Chapter 978
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"Young Master Feng is too polite." He stood up and returned the greeting, asking: "It's inconvenient for Young Master Feng to stay in the inn now. Do you want me to arrange a place for Young Master Feng to stay?"
"We won't be staying here for long, so there's no need to trouble yourself."
"Alright then! I'll see Young Master Feng out. " As he spoke, he personally saw him out. Only after he left did he take a look at cage number 9. Seeing that the chubby young man was beaten black and blue, with a face full of grievance and anger, his eyes couldn't help but flash.
If the Ghost Doctor didn't mention it, he wouldn't have been able to tell that this little fatty in shabby clothes was actually the son of Cang Country's number one rich man, Ning Yuan, Ning Lang. He had some friendship with Ning Yuan, but he had never seen his son before. He didn't expect it to be under such circumstances.
Seeing the kid's face full of grief and anger, he smiled, shook his head, and walked away. It was time for him to suffer a little.
"President." The steward walked up and looked at him fawningly.
"Keep an eye on that little fatty. He's the son of an old friend of mine."
Hearing this, the steward was shocked. Thinking that he had beaten up that little fatty earlier, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, asking: "Then, then should I bring that little young master out?"
"No need, just let him stay there! Don't let him know that there's any special treatment for him. Do what you should do. However, he can't have any major problems, otherwise, you won't be forgiven. "He said in a low voice, his words carrying a hint of warning.
"Yes, yes." The steward hurriedly responded. After he left, he was so scared that he sat on the ground.
Why was he so unlucky today? Shocks came one after another. His heart couldn't take it anymore. It was all those three people's fault. They actually caused him such trouble.
On the other side, when Fengjiu returned to the inn, Duan Ye was already waiting on the first floor. Seeing that Fengjiu had returned, he asked: "Did Little Fatty really run away?"
"He ran away." She nodded and smiled. She sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of water to drink.
"You didn't catch up to him? That's impossible. "With his skills, he couldn't catch up to Ning Lang?
"I caught up to him, but I didn't bring him back."
"Why didn't you bring him back?" he asked in confusion.
Fengjiu smirked. "Because he was sold and locked up in a cage!"
"What? Was he sold? "
His voice was so loud that the surrounding people looked over in shock. Duan Ye ignored the others on the first floor. Instead, he looked at Fengjiu and asked, "How did he get sold? In any case, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator! Moreover, that brat was very smart! It's possible that he sold it to someone else, but how could he be sold by someone else? "
"I followed him from behind and saw that he was targeted as soon as he left the inn. That brat also walked through a small alley and was knocked unconscious by three cultivators with wooden clubs and carried away. After that, he was sent to the underground market to be sold as goods." She said nonchalantly. When she thought of the miserable look on the little fatty's face after being beaten up, she couldn't help but smile.
Someone had to teach him a lesson.
Duan Ye was a little stunned when he heard that. He stared at him with a strange gaze: "What do you want to do? Don't tell me you want to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson? "Knowing that he was sold, he didn't save him and was still smiling here. What was he up to now?
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