"No more, no more, full." As if to prove herself, she had an unsightly hiccup, which embarrassed her to stand up and leave the tea shop.

She was poor enough to drink tea as a meal. She was also a unique one among women traveling back to ancient time.

Mengying Lin was very poor and could only wander in the night market at will. The Inn couldn't stay any more. If she could find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, she will be satisfied.

The town at night was very bustling because of the world-famous night market.

Although she has been in the world for three years, Mengying Lin has not yet visited the night market at night, so she was curious to see all kinds of goods on the roadside.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. The barbarian hybrids are as beautiful and powerful as cattle. There's only one in Nanyue State!"

Hundreds of people gathered in the open space in the distance. A temporary platform was built among the crowd. On the platform, rough young people raised their hands to sell.

"There are barbarians!" These pedestrians was hearing hawking, they all crowded in that direction.

Mengying Lin didn't know what was happening, but she was pushed forward by the crowd behind her. She was puzzled and grabbed a big sister beside her and asked, "Elder sister, do you know who is the barbarian?"

The elder sister stared at her. "You never know the barbarians. Is this your first visit to the border?"

"It's unheard. I came with my father and brother to gain insights. Please tell me." No one was foolish enough to say that she was alone by herself when she went out.

The road ahead was too blocked and the crowd moved very slowly. The elder sister could not squeeze in for a moment anyway, so she stopped and chatted with Mengying Lin.

"Barbarians were a special race living in the mysterious swamp between the Nanyue State and the BeiMing State, we have heard that the barbarians were born with divine powers and were all natural fighters, but because of their small number, they were unwilling to follow to the Nanyue State and the BeiMing State, so they have been living independently in the swamp."

After the elder sister's speech, they were finally pushed under the platform. In front of the platform, there was a six-or seven-year-old child in an iron cage. The child was dark and dark, with muddy hair and unclean dirt on his face, leaving only a pair of clear eyes looking at the people around him indifferently.

The child did not cry and did not make noise, but quietly hugged his knee in the corner. His eyes immediately attracted all the attention of Mengying Lin. That looked of indifference and hopelessness should not appear on a child.

Standing in front of the cage, a young rough man with a soft whip with a thorn in his hand swung the whip violently, and the whip fell on the cage, making a loud bang.

"Everyone come to see the big fellow, this is the little bastard of the barbarians. Seven years ago, a group of barbarian robbers stole pigs, sheep and cattle from our village and ruined the women in our village! At that time, the girls in our village were destroyed by the barbarians, who were the enemies of our village!

The rough young man held up his whip and was indignant when he spoke. "The barbarians were brutal and powerful. Many girls who were spoiled were killed alive. The surviving girls could not accept the reality. They were also dead and mad!" My sister, who was also the victim, had been mad people for six years before she was waking up, and she jumped into the river to kill herself as soon as she was awake!

At this point, the young man of rough cloth has a strong hatred in his eyes and fell on the cage again with a whip raised. But this time, it seemed to vent his anger. He whip intentionally wend to the direction of the cage child. Although the cage was blocked, the child's arm was immediately beaten flesh and skin.

The child seemed to have been accustomed to such whipping, and he did not cry but could not help but shrank back into the corner.

"Now, my sister was dead, leaving behind such a barbarian's evil seed! Despite the fact that this little bastard was only six years old, he was as powerful as a bull. Even if he did the dirty work at home, he could fight hard and beat him once a day. He won't die. If your boss bought him back, he could let you vent. I promise he won't dare to annoy you with a word. If any boss is interested, it's OK to come up and experience him now."

When the young man of rough cloth spoke down, many people's emotions under the stage had been infected by him. When they looked at the child in the cage, they had some disdain. In their eyes, it was no longer a child, but a kind of evil left by the barbarians after burning, killing and looting.

Mengying Lin was the only one who's face gradually pale, a child from birth was disliked and despised by his relatives, and even suffered various abuses from his relatives. His life was tempering and suffering from the very beginning.

But how innocent he was?

He was the product of his mother's insult, his mother was pitiful, and he became the hate of everyone!

"I give one hundred Yuan currencies! I want this kind of evil!" Among the crowd, the first one was a middle-aged man who was big and fat and full of flesh. He was shouting and moving his wrist. "Shift, they dare to rob our villages in Nanyue State, they dare to play with our women Nanyue State, and see if I buy back the kind of evil and then kill the barbarians!"

"I give one hundred and fifty Yuan currencies! Buy a kid and go back to play for our people in Nanyue State! "

"I'll pay two hundred Yuan currencies!"

One after another, the price cry made the crowd boil up. Perhaps it was the words of the rough youth that played a role. A business was crowned with the color of Family Justice by him, so the price immediately doubled several times.

With a whip in his hand, the rough-cloth youth could not stop laughing and whipping at the child in the corner of the cage. "Yes, this evil seed should be used to vent our anger!"

Until then, the child in the corner seemed to have no soul, blood on his body, but did not say a word, and even his eyes were wide open from beginning to end, as if he wanted to see all this.

"I give five hundred Yuan currencies!" The last bidder was a half-century-old man, he was bony, walking forward with the help of two followers. He approached the cage and looked at the child's face carefully. "It's really beautiful. It's good. It's good."

Mengying Lin couldn't help thinking that the old man looked very elegant, and seemed different from those who started bidding. If the child was bought by him, would he not suffer from the inhuman abuse?

"Well, isn't this Yuanwai Wang in town?" The elder sister next to her suddenly opened her mouth in surprise, and when she spoke, she spit with discontent. "He stepped into the coffin with one foot, and they were disrespectful of being old. There were not eighty but seventy children who had been killed by him."

Playing with children?

When Mengying Lin looked at the old man again, he found that his eyes were clearly with the desire of red fruits. Where was there a half-distracted kindness?