Chapter 819

Luonanchu's expression relaxed and stood up from the ground. She went to open the door and saw the little girl standing at the door smiling sweetly at her. She subconsciously said thanks: "thank you..." Before she had finished speaking, her face turned white.

Ronan suddenly ran into the room, and the tall man standing behind the little girl came into the room.

The man with the cigarette stroked the little girl's hair and said with a satisfied smile, "sangya, it's been really thanks to you. If it wasn't for your help, we wouldn't have caught so many women so easily. "

was called the as like as two peas, and the smile was sweet and innocent. It was just like the smile that she had just deceive.

The room was too small for Ronan to run. There was no window in the room. She didn't have a chance to jump out of the window.

She was soon caught by the man who came in at the corner of the wall. She was directly carried up from the ground. She screamed and tried to kick him. The other party grabbed her hair from the back, lowered her voice and threatened: "be calm! You don't want to suffer, do you? My fist doesn't have eyes

The man smoking at the door chuckled. "Okova, don't be so rude to a girl. You can't sell her at a good price if you hurt her."

Ronan was carried out by okova at the beginning. He said to the smoking man, "take off the headscarf from her face and see how that face looks. If it's good, I'll talk to Nero about the price."

The smoking man raised his hand and lifted the blanket from Ronan's head. "What good women can there be here? We're lucky to catch one... " His eyes fell on luonanchu's face, and his expression was obviously stunned. Then he pinched Luo Nanchu's chin and said in surprise, "God, we are rich!"

Ronan first felt a creepy fear in his ecstatic eyes.

She struggled desperately, but the arms clamped on her arms and waist almost broke her. Her hair was caught again. The man lifted her head. She felt three or four pairs of eyes looking at her face.

Ronan was hairy at the beginning, and those eyes did not look at a person at all, but only at a commodity. Now, in their eyes, she was a good commodity that could be sold at a good price.

That look made Ronan want to die.

She was lifted off her shoulder by okova, and the men looked at her from start to finish.

Her hair was up, her face was pale, her body was full of mud, and her hair was absolutely not good-looking. In those more and more unscrupulous eyes, she could not help but want to hide behind.

Okova, who was standing behind her, took her by the waist, held her in his arms, raised his head to several of his associates and said, "I don't think we need to sell her to Nero now."

His tone changed a little, and his initial idea of selling money faded away. Isn't it a pity that such a beautiful woman sold immediately? We'll have to play enough first. Anyway, Nero doesn't care if they touch the woman who sells to him. He just needs to be a young woman anyway.

One of his friends, Ronan, was licking his lips

The content of that tone is self-evident.