As the war between the two countries stopped, the trade market in the Dark Language City gradually became active. Merchants from various countries began to set up their own shops in the Dragon City. It was like an undeveloped virgin land. Merchants did not care about danger or anything. They would naturally flow to where there was money.

  The slave market was crowded with people. The curious Dragon people looked at the group of women from all over the world standing there, while the hard-working merchants were shouting loudly.

  "Come and take a look! These are women from other countries! Come, take a look at their faces and figures!"

  Several women stood on a platform, half-dressed and looking exhausted. Their hands were tied to the wooden railing above. The slave trader saw more and more people coming, so he reached out and tore off the clothes on the chest of a Uliana woman, "Sir, look at this woman, these breasts!" He lifted the woman's breasts and let the men standing in front look at them. Soon several female slaves were sold, with prices ranging from ten gold coins to fifty gold coins, and the scene became more and more lively.

  "When did these slave traders start operating in Dark Language City?" Someone in a car not far away said contemptuously, "Bayin, I think this is inappropriate."

  "I originally wanted to take you out to relax, but you ended up causing trouble." Bayin looked at the man sitting opposite him, "Long Geer, can you be a little calmer?"

  Long Gol glanced at Bayin, "If you are like me, it will be hard to be at peace." He put his hands on his legs - the legs that were broken by the Pope's Office, even if they were reattached, they could not be restored to their original state. Long Gol, once the first warrior of the dragon clan, has now become a useless man who can only move in a wheelchair. He stared at Bayin, "I am just giving you a serious suggestion. It is up to you whether you listen or not."

  Bayin shook his head and ordered the carriage to stop. He pointed to the busy street and said, "Once the door is opened, all kinds of things will come in. The first thing we need to do is to let them in, and then we can identify which ones can be kept and which ones must be thrown away." He smiled and said to Longgor as if he remembered something, "You'd better remember these words. If I have any accidents in the future, you can also help Lelier."

  Long Geer raised his eyebrows, "Don't say such stupid things." He seemed to be talking to himself, "People usually say that evildoers live a thousand years. I think it's okay for you to live a thousand years."

  Bayin folded his arms and looked at the slave stall, "I hope so."

  There were fewer and fewer women on the stall. Seeing that the people below were about to leave, the slave trader was determined, "Gentlemen, don't leave. The best stuff is of course for the finale. I don't know if you have seen Mingxia's women. They are so beautiful and charming! Their skin is so smooth! They are incomparable to those goods just now!" He clapped his hands and asked someone to carry a woman out from the car behind, "What's more! She is a virgin!"

  As soon as these words came out, the men below immediately gathered back, and those who had bought other female slaves a long time ago did not leave, but stood there looking at the stage. They made a noise and saw that the Mingxia woman was very petite, wearing a scarlet robe, but it was tattered, and no one knew what she had been through before; her face was covered with a cloth, and her mouth was stuffed with a wooden plug to prevent her from biting her tongue to commit suicide.

  "This girl is so hot. I guarantee you will feel very comfortable after you buy her." The slave trader reached out and patted the girl's chest. "Don't be fooled by her youth. Look at her breasts. The nipples are still pink. Gentlemen, no one has touched that part of this woman before!" He pulled open the girl's collar and held her plump breasts with his dirty hand. The rough and dirty skin was in sharp contrast to the girl's fair skin. The girl twisted her body desperately and whimpered, but she was clamped tightly and could not move at all.

  "Fifty gold coins!" a man in the audience shouted.

  "Eighty! I'll give you eighty!" another person shouted.

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  "One hundred, I want it!" shouted the man who had just bought a female slave.

  The slave trader's eyes turned, how could he miss such a good opportunity to make money? "Five hundred gold coins, one price!"

  As soon as these words were spoken, everyone exclaimed, five hundred gold coins, that was almost as much as their living expenses for a year.

  "How could this woman, who is so good, fall into your hands?" someone said.

  "Don't worry about how you fell into my hands, but this woman's quality is rare and top-notch." The slave trader looked at the desire in the eyes of those men. He knew that if he stimulated them a little more, they would flock to her. So he turned around and looked at the girl, "Don't regret it. Today is my last day in Dark Language City. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again." He reached out and untied the skirt wrapped around the girl's waist. The girl exclaimed, and tears fell from her eyes again.

  "Have you ever seen such white and tender legs? So thin and straight?"

  Her legs were naked in front of everyone, and she was only wearing a small pair of white silk panties. Some people could even see her plump mound and the hair on it through the slightly transparent panties. She tried her best to clamp her legs together, but the man behind her tried his best to pull her up, making it impossible for her to curl up.

  The merchant untied the black cloth covering the girl's eyes, and her beautiful eyes with tears fell into everyone's eyes - she was so beautiful! And because her mouth was stuffed with a cork and she couldn't speak, she looked even more charming.

  Several men looked at each other and gritted their teeth. "Five hundred is five hundred! I want this woman." One of the men stepped onto the stage and said, "Send someone to go with me to get the money."

  "This sir is very straightforward!" The slave trader was about to shake hands with him to make the deal, but he heard a voice coming from not far away.

  "Eight hundred gold coins."

  Everyone exclaimed, "Eight hundred gold coins!" They all turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

  Even the man sitting opposite him looked at him in surprise—

  "Didn't you just say that slave traders are bad? Why did you change your mind now?" Bayin looked at Long Ge'er with interest. Could it be that his best friend was also attracted to that Mingxia woman?

  When they saw that person, they all fell silent.

  "Longol...it's that Longol. He's not dead yet?"

  "He's already a waste."

  "Isn't that Longor?"

  The girl on the stage also looked at that man, the despair in her eyes mixed with a hint of surprise and disbelief.

  "Oh my god, this gentleman is really knowledgeable!!" The slave trader got off the stage excitedly, "Eight hundred gold coins! Oh my god, eight hundred gold coins!!"

  Long Geer didn't even look at him. "Bayin, give me the money." He supported his head and said to his best friend.

  "Why do you want me to pay for what you want to buy?" Bayin asked in a low voice.

  "Who carries so many gold coins? Give him a gold note first." Long Geer pointed at Bayin and said, "I'll give it to you when I get back. Besides, I'm already a disabled man and can't walk. Do you want them to see me make a fool of myself?" He looked at the girl on the stage and frowned involuntarily.

  Bayin reluctantly went to handle the formalities, while the slave trader pulled the girl to the front of the car, "Master, do you think you should let her ride with you? Or?"

  Long Gor didn't say anything, but just looked at the edge of his seat.

  "Oh, you are a gentle and considerate master." The slave trader patted the girl, "Why don't you hurry up and get on! Do you still want your master to wait for you?!"

  The girl stood in front of the car door in a stalemate, not knowing whether to go in or not. Long Geer sighed, thinking that this was his way of repaying a favor. He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm, "Stop talking." Then the girl was hurriedly dragged into the car.

  She was even in disarray, and her tender breasts brushed against Long Gol's hands. She stared at Long Gol blankly, but she couldn't speak because there was a wooden cork in her mouth.

  "You want to ask why it's me, right?" Long Gol propped up his face and looked at the woman sitting next to him, "I also want to ask why it's you?"

  However, the girl's eyes began to well up with tears again. She must have experienced something too horrible. Longgor thought to himself, feeling a little upset. After glancing at the girl's breasts and legs, he sighed and threw the blanket covering his legs onto her.

  "I thought about it." Bayin didn't know what happened between them. He paid the money and returned to the carriage. "You are short of servants. It would be good to buy a female slave to take care of you."

  "I'm a useless person anyway, right?" Long Gor said sarcastically.

  "Whatever you think." Bayin looked at the oriental girl and smiled kindly, "My name is Bayin, don't panic, we have no ill intentions. I will take the plug out of your mouth, please don't scream." Bayin reached out and took out the wooden plug from the girl's mouth. "I paid the money, so you have to listen to me. From now on, you will serve Long Gol. His leg is a little inconvenient because of the injury, understand?"

  The girl didn't say anything, but just looked at Bayin thoughtfully.

  "Can you speak? What's your name?" Bayin was a little surprised by her reaction. Her panic seemed to calm down quickly. She just looked at herself and Long Ge'er seriously, as if she was thinking about something.

  "Jasmine." The girl thought for a moment and then said.

  But she heard a light snort from Long Gol. She turned around to look at him, but saw that the red-haired man turned his face away and stared outside the car.