"Yes, it seems that we Tang people don't kill enough people!" Li Su also threw out such a sentence in a sly manner.

Li Yuanba shook his head and said, "The murderous aura on your two little guys is too heavy, give me a stop." ”

Speaking of this, Li Yuanba looked at the Japanese slave trader and said, "Are you sure that among the Japanese slaves, only your slave has the lowest price?" ”

"Hmph, what's the point of asking that question? If you don't want to buy it, you're gone, and some people want to buy it! "This widow is still the same posture of the eldest and his second, and his mouth is very hard.

Hearing the other party's shameless words, even if it was Li Yuanba's good temper, he couldn't bear it this time, and wanted to smash his stall directly, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the guards.

"Lord Wang, don't be impulsive yet!" The guard turned his head to look at the slaves who were tall but not strong, and said:

"Although the quality of the slaves sold by this slave owner is not very good, there are many of them. As the saying goes, a good man can't stand a lot of people, there are so many of them, if we really want to do something with them, I'm afraid we will suffer......"

Li Yuanba couldn't bear this bad breath, and it was only right that he directly picked up the pole and set up a stall for him, he snorted and said: "The fart heroes can't stand the crowd, even if those slaves do it?" More than 200 people are not enough! ”

"Hehe, this is a human market, and behind us is the Fujiwara family, I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts!" The slave trader seemed to see Li Yuanba's anger, but he still sneered with a gloating expression.

"The Fujiwara family? At present, the entire Wa Kingdom has been captured by our Tang Dynasty and renamed the Pingwu Duhufu. A mere Fujiwara family would dare to show off their might here? I'm going to smash your stall! ”

Zhao Sanpao was even more popular than Li Yuanjia, and without waiting for Li Yuanba to speak, he took two steps forward and tore off the black robe on the slave trader.

The black robe was lifted off, and what appeared in front of everyone was a short stature. Trivial little old man. It can be seen that this guy has the temperament of a little devil in the Japanese country.

"What, do you want to play?" The little old man of the Japanese tribe is very arrogant.

"Smack!"

The five big mouths on the front and back slapped this guy in the face unceremoniously. Seeing this guy's cheeks bulge like a balloon, it soon became two big red heads.

"You guy's mouth stinks, teach you a lesson!" Zhao Sanpao sneered twice and said, "For us Tang people, you slaves who have died in the country should be a head lower to us, and now you still have the courage to show off your might in front of us!" The Fujiwara family, hehe. What a majesty! ”

"You, you ......"

The old man of the Japanese tribe even turned his neck red, and he kicked two little short legs to get rid of Zhao Sanpao's palm, but who is Zhao Sanpao? How could a little old man be his opponent.

"What's wrong with us? Didn't you beat you hard enough? Li Yuanba sneered and said, "Throw this guy into the slave herd!"

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Sanpao faithfully carried out the order of Li Yuanba, and ruthlessly threw the little old man into the slave group.

The slaves were so frightened that they didn't even understand the situation, and their masters were thrown over.

"You guys, what are you doing here. Why don't you give it to me? If I make any bad things here, I will definitely report it to the slave department, and say that you intend to devour the master! ”

This old man is really ruthless, although there are many protective laws against slaves. But there is only one more fatal one, and that is the slave devouring the master. Once the evidence is conclusive, none of these current slaves will want to live!

"Kill. Kill them! ”

"We don't want to die yet!"

The old man's words were obviously a powerful deterrent, and the slaves were so frightened that their whole bodies began to tremble.

You know, the potential that this person can burst out before he is on the verge of death is unprecedented. So even though the slaves were scared, they went crazy.

They tore at each other at the ropes that bound them, and then rushed out of the fence around them like crazy, and the mad demon looked like he was going to kill Li Yuanba and them.

"Hmph, it's just some hungry and yellow-skinned slaves, and they still want to do it to us Tang people, it's really a death!"

Zhao Sanpao and Li Sanduo glanced at each other, and before those slaves rushed out of the fence, they rushed into the flock like two fierce tigers.

One hand crossed the fence, and then almost punched a slave of the Japanese Kingdom, although those Japanese slaves became crazy because of the threat of their lives, but none of them were the enemies of Zhao Sanpao and the two.

In a short tea time, more than 200 male slaves, all of whom lay on the ground with a mournful wail, looked really miserable with blue noses and swollen faces.

Looking for that old man again?

The guy was curled up in a corner, his skinny body swinging as if he had tetanus.

"What about your arrogance?" Li Yuanba looked coldly at the little old man who was dragged out of the corner by Zhao Sanpao, and said, "What else is the Fujiwara family?" It's really a bully, isn't it? ”

"Several, a few masters, the small one is named Fujiwara Qianpai, but he is a slave agent, and the price of these slaves is set by the Fujiwara family, the small, the small one is just acting on orders!"

Or they all say that they are cheap and servile.

Just after listening to Li Yuanba's words, this little old man named Fujiwara Qianpai immediately changed his face, and his flattering energy was like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"You guys, what are you doing?"

"Damn, do you know they're from my Fujiwara family?"

At this moment, the voices of Li Yuanba and the two people who had lost the slave orders appeared.

Everyone followed the sound and looked, but saw that the two people were holding large bags and small bags, and there were several other black-robed people behind them, it seemed that they should be in a group.

"Steward, is it the Steward?"

Fujiwara Chipai's eyes lit up when he heard this voice, and his swollen face seemed to have changed his youth in an instant, and he almost crawled to the legs of the two widows in tears, but that guy was desperately hugging people's thighs and crying:

"Lord Steward, you can be regarded as coming, if you don't come again, I'm afraid our slave trade business will never be done again......"

"Qianpai, you get up and speak! In front of the public, what does it look like to cry like this? The man who was called the head of Fujiwara Chipa frowned and said. (To be continued.) )