He vowed that Ling Yun was extremely ambitious.

Fu Yusheng, who stood behind him, raised his hand timidly, and said to Emperor Fuyao, "Master, me too."

Di Fuya was amused by the brothers. "Well, now that you two have decided to follow me, then we will be a family. With my di Fuya one day, you will definitely not be hungry and hungry. "

"Come here, let me look at the wounds on you." She beckoned.

When she was in the underground black market, she noticed that the brothers were all bruised with bruises, and some of the skin was even cracked by the whip and she had pus.

They obediently rolled up their sleeves to show her.

Because of his brother's protection, there were not many injuries on Fu Yusheng's body.

"Longevity, I give you a thumbs up. At a young age, I have been so responsible for twelve years old," said Di Fuyao.

Who knew that Fu Changsheng said lowly, "I'm fifteen this year."

Di Fu shook his gaze and was shocked. "Fifteen?"

Isn't it as big as the original owner?

Let me go!

Although the original owner was not as good as a pig and dog in Emperor's Mansion, compared to children of the same age, Fu Changsheng in front of him did not look like a 15-year-old boy, but a twelve-year-old.

Not only is he a child, he is also very young.

"Master, it was the boss who deliberately brought my brother and me into the novel. In fact, I was twelve, not ten." Fu Yusheng revealed the boss's crimes.

Emperor Fu immediately understood.

The slave market, the slaves that are too old in general, are not worthy of the family, many unscrupulous bosses will deliberately report the age of the slaves so that it is easy to sell.

"How old were you both sold to the slave market?" Di Fuyao asked.

"Two years ago ..." Fu Yusheng said.

After daring to sell to the slave market, the two men were abused by their bosses. Therefore, in the past two years, they have not only grown a little longer, but also hungry and thin. They look two or three years younger than their peers.

"This **** blackhearted boss, see how I taught him." Di Fu shook his teeth.

She took two bottles of elixir from space with her backhand.

"These two bottles of elixir, one can supplement your nutrition, one can heal the wounds on your body. Take one capsule each day. Within one month, your physical functions will be restored to the same age as your peers." The bottle of Pills was handed to Fu Changsheng and explained, "You and your brother need to take them, do you know?"

Fu Changsheng had completely put down her defense at this moment. He took two bottles of elixir and nodded obediently.

The brothers are too thin, especially Fu Changsheng, who is obviously the same age as her original owner, but it looks like he is three years younger!

It can be seen that in the slave market, these two people are not less abused by the boss.

Di Fu shook the corner of his mouth and suddenly evoked a cold arc.

She Yaoqing always has the grace to return, and the revenge to revenge.

Now that Fu Changsheng and Fu Yusheng are her family, how can they ignore it when they are insulted?

That night, Di Fuya rushed to the underground black market, found the rude boss, and secretly sprinkled a little itchy powder on the boss.

This kind of itch powder can make people feel very itchy and unbearable. As soon as they are scratched, the surface of the skin will be scratched, and it is not itchy, but the more it gets, the more itchy the bone will be.

Sure enough, the black-hearted boss who sells slaves every day did not come to the black market the next day, and he did not appear on the black market until a month later.

But the whole person looks like a man. He is obviously a big man with five big and three thick, but because he was tortured by strange itching, he lost a few tens of pounds alive after a month, and because of various scratches on his body, his skin No one was intact, he was scratched, pus was everywhere, and there was a foul odor.

In the underground black market, it was called a street-crossing mouse, and everyone saw it.

The unscrupulous boss was under pressure, and after a short time he left the slave market and stopped doing slavery business, because no matter how good the slaves he sold were, no one dared to buy his slaves.

When they saw that the boss was pussy, they all wondered if he was infected with something strange, and who dare to ask his slave.

...

One slave boy after another was sent to Feng Linger's bed by Feng Feiyu as an antidote to her.

Sure enough, after crossing a boy, Feng Linger's red color faded, and she could walk down the road that day, but at night, aphrodisiacs would attack again, devouring her reason and letting her whole person. Only desire is left.

For two consecutive days, as long as Feng Linger was awake, she would die as a whole.

"Dad, if this is passed on, how will the daughter be a man in the future?" Feng Linger cried with tears.

Feng Zhentian was helpless, "Linger, don't worry, Dad won't let this thing go out. To save you, Dad can only do this."

"Linger, after each medicine residue is over, my brother will help you solve it. The dead person will not reveal the secret." Feng Feiyu said with a squint in his eyes, with a touch of murderous gas in his eyes.

Yes, as long as the slaves who have met Feng Linger, he will kill them with one sword and never suffer later!

Feng Linger bit her lower lip and shook her head vigorously. "My daughter is going to be the empress of the North Brake. Now she won't even be innocent. If the emperor knew, she would never want me again!"

All she wanted was to become a ghost emperor's woman, but now her hopes were lost, and she did not succeed in climbing on the ghost emperor's dragon bed. Now she steals the chicken and loses her rice, but she buryes her innocence.

The problem is here.

The funeral was buried, but forty-nine men were to be buried in a row!

How could this be acceptable to her with cleanliness?

"No, only Dad and Feiyu know about this, not even your mother-in-law. We declare that you have an old illness, so you will stay at home to cure the illness. The emperor, then, don't worry about it. Solution, Dad will find a way to restore your moles, and will never let the emperor detect it. "Feng Zhentian comforted.

Feng Feiyu also nodded, "Linger, you can rest assured that you can rest at home, and leave your brother to handle it for you."

But Feng Linger was still very flustered. "Dad, do you say that the emperor really wouldn't know that I had **** in his tea?"

"I have sent someone to check in the palace. The emperor has no doubts about your old illness, and ordered someone to tell his father that if Feng's family can't treat your old illness, you can always find a doctor for you. Get medical treatment until you recover. "

Feng Linger's eyes brightened, and his dim heart suddenly brightened.

"Dad, are you serious, the emperor really values ​​me so much?"

"It's true." Feng Zhentian touched her head with a loving face, "So Linger, you don't have to worry about it. As long as the spring poison resolves, Dad will send you to the palace again. These days What has happened since then is that you are ill, those slaves are just good medicine for you. "