After Kuai Chuan was targeted by the villain

Chapter 388 The Dream God and the Goddess of Karma (27)

The place where the Temple of Dreams was originally located was a large grandstand.

Standing in the stands was a muscular young man in a short shirt.

His left eye was covered with a black cloth.

The right eye looks at the person below and introduces today's "goods".

There was the sound of firecrackers in my ears.

Looking up, there was a lot of voices and cheers all over the city.

They danced lions and waited to celebrate the ascension of the new city lord.

The picture is more festive and lively than the Spring Festival.

The system beast opened its eyes wide in shock, [Don't these people know that the new city lord is seeking power and usurping the throne? ]
[Also, the former city lord just died~]
Why is it all like a holiday, there is no mourning at all.

Karma murmured, "Perhaps they had long held grudges against the former city lord, so they were so happy after his death."

That being said, think back to the terminally ill man in the temple.

The shape is like a dry bone, but the momentum of the whole body is not diminished in the slightest.

He hated the despicability of staring at Chen Yuan and his wolfish heart.

To protect his son with his last breath.

Such a person does not look like an incompetent city lord.

But the reaction of the people in the city made her not sure of her judgment.

The trading field ushered in a climax.

The one-eyed man on the platform said loudly, "The one at my feet was sent by the city lord himself."

When they heard that the city lord personally ordered it to be delivered, people became enthusiastic.

Excitedly standing on tiptoe, I can't wait to put my eyes on the stands.

Who is it?
I saw a small ball on the stand, covered with a red cloth.

Mysterious, so people are more curious.

The one-eyed man who hosted looked around the crowd.

Very happy with people's reactions.

He walked over and lifted the red cloth off.

It was a little soft little boy.

The luxurious clothes he originally wore were replaced with coarse cloth shirts, and all the accessories were taken away.

The fabric of this blouse is very rough.

It is the rough cloth shirt worn by the lowest slaves.

This kind of cloth is also made into bags by rich families.

It's like wearing a coarse cloth bag on your body.

Because slaves are not qualified to wear good materials and eat good food.

Their only use is to obey the orders of their masters.

Become a humanoid tool.

No human rights, no freedom, no mind of your own...

Life is completely out of your control.

And that little boy, at the age of just beginning to understand, will start such a life...

I don't know how many days have passed since the death of the city lord.

Except for her clothes, Yi Hui's condition is very poor.

His knees and arms were bruised.

There are no shoes on the feet, and the blisters on the soles of the feet can be clearly seen.

Some blisters have festered, and blood and pus are mixed together.

It almost covered the soles of the little feet.

The little boy's eyes were half-opened, his face was flushed, and he seemed to have a fever.

But everyone didn't notice this.

They cheered and booed.

Some obviously recognized Yi Hui's identity.

Shouting his name, like mocking, like gloating.

The young master of the city lord's mansion who was aloof in the past.

Now reduced to a slave in the trading field.

In Dream City, where the concept of class is very strong.

This incident seems to have brought a perverted balance in the hearts of those who were born at the bottom.

They found joy in this child.

Especially the servants of noble lords.

Although they are servants, the slaves who are bought and sold at will are higher.

These people looked at Yi Hui with even more unscrupulous expressions.

(End of this chapter)