Chapter 568: Whip the trafficker

Chapter 568 Whip Traffickers
"Go to the meal." Murong Xue answered casually, and walked forward quickly...
The snow has risen a lot, and the next one is deep. The pedestrians in the town have all returned home. The streets are empty, and there are no half-personal shadows. The shops on both sides of the street are almost closed. Murong Xue has come all the way. I saw a restaurant and restaurant open.
After the cold wind blew, Murong Xue could not help but tighten the cloak on his body, and there was a hunger in the belly. She frowned slightly: the restaurant in the town was not open, she took the silver and could not find the meal. The place……
A man came over and came over. He was wrapped in a dark blue cotton coat. After shaking over Murong Xue, his eyes flashed and he ran back and smiled at Murong Xue. Ice and snow, why didn’t the girl go home and wander outside?

Murong Xueyi glanced at the man. He saw that he was about thirty or forty years old. He had a big eyebrow and a big eye. He looked at Zhou Zheng, and he stayed on the chin. He added a bit of praise: "I am not a person in the town, I am passing by here. Prepare to find a restaurant for dinner..."
"The world is snowing, there are no pedestrians in the town, and the restaurants are closed in advance!" the middle-aged man said softly.
"Yeah, I don't want to find a place to eat." Murong Xue said bitterly, the hunger in the belly is stronger.
Looking at her pale complexion, the middle-aged man came to the bottom with a sympathy: "I am a weak woman, you can't eat hot meals. There is a restaurant in the small alley in front. You haven't closed the door. You go there. Let's have a meal."
Murong Xue’s eyes lit up:
Really? Thank you, Uncle, I don’t know which Hutong the restaurant is in.

"On the hutong in front, after turning in a few bends, I arrived..." The middle-aged man said faintly, seeing Murong Xue’s eyes faintly, and sighed helplessly: "The road is a bit complicated, I will take you there."

"Thank you, Uncle." Murong Xue smiled and looked forward. With the middle-aged man, he walked quickly.
The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly: "You are welcome, the girl is alone in the town?"
Murong Xue’s eyes turned:
Yes, my family is far away, I am going to the provincial side.

"It turns out that." The middle-aged man nodded in understanding, and his bottom flashed a strange smile.
The middle-aged man led Murong Xue into the hutong. After a turn of the clock, he came to a back door. A 40-year-old old man was sitting there and licking the seeds. In the winter, she was wearing a thin coat. The thin long skirt reveals a large piece of scenery on the chest, and the thick fat powder flutters in the face. The smoked Murong Snow frowns slightly.
"Yuan Yu!" The middle-aged man is skilled and greeted by the old man.
The old man scorned him and glanced at him: "What are you doing here?"
"Nature is to do business with He." The middle-aged man said with a smile, sideways, revealing Murong Xue behind him.
The old man’s eyes suddenly slammed, wearing a quiet, non-fat powder, but the clear dust and bright colors, quietly standing there, like a perfect ink painting.
She has been doing this for so many years, and for the first time she has seen such a beautiful little girl: "A price, thirty-two."
The middle-aged man shook his head in disapproval, and lowered his voice: "Hey, look at it again. This is the rare thing in the world. Thirty-two is too foolish."
The old man looked at Murong Xue’s bright face carefully, and his old body bite: "Fifty two, no more."
The middle-aged man’s eyes are gleaming, fifty-two, it’s a good price.
On the surface is a bitter look: "Fifty two is fifty-two, I am losing money this time..."
"Less count, the old lady is the first time to buy fifty-two silver to buy people..." The old man turned his eyes and reached into his sleeve to take the silver.
Murong Xue did not seem to notice the bad thoughts of the two people. The long road said: "This uncle, where is the restaurant?"
The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the back door where the old man was located: "It’s not here. The uncle has already negotiated with him. She will arrange for you to go to the restaurant for dinner and eat as much as you can..."
Murong Xue looked at Zhang Hong’s green back door and frowned slightly:
I don’t like to eat in the brothel!

"This can not be you, he has sold you to me, from now on, you are the girl of Yichunyuan." The old man was resolutely resentful and full of fierceness.
Murong Xue ignored her and looked at the middle-aged man with a cold eye: "You are a trafficker. How many innocent women have you cheated in this way?"
"The thing of Lao Tzu has nothing to do with you..." The man said arrogantly, the straightforward look, looking at Murong Xue was gloomy: "You sold me to the broth, made me a victim, and dare to say your business." not my business……"
"Well, you are such a small monk, so many words of swearing, it is simply to fight." The old swearing resentment, swiping toward Murong Xue hit.
Murong Xue casually grabbed the long whip and suddenly sent it. He only listened to the sound of '啪', the whip hit the face of the old man, the pale old face was fleshy, the old man rubbed his cheek and killed the pig. Scream: "My face... my face..."
The middle-aged man trembled and looked at Murong Xue with horror: the little girl who was so delicate, was so ferocious...
Murong Xue smiled at him with a slight smile, and the smile was eerie: "It's your turn now!"
The wrist turned over, and the middle-aged man who had no whip in his hand hit the past. "Hey!" The whip hit the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man rolled over and screamed through the clouds. Resounding through the clouds: "Forgiveness, forgiveness... I don't dare anymore..."
The Weifeng outside the Hutong, stepping on the moon, and listening to the corners of the mouth, pumping the smoke: Qingtianbairi, Lang Lang Qiang Kun, who is not good at abducting, but wants to abduct his family’s belly black lady, it is self-defeating, not live...
I don't know if his family Miss Ouyang and Ouyang Shizi are in conflict, have they accumulated anger? They even dared to hit it, I really don’t know how to live and die...
"Girl, forgive, forgive..." The middle-aged man and the old man’s pleading for anger are getting smaller and smaller, and they are gradually disappearing.
Weifeng, looking at the moon and looking at each other, face to face: no sound, Missy will not kill the two!
Looking quietly in the middle, I saw the middle-aged man, the old man was on the ground, motionless.
They were horizontally crossed, and the vertical ones were covered with scars, the blood marks were deep, the flesh was everted, the red blood oozing out of the wound, and the clothes were dyed red...
Murong Xue stopped his hand and stood in front of the unconscious two people. They spit out a long sigh of breath: they beat people, they got angry, and the mood was much better...
(End of this chapter)