Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 250 Where is your master?
The road that had been ravaged by the heavy rain was muddy and muddy. Alai was sitting in the driver's seat directing the two horses. Living.

Wuming carried her and flew towards the dust tower of the national border. The speed was very fast, and he disappeared after a while

Heck!

The princess was ill, and Alai was worried, and now the car was stuck in the mud, which made him even more anxious.

He jumped off the ground and ran to the back to push the cart. The horse in front was standing motionless without any command.

"Drive-" Reluctantly, Alai picked up a small stone from the side of the road and threw it on the back of one of the horses, shouting.

The horse led its companions to move forward, and Alai pushed the cart along the way. The cart moved and climbed up the mud pit with difficulty. Halfway through the climb, it lost thrust because of Alai's foot slipped. .

The slippery Alai fell into the mud and was out of breath.

He got up, took a deep breath, and was about to push the carriage again, when he heard the sound of horseshoes behind him, and someone was coming.

"Hey, in the middle of the night, is there someone still on their way?" A hoarse male voice sounded, causing Alai to look sideways.

A middle-aged man in black clothes and black hair rode a tall horse, with a pair of lifeless eyes under thick eyebrows that were as dark as the night, making one's heart shudder.

Alai didn't speak, gave orders to the horse, and continued to push the cart.

"Little guy, this carriage is not small, you can't push it." The middle-aged man jumped off the horse and came to help.

With the help of the man, the carriage finally got rid of the mud pit and moved forward.

"Thank you, uncle!" Alai thanked gratefully, ran into the chasing carriage, grabbed the fence of the driver's seat, jumped up, and took the reins to control the horse.

The middle-aged man also got on his horse and caught up from behind.

"Where's your master?" The middle-aged man asked, tilting his head curiously, wanting to see the situation in the car through the slightly open window.

"They're asleep," Alai lied.

I met a strange man in the middle of the night, although the other man kindly helped him, but those dark and lifeless eyes made Alai feel palpitations.

"This car is stuck in a hole. You can still sleep with such a big commotion. Is your master a pig?" The middle-aged man laughed, his eyes locked on the vigilant boy's face.

"Weary from the journey, so I slept soundly," Alai said, lashing the horse with his whip, and picking up the speed a little.

"Are you a devil?" The middle-aged man was also fast, following Alai closely.

Alai's appearance made him unable to lie, and he nodded weakly.

"Slave?" The middle-aged man asked again.

Alai knew the attitude of outsiders towards the devil, this question made him tighten the rein in his hand, and he nodded again.

"Heh!" His response made the middle-aged man smile slightly, and the hoarse and strange voice made his whole scalp go numb.

"Shouldn't slaves have collars?" The middle-aged man tilted his head to look at the nervous boy, and raised the corner of his lips as if he had seen through something.

Just when Alai was about to explain, the middle-aged man took off the metal rod tied to his back with his backhand, and swung it over.

Alai, who was vigilant, immediately sensed the approaching danger. He sideways avoided the metal bar, drew a short knife from his waist, and confronted the middle-aged man with fierce eyes.

"I don't want to cause trouble." Alai stared at the metal rod in front of him, and said to the middle-aged man. "I'm traveling with two friends of different races. They are in front. If you have any questions about me, you can ask them for confirmation."

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A cloud of purple mist sprayed out from the end of the metal rod and splashed on Alai's face. He felt dizzy and his eyes darkened and he passed out.

"Friends from different races? Think I'm a fool and believe your nonsense. Hehe!" The middle-aged man jumped from the horseback onto the driver's seat of the carriage, pushed open the carriage door to make sure there was no one in the carriage, and then patted the quilt again. Faint little devil.

"It's still good to walk at night. This kid is quite strong and can be sold for a good price!"

(End of this chapter)