The dust just now got into his throat and it felt very itchy.
Seeing him cough, Qi Pan took another step back.
She didn't forget what the guy just said.
The lower-class slaves had disabilities.
This pillow seems to be cold and there is nothing wrong with the limbs, but it is possible that there is something wrong with the body.
I keep coughing.
She couldn't let him get close.
Qi Pan pointed to the back and said, "You go to the back first."
Then he looked at Eleven, "Look at him."
"Yes, Master!"
Eleven responded and reached out to pick up the pillow.
After Qi Pan and Ying Zheng left, he put Zhen Liang down and followed them from a distance.
“Cough cough cough…”
My throat was just a little itchy, but then the pillow was cold and it strangled my neck when I was picked up.
The cough got worse.
Eleven frowned at Zhenliang and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Why are you coughing all the time? Don't infect the master."
“Ahem…”
Zhenliang coughed until his face turned red, and he waved his hands, "No...I'm fine."
"It's just that my throat is itchy, and I tightened it again. I can't help coughing... I really can't help it."
Eleven looked at him and said nothing.
The other slaves watched as Zhenliang was successfully bought away.
They all regretted it so much that they beat their chests and stamped their feet.
Ahhhhhh!
This bitch!
Actually using this method!!!
hateful!!!
Why weren't they the ones who bought it?!
It’s obvious at first glance that these two guests are either rich or noble!
If I were to be bought, I would definitely live a good life!!!
Ahhhh!
They are so mad!!!
After Qi Pan and Ying Zheng left the slave farm, they strolled around the streets again.
Wangcai ran to Zhenliang, then ran to Qipan.
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