Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

The light rain was pattering down, and a group of people and horses were walking forward on the official road.

People in front and behind are riding horses, and there are several huge cages in the middle, guarded by men with knives on both sides.

The guards wore bamboo hats and coir raincoats to shelter from the rain, but the slaves in the cage were not so lucky.

The weather near autumn was a bit cold, not to mention the cold rain. The slaves were shivering from the cold, and their lips were white under their messy hair.

The chariots and horses moved forward slowly, and after about half an hour, they stopped in front of the post station.

"Gentlemen, do you want to be a top player or stay in a hotel?" Xiao Er came out to greet him and looked at the group of people.

The leading guard looked ferocious, his eyes sharpened, and he said, "Looking around will goug your eyes out."

"Grandpa, don't scare me."

Xiao Er shook his body, and said with a pale face: "The journey ten miles ahead is full of mud. Now that it's raining so heavily, the rocks may collapse. Do you want to stay overnight before leaving?"

The leader of the guards took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it over.

"Prepare a few upper rooms."

Xiao Er held the silver with a happy smile, glanced at the cage at the back, and said, "Master...these..."

The guard leader said: "You lead them to the back."

There are places and stables for horse-drawn carriages in post stations, Xiao Er asked the horse guards to drive the horse-drawn carriages with guards.

There were three tall cages, and each cage held more than a dozen slaves, and everyone crowded together in twos and threes.

The guards all went to drink and eat meat in the lobby, and the cold cage was left unattended in the desolate yard.

A man in rags bowed over to two small-looking slaves.

"What do you want to do?!" The thin slave protected the pale boy in his arms.

"Go away!" The tall man slapped the little boy's head away, pulled out the unconscious boy, and reached for the boy's collar with his big hand.

suddenly--

A pale, thin hand grasped his.

The tall man froze for a moment, then suddenly met a pair of pitch-black eyes, his heart skipped a beat in fright.

"What are you going to do?"

The young man's face was smudged, but his dark eyes were shining in the night. He was holding the tall man's hand with no strength, but he felt that his hand was about to break.

"Damn it, let go of my hand—" the tall man cursed viciously, "You sick ghost, you don't have more than a few days to live, why don't you give me your clothes..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp bone breaking sound.

The sound of bones breaking in the dark cage sounded creepy.

The young man sat upright with difficulty, showing a kind smile: "The people who call me Lao Tzu in front of me are dead, do you want to die?"

The tall man yelled with a pale face in pain, a little fear arose in his heart when he heard the boy's words.

The slaves in the cage kept watching and huddled together in fear. No one thought that the wounded and dying boy would suddenly break the tall man's wrist.

"Big brother, you finally woke up." A thin boy crashed into the boy's arms.

The boy coughed, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and helplessly pushed the boy away with one hand.

"If you hit the point again, I will die."

The little boy looked at him with a sob.

The young man glanced around the cage with his dark eyes, then grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and connected the bone neatly.

The slave looked at the young man's expressionless expression, and a chill came from his back.