"Young Master Feng, please be polite." He stood up and bowed and asked, "It's inconvenient for Mr. Feng to live in the inn now, so I have to ask Lin to arrange a residence for Mr. Feng."

"We won't stay here for too long, so there's no need to worry."

"Okay, I'll give you Mr. Feng." He said, sending him out in person. It was not until he left that he looked at the No. 9 iron cage. Seeing that the fat and fat boy was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen with a look of grievance and anger, his eyes flashed slightly.

If it weren't for the ghost doctor's talk, he wouldn't have seen that the fat man in shabby clothes was actually Ning Lang, the son of Ning Yuan, the richest man in Cang Kingdom. He also had some friendship with Ning Yuan, but he had never seen his son. He didn't expect that it was under such circumstances.

Seeing the boy's face full of grief and anger, he smiled, shook his head and walked away. He should have suffered a little.

"President." The manager came forward and looked at him with a favor.

"That little fat man, please look at him more. He is the son of an old friend of mine."

Hearing this, the manager was shocked. Thinking that he had beaten the little fat man before, he couldn't help but sweat and asked, "Then, I have to pick up that young man."

"No, just let him stay there, don't let him notice any special treatment for him, or do whatever he should do. However, people cannot have any major problems, otherwise they will not spare you." He said calmly, with a warning in his words.

"Yes, yes." The manager responded quickly, and he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground.

Why did he feel so unlucky today and come one by one? His heart was so shocked that he could hardly bear it anymore. It was all the blame for those three people who caused such trouble for him.

On the other hand, when Fengjiu returned to the inn, Duan Ye was already waiting on the first floor. When Fengjiu came back, he asked, "Xiaopang really ran away."

"Run away." She nodded, smiled, came to the table and sat down, poured a glass of water and drank it.

"It's impossible for you to catch up with him." With his skills and strength, he can't catch up with Ning Lang

"I caught up with him, but I didn't bring him back."

"Why don't you bring him back?" he asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu curled his lips: "Because he was sold, he was in a cage."

"What's sold"

His voice was loud and shocked everyone around him. Duan Ye ignored the others on the first floor, but looked at Feng Jiu and asked: "How could he be sold by someone, he is also a foundation-building monk after all. And that boy is so stingy, it is possible that someone else can sell it, how could he be sold by others?"

"I followed behind him, watching him get targeted as soon as he left the inn. The boy walked in the alley again. There was no one in front and behind and was knocked out by three monks with sticks and carried away. Later, he sent him to the underground market as goods for sale." She said casually, thinking of the little fat man's miserable look on his face, he couldn't help but smile.

Someone has to deal with him.

Duan Ye was a little stunned when he heard this, staring at him with a strange look: "What do you want to do is not to take the opportunity to deal with him, right?" He knew that he was sold and didn't save him, and he was still smiling here, what other tricks were he trying to do.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu stretched out his hands and rubbed his baby face, and smiled and said, "Duan Ye, you know more and more about my heart. Before I could say this, you knew that I wanted to deal with him." After reading it, remember: It is convenient for you to watch next time, or.
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