"Well...what? What?!"
Mu Lianjing was stunned and unconsciously raised his voice.
Did he hear it correctly? What did Nuobao say he wanted to buy just now?
Mu Lianjing suspected that he heard wrongly.
How could his lovely sister say such unlovable things?
"Nuobao wants to buy my little brother."
Nuobao looked at him eagerly, with expectation on his face.
"Brother, is it okay?"
Mu Lianjing wanted to say no.
But seeing his sister's expression of expectation, he couldn't bear to say it and let Nuobao down.
Moreover, he had just promised Nuo Bao.
Mu Lianjing: I feel regret at this moment, very regretful!
He just wants to be Nuobao's only brother.
I don’t want to buy her another little brother at all.
"But...it's okay."
But the words have been spoken, what else can Mu Lianjing do?
Under Nuo Bao's expectant eyes, he groaned angrily:
"Changgui, go and bring that boy over."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Changgui bowed and retreated.
Not long after, the young boy from before was brought over.
"Your Highness, people have been brought here."
The young boy seemed to have washed himself, washed away the strong smell of blood, and changed into clean clothes.
Even wearing coarse clothes, it was difficult to conceal his extraordinary temperament.
He doesn't look like an ordinary slave at all.
Especially those pair of starry eyes as dark as ink, exuding an untamable wildness.
Like a ferocious wolf cub, it will pounce on you at any time and bite your throat out.
Looking at this slave, Mu Lianjing felt a cold oppression on him.
The hair on his body stood up in fear.
The last time the person who gave him this feeling was their father, the tyrant...
He is just a slave, how can he have such a terrifying aura?
Mu Lianjing was shocked, but when he looked up again.
The slave had restrained his sharpness, lowered his eyes, and did not look threatening.
In that encounter just now, the danger he brought had completely disappeared.
Mu Lianjing had a suspicious look on his face. He stared at him for a long time and didn't see anything strange, muttering secretly in his heart.
Is it his imagination?
Nuobao had already dropped the pastry in his hand and clapped his little hands.
He slid down from the chair and ran to the young boy.
"Little brother, what's your name?"
"Ling Xiao." The young man cherished his words like gold, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.
He was too far away just now, so Nuobao didn't see clearly what he looked like.
Only now did I realize that this little brother is actually so handsome.
Her skin is as white as jade, her eyebrows are like a painting, and her eyes are like cold stars.
The tall and straight figure is like a green bamboo, cold and aloof.
Nuobao couldn't help but hold his face in his hands, staring straight at him with a pair of watery grape eyes, like a little nympho.
…
The steward of the Colosseum also came over and respectfully handed over a deed of betrayal.
"Eighth Prince, this is Ling Xiao's contract of sale. Please take it."
Mu didn't even look at the scenery, and directly gave Nuo Bao the deed of betrayal.
"Nuobao, take this. He will be yours from now on."
Nuobao took the thin deed of prostitution, curved his eyebrows, and smiled sweetly and softly.
"Thank you, brother."
Unexpectedly, Nuobao did not put away the deed of betrayal, but handed it to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao was startled, "What?"
"Brother, take this and you will be free."
Nuobao said in a sweet voice: "No one will catch you and let you fight with tigers in the future."
Ling Xiao was startled, and lowered his eyes slightly to look at the small breasts in front of him that were less than his chest.
The little guy is white and waxy, delicate and cute, just like a jade snow dumpling.
Those watery eyes were the clearest eyes he had ever seen.
Smart and pure, without a trace of evil thoughts, like the cleanest thing in the world.
"Why do you want to help me?" he asked in a low voice.
Ling Xiao knew that he had been bought.
In the Colosseum, buying and selling slaves was common.
The fate of slaves like them has never been their own choice.
If you are lucky and meet a good owner, you will be bought back as a servant, or as a caretaker.
If you are unlucky and encounter something with a human face and an animal heart, your life will be worse than death.
Ling Xiao has been in the Colosseum for a long time and has heard a lot of nasty things.
Especially some people who have special hobbies like to buy some good-looking boys and train them.
Ling Xiao originally thought that the person who bought him was not a good person.
Unexpectedly, the person who bought him would be a three-year-old milk dumpling.
Moreover, she also handed him the deed of betrayal.
Why?
Nuobao tilted his little head.
Do you still need a reason to help others?
If I had to give one reason, it would probably be...
"Because you are good-looking." Nuobao said in a soft voice.
Ling Xiao's eyes were a little complicated for a moment.
He stared at the thin piece of paper in front of him, but did not take it.
Instead, he said: "Since you have bought me, I am yours."
Nuobao opened his eyes slightly, "Huh?"
What does this mean? Is the little brother relying on her?
"I have nowhere to go." Ling Xiao whispered.
Originally, he planned to follow the seller out of the Colosseum first, and then find an opportunity to kill him.
But now, he has changed his mind.
Nuobao's eyes are round and round, like a cute little kitten, not to mention how cute it is.
Ling Xiao lowered his eyes and said, "After you bought me, did you stop caring about me? If I were caught back to the Colosseum again, wouldn't your money have been wasted?"
"Yes..."
When Nuobao heard this, he immediately felt that it made sense.
What if the little brother is caught again?
"Oh well."
Nuobao stood up on his tiptoes with difficulty and patted his shoulder with his little hand.
"Little brother, you will be mine from now on. Go home with Nuobao and I will be very, very good to you."
This sounds like a smooth-tongued scumbag trying to trick a decent woman.
But what bad intentions could Nuobao have? She just wanted to give her poor little brother a home.
"Yes." Ling Xiao responded softly, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
It seems good to stay with this little dumpling.
She was easier to deceive than he thought.
When Mu Lianjing saw the scene in front of him, he felt a little unhappy for no reason.
He quickly took two steps forward, deliberately bumped Ling Xiao's shoulder, and pushed him aside.
He is Nuobao's favorite brother. This slave can stay wherever he wants.
But unexpectedly, when he collided, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly swayed, and he was almost knocked to the ground.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Nuobao quickly took his hand and looked at him with concern.
"I'm fine."
The little hand was soft, as if it had no bones, and Ling Xiao's whole body suddenly became stiff.
He didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of accidentally breaking his little hand.
"Are you really okay?" Nuobao looked at him suspiciously.
I always feel that my little brother's face looks very pale.
Ling Xiao shook his head and calmly swallowed the blood in his throat.
Nuobao circled around him worriedly.
I really couldn't see anything strange, so I gave up.
"What can happen to him? I didn't use any force at all."
Mu Lian was upset and glared at him fiercely.
"You pretend, you keep pretending!"
Didn't he just bump him slightly? How could he knock someone down?
This scheming man must have done it on purpose.
Just want to deceive Nuobao's sympathy.
Mu Lianjing vaguely felt that he seemed to have caused a big trouble for himself.
