The frantic flame flickered, shining on Ye Yunshen and Murong Hui, the ground was covered with charred corpses, and the tangy smell reminded them of what had happened.
Ye Yunshen's eyes were so calm that he looked at the fire, and suddenly he saw something, and rushed into the fire at an extremely fast speed!
While rushing, Yun Shen said to No. 2 in his mind: "No. 2, protect the body for two minutes!"
No. 2 knew what Yun Shen wanted to do, and said solemnly: "Received! 3 points are being exchanged, and the remaining points are 57"
"Damn it! What are you doing!" Murong Hui shouted angrily, but had no choice but to quickly wrap his robes around his head, and rushed into the fire together!
Ye Yunshen kicked away the woman's still-breathing body, picked up the boy who was under her tight protection, and returned the same way!
Murong Hui hadn't mastered his breath-holding skills yet, when he saw Ye Yunshen's actions, especially that kick, he had mixed feelings for a while, and the smoke choked him to cough continuously.
"What are you doing here? Stupid!" Ye Yunshen carried the boy with one hand, and held the flushed Murong Hui with the other.
"You" Murong Hui had trouble breathing, and when he heard the word "stupid", he immediately became furious, but he only felt dizzy.
Ye Yunshen no longer suppressed his skills, and used lightness kung fu all the way to "step a thousand miles", and rushed out of the fire.
No one knows how long this fire has been burning, maybe no one knows that this fire has been burned!
At noon the next day, the sun was dazzling. Murong Hui struggled to open his eyes and found him in a simple bedroom. Was it a dream?
He turned his head and saw the little boy from last night lying beside him.
What about Ye Yunshen? Murong Hui's heart tightened, and he rationally told him that, judging from the current situation, Ye Yunshen should have contacted Ying Ying, and the three of them were able to enter the county.
Among the high-ranking officials and aristocrats of the Tang Dynasty, child molestation (luan) was prevalent, so naturally there was an underground black market for buying and selling children.
Coincidentally, the border where the plague broke out in the Tang Kingdom was at one of the two gathering places of the black market.
At this moment, Ye Yunshen and An Ying are walking in such a black market.
A small underground palace with dim lights, twists and turns, and strict guards. The people who come and go are either rich or noble, and children of different ages are naked and chained to iron posts.
I don't know how the shadow brought Yun Shen in, the two of them glanced at almost every child.
"How is it?" Shadow asked.
Yun Shen nodded and said nothing, while Shadow hesitated.
"How about what?" Yun Shen asked, Yin Ying pursed her lips, gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Then why are you nodding!"
"" Yun Shen turned his face away and did not speak.
Shadow leaned close to Yunshen's ear, and his voice was very low: "Is there a way for you to take these children away without paying?"
That's it! Yun Shen blinked for a moment, then replied: "Put the poisonous mist on."
Shadow rolled his eyes, and poked Yun Shen with his arm: "Be serious!"
"What do you want them to do? Cultivate new forces?" Yun Shen straightened his expression.
The act of being stupid just now was just him analyzing whether he should ask directly or not. As expected, Shadow did not keep it.
Shadow shrugged: "What Master Ye meant."
It was Mu Qinchu's intention to set up a secret shadow guard, but Shadow apologized several times with the reason: "The subordinates have no money!"
Therefore, Ye Wuyang was forced to stay aside by Mu Qinchu to listen to this, and said indifferently: "Go to the Tang Dynasty to rescue some children, and it happens to be handed over to the high commander who condolences."
Yun Shen smiled slightly, he lowered his head halfway than Yingying, and looked up frankly: "Since Mr. believes in me, why don't you just listen to me! Come back tomorrow."
Shadow pondered, calculating in his mind the time of the arrogant material escort, the mission time of the three of Murong Jing in the Ming Palace, he asked: "There are only three days, how sure are you?"
"There is no problem with the preliminary preparations, and I am 90% sure." Yun Shen's brain was also running fast, his eyelids drooped slightly, and the dim light shone on his fair face. There was a mature charm and strategizing that surpassed his peers. He sighed with emotion: "As expected of a father and son!" (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com