me!"
Now you have violated the law by restricting my personal freedom and confiscating my passport. I hope you can rein in the situation, and maybe I can forget about it."
Hearing Mu Xiaoran speak, the man in white robes guarding her side turned his head slightly, nodded, and then turned his head back again.
Seeing his reaction like this, Mu Xiaoran secretly speculated that he might not understand Chinese at all. His mind turned quickly, trying to recall all the Arabic knowledge he had learned before.
However, he was only half jealous. Now that he was in such a panic, he had forgotten everything that should be forgotten. Mu Xiaoran opened his mouth and said hello to the man in white robes in poor Arabic.
The man in white robe heard Mu Xiaoran greeting him, turned around and said something back to her, and then... nothing more...
Mu Xiaoran really wants to strangle himself to death and be done with it. This is better than being sold into a slave, suffering humiliation, humiliating the country, and having to die in a foreign country after a lifetime of hard work. It is also better than being trained as a human bomb.
It's better to harm others and bring shame to the motherland.
In addition to the men in white robes guarding Mu Xiaoran, there were also two Arab girls. They were dressed in dark blue traditional Arab women's clothes. Their hair and faces were tightly covered, but their big eyes exposed looked unique and charming.
Two people stood aside, one of them was dragging a gold teapot. The teapot was engraved with exquisite patterns. In the center of the pattern, the ruby inlaid on it was even more eye-catching. The other girl was dragging a gold teacup.
The pattern on the teacup is the same as the teapot, but the ruby inlaid on it is smaller.
They placed the teacup in front of Mu Xiaoran and carefully filled Mu Xiaoran's teacup with tea. Mu Xiaoran naturally didn't dare to drink it, and they didn't know if there was any aphrodisiac or rat poison in it. But the cup was really delicate.
Mu Xiaoran endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back any longer. He picked it up and watched it for a long time.
Even the cup is made of gold, how corrupt this is. Since I was a child, I have lived for more than 20 years. The first time I saw such a luxurious cup was when I was caught and sold into slavery or human flesh.
After the bomb.
When Mu Xiaoran was immersed in his tragic memories, the gorgeous door had been opened.
The person who came in just glanced at Mu Xiaoran casually and sat on the sofa next to her.
Several people in the room quickly saluted the man. The man nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at Mu Xiaoran again, and then communicated with the man in the room in Arabic.
When he looked at Mu Xiaoran for the second time, Mu Xiaoran could really see his appearance. His skin color was white, which is rare among Arabs, his facial features were deep, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed a different kind of charm.
His messy flaxen hair makes him look a bit cynical, and the luster of his amber eyes seems to make people crazy. But the only drawback is his white robe, which makes people look awkward.