The woman's words were cold to the bone. She seemed cold and cruel, but she was still very thin.
She did not regard these slaves as beasts or ignorant children, but stood on an equal footing and reached a deal.
After a long time, a boy came over. His clear and dark eyes stared at Qingge's face carefully. Like a European gentleman, he spread his palms on his chest and bent down gracefully, "I won't leave.
I am willing to use it for you."
Qing Ge laughed.
Next, more and more slaves responded, but no one wanted to leave.
Finally, Qingge looked at the girl again. The girl's eyes were complicated, as if she was hesitating and struggling. Finally, she defeated her inner demons, and walked towards Qingge with her slender body. She stood in front of Qingge, bending down neither humble nor overbearing.
"I do."
So what if I bet on this?
The smile on Qingge's face became more intense. She waved and saw Fuxi and Wuyou coming over carrying countless weapons. Under the red moon, the weapons exuded a faint light and showed a heroic spirit.
Ready to go, even a novice can see the value of weapons at a glance.
Such a precious weapon can fetch a high price at auction if you take it out, but now so many of them appeared at once.
Wuyou looked down at the weapon and touched his chin.
No wonder Qingge has been mysterious and mysterious these past few days. It turned out that he went to refine weapons secretly. Looking at the number of weapons, he was as smart and cunning as Wuyou, and he knew clearly that these weapons were refined for three hundred slaves.
At this moment, Wuyou saw Qingge's hands that were burned and turned bloody. He was filled with heartache. When he thought of Qingge's trembling for them, but they wanted to rebel and escape, he became angry.
Wuyou snorted.
Qingge squatted down in front of the weapon and waved to the girl. The girl paused, then walked over and stood in front of Qingge.
Qing Ge curled her lips and smiled, took out a small amount of medicinal powder from the space bag, and sprinkled it on the girl's forehead to stop the bleeding.
The girl shrank her neck, feeling a little awkward and uncomfortable with Qingge's touch.
"There are eighteen weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds. Which one do you like?" Qing Ge asked in a softer voice.
The girl looked at Qingge in surprise, pointed to her nose, and asked, "Are these for me?"
Qingge nodded, "Choose one you like."
The girl looked at Qingge anxiously, as if she couldn't believe it. Seeing that Qingge's eyes were as calm as water, with no extra emotions, the girl believed it, and at the same time she lowered her guard. She happily picked out a dark and heavy weapon among her weapons.
The knife has a sharp edge and is a bit difficult to hold.
She looked at Qingge and said tentatively: "I want this knife, is it okay?"
"sure."
Hearing the sound, the girl was in high spirits, smiling brightly, and the scarlet fierceness in her pupils dissipated into the wind.
There was a smile on Qingge's lips.
After all, he is a child, so he can be coaxed.
However, the girl's eyes are indeed very vicious, and she can find the best weapon among all the weapons at a glance. This knife has the highest degree of material fusion and is twice as heavy as an ordinary knife. If you practice hard, you can reach the level of a knife-man.
Only by reaching the state of one can the true style of the sword be brought out.
There was a look of appreciation in Qingge's eyes.
Women are always Xiaojiabiyu, and most of the weapons they choose are delicate swords, short knives, and long whips, but few choose broadswords.
The woman holding the knife has a unique vision, cares about the world, and is unwilling to be limited to ordinary situations.
After the weapons were distributed, there were still a dozen or so left.
Qingge refined a total of 308 weapons. Because of the riot, in order to scare the monkeys, four or five slaves who were at the forefront died.
Qing Ge distributed the remaining weapons to some demons. The last two weapons, a black snake whip, were placed in the hands of the saint, and a spear was handed to Emperor Jiujun.
Emperor Jiujun looked at the spear as clear as ink in his hand with a strange look in his eyes. He had never fought in front of Qingge. How did Ye Qingge know that he was good at using spears?
Emperor Jiujun subconsciously looked at Ji Yue, obviously thinking that it was Ji Yue who informed him. However, Ji Yue shrugged. He had never told Qingge about this matter.
Di Jiujun lowered his head and looked at his calloused hands, and couldn't help but smile.
This woman is too observant and subtle.
"Qingge, they all have high-quality weapons, why didn't they refine them for the two of us?" Wuyou looked at Qingge complainingly.
Qingge blinked. Wuyou's words seemed like complaints, but in fact they were telling the person who had taken the weapons that these weapons were not purchased at a high price, but were refined by her with great pains.
Sure enough, all the slaves looked at Qingge, and warmth quietly slipped through their cold hearts.
"Sister is really desperate for her life. She refined three hundred weapons in two days. She is really a lunatic." Fuxi said angrily, saying this to them on purpose.
At this moment, Ji Yue strode over, picked up Qingge's injured hand, looked at it with pity, and held it in her mouth. Suddenly, a numb and numb feeling of electricity spread from Qingge's fingers, filling her limbs and bones, Qingge thought
About to pull her hand back, Ji Yue looked at her coldly, "You don't want your hand anymore?"
Qingge stared at her hand in annoyance. Time was running out, and she actually forgot to heal the wound.
The slaves saw the wounds on the singer, and then looked at their own weapons. Their eyes were complicated, and the blood in their bodies seemed to have stopped flowing.
They are all homeless and lonely wild ghosts. Even though they are proud and stubborn in their bones, the word slave is like a mountain crushing them to pieces. The act of giving in secret like Qingge makes them feel even more warm.
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The girl holding the black knife knelt in front of Qingge. She raised her head, looked straight at Qingge with her beautiful eyes, and said: "From now on, I will follow you faithfully to the Sea of Fire and the Mountain of Swords. I will do whatever I need to do, and I will have no regrets in life or death!"
Suddenly, all the other slaves knelt down and said in unison: "I will live and die without regrets."
The clear voices of the boys and girls were like thunder, resounding through the sky.
Qing Ge helped the girl up and said sincerely: "I said, I need you, this is just an equal transaction."
"No, not equal."
The girl said: "There are thousands of slaves in the Demon Realm. You are not short of slaves, but we slaves are short of masters who respect us. You are not hypocritical and have a frank attitude. If you need us, just say a word, even if it means death
, we don’t regret it either.”
At least, no one has ever treated them so sincerely.
They are trafficked commodities, with no dignity, only humiliation. In the slavery, their pure and kind hearts are cast into shadows, which contain rebellion against this dirty world.
Qingge saw the changes in the girl and the slaves, and subtle changes occurred in their hearts.