Plane Supermarket

Chapter 126

run!

Young goblins run across the open plains.

He was only wearing a pair of tattered shorts, and his whole body was covered with bruises. He could hear the wind and the whirling of grass blades, besides his own panting and heartbeat.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the goblin tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

This pounce made the tireless goblin lose his last strength. He turned over in the grass, raised his hand involuntarily, and looked at the yellow sun and blue sky above his head through his fingers.

He only looked at it for a while, then covered his eyes with his raised hand, and let out a low whimper, as if crying, but the corners of his mouth were curled up.

He's out!He escaped!

No limbs were broken, nor was he caught up, starting today, he is free!

The goblin casually pulled a piece of grass from his side, put it in his mouth and slowly got up while chewing.

He stood up, patted the mud on his buttocks, looked around blankly, waited for a while, and then walked towards the direction of the sun.

Just walk forward like this, drink water in the mud pit like animals when you are thirsty, and find some wild fruits and plant roots when you are hungry.

The goblin didn't know where he was going, let alone where he was, and he only dared to go around the village when he saw it occasionally.

Occasionally, he could also see the slaves being escorted.

There will be his people in it.

But he didn't dare to go over, he just took a look at it from a distance.

Sometimes when passing through the woods, he could see traces of human activities, but the goblins didn't look for them. Living in such a deep mountain and old forest, thinking about it, he knew that he was not much different from him, and it was impossible to take him in.

Occasionally, the goblin would stay in one place for a while, and when he saw that there was only one family around, he would carefully beg for some food and clean water.

He traveled many places, saw slave goblins who were whipped like him once, and also saw a decent goblin master served by elves.

It was the first time for him, who had been a slave since he was a child, that not all goblins were slaves.

After walking for an unknown number of days, the goblin stopped at the edge of a city. He wanted to find a place to stay. The household registration check was not strict, so he could find a job and a place to eat.

He circled around here several times, and finally chose a small town.

The city is not big, and the walls are short - the low walls mean that the city has not fought a war for many years, and the forest outside the city is dense, and the goblins live on mushrooms and fungi these days, even if they can't find them in the city. Work, go for a walk in the woods, and not starve to death.

He would also observe from high places and found that there are many races living in this city, unlike other towns, there is usually only one race, and the other races are servants and slaves. He can see the people living in small buildings Goblins can also see elves flapping their wings for business.

Such a place is so beautiful that the goblin thinks he is hallucinating.

Everyone living in this town seems to be living an equal and good life.

He could see goblins like him walking on the road holding the children's hands. They were wearing sackcloth clothes with smiles on their faces, and the children were holding a small basket with fruits and vegetables in the basket.

The others didn't look sideways at them.

It seems that this family is very ordinary and there is nothing worthy of attention.

The goblin observed for more than a month, the more he observed, the more envious he became, and the more he wanted to become a resident of this city.

With so many races staying in one city, there is no fighting or discrimination among them, and even the weakest goblin can live with his back straight.

And he didn't see a single slave in the city.

Nobody had shackles on their hands or feet.

Finally, one morning, the goblin sneaked in. He didn't dare to go in through the city gate. After going around a few times, he found a hole in the city wall. Fortunately, he was thin enough and short by nature. He got in anyway.

But when he entered the city, he still didn't dare to appear in front of people, so he could only hide from people.

Finally, after careful consideration, the goblin quietly found the door of a family of three that he had observed before in the middle of the night.

They are all goblins, and the other party is living so happily, maybe they are willing to help him?

Even if you don't want to help him, you probably won't report him, right?

The goblin mustered up his courage and knocked on the door of this family. Soon, a kerosene lamp was lit in the window.

The host's voice was very rough, with dissatisfaction with being woken up, he still opened the door.

When the door was opened, the goblin saw the dim light from the kerosene lamp. Although the light had no warmth, it still made the goblin feel like he was in the sun.

The male host looked at the thin goblin standing outside the door with only a handful of bones left. He froze for a few seconds, and soon put on a friendly smile on his face. He turned slightly to let the goblin enter the house.

"Come in, where are you from? Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." The host didn't ask him anything, but let him enter the house without any hindrance.

The goblin walked in cautiously, he was pleasantly surprised and terrified, he had never entered such a room before.

He was afraid that his feet would bring mud into this decent house, so he kept rubbing the soles of his feet on the ground at the doorway, making sure that there was no mud left before he walked in.

There is no light in the house, and the only source of light is the kerosene lamp carried by the host.

Although the goblin entered the house, he still didn't dare to move, just stood at the door, he was worried that the other party would think he was a bad person.

The host quickly came out of the kitchen with a kerosene lamp and a small basket of bread in his hand.

"Sit here." The host beckoned to the goblin.

Smelling the aroma of the bread, the goblin salivated involuntarily. He stared closely at the bread in the basket, his eyes seemed to be glowing green.

Just as he was about to rush over, there were footsteps on the stairs.

The hostess came downstairs with the young master.

The goblin didn't dare to move anymore, he was afraid, afraid of being kicked out by the hostess.

But the expected scolding and expulsion did not come. The hostess' voice was sweet and gentle. She stood on the stairs and said to her husband, "Is it a traveler?"

The host raised his head and smiled at his wife, "Maybe he lost his way? He must have been hungry for a long time, wait until he is full and ask."

The hostess walked up to the host, holding the child in her hand, and the family of three had unified and happy smiles on their faces.

"You're welcome, please come and eat." The hostess said, "I'll get you a glass of milk. Milk is hard to buy now, and only goat's milk is available."

The goblin had already rushed to the table, wolfing down the bread. He quickly raised his head when he heard the word milk, and kept nodding at the hostess.

He has seen slave owners drink milk, milk is very expensive, let alone slaves like them, even slave owners cannot drink it often.

The hostess quickly poured a glass of milk.

The little master also took out his own sugar bowl from the cabinet, grabbed a handful of sugar and put it on the table in front of the goblin.

As the goblin ate, his eyes turned red.

He had never felt such kindness.

This family is all good people.

The goblin chewed while crying, and he swore in his heart that he would repay the family in the future.

After he was full, the goblin was brought into the living room. There was a kerosene lamp on the table in the living room. The whole family surrounded him, asking him why he came here and why he was in such a mess.

Maybe it's because it's too cold and warm here, and the three members of this family are so kind-hearted, the goblins' psychological defenses have all collapsed. He felt that since they were all goblins, it shouldn't be a problem even if he told them, so he told the whole story about himself.

"It's so pitiful." The hostess sighed. "Except here, goblins can't live well anywhere."

The male host asked again: "Then you have escaped for so long, will no one find you?"

The goblin shook his head: "It took me a long time to find this place, maybe dozens of days."

The couple glanced at each other, and they smiled and said, "Then you should be very tired now, we happen to have an empty room where you can take a good rest."

The goblin gratefully said to them: "I will definitely find a job sooner, and I will definitely repay you! I will give you all of my first year's income."

"No, we are all goblins, and we should help each other." The male host took the goblin to the empty room. The space is on the first floor. When the door was opened, the goblin didn't smell the dust. It seemed that there were people in this room Come back and clean.

There is a bed in the room, and the hostess brought a quilt.

The goblin was terrified. He had never felt so happy in his life. He wished he could dig out his heart at this moment and let the couple see how grateful he was.

"Go to bed early." The host stood at the door of the room, his voice was soft and gentle, "I'll ask you to have breakfast together tomorrow."

The goblin quickly responded, "Okay, okay."

The door closed slowly.

The light is gone.

Only then did the goblin realize that there was no window in this room. He was startled, left, walked cautiously to the door, and pushed the door open.

The door was not locked.

The goblin breathed a sigh of relief. He blamed himself for being suspicious, and reached out to pat his forehead.

Others kindly took him in, and he was of the same clan, yet he even suspected that others wanted to kill him.

What's the use of killing him?He has nothing else but his flesh and blood, not to mention his flesh and blood is worthless.

But the goblin didn't go to bed—he didn't have a bath, and he had fleas on his head, and mud and ashes on his body, and he didn't dare to dirty the good man's bed, so he went to the corner and curled himself up in a ball.

Although he didn't sleep on a soft bed and didn't have a quilt on his body, he didn't have to worry about the appearance of wild animals again, and he wasn't blown by the cold wind at night. The goblin closed his eyes drowsily and fell asleep slowly.

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Is it daylight?

The goblin was awakened by a blinding light.

He was still in a daze, not knowing what was going on, he reached out his hand to cover his eyes, and when he got used to the light, he finally remembered where he was.

He found a family willing to take him in, and ate their bread.

He went to a place like heaven and met people like angels!

However, the goblin let go of his hand, only to find in horror that he was not in the windowless room at all. He looked around and found himself locked in a cage, and he looked in the direction of the light.

A familiar figure appeared within his line of sight.

The host turned his back to him, and was talking to a human race not far from the cage.

"He's a runaway slave." The goblin heard the host say to the human race, "Even if he dies, no one will find out, and no one will hold him accountable."

Male host: "Can we continue to stay here this month?"

The human race nodded at him: "Of course, as long as you bring people here on time next month."

The hostess pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "All the relatives we can call have already been called..."

The human race said blankly: "This has nothing to do with me. I don't care what you think of. Every family must send one person over every month. This is the deal we have agreed on a long time ago."

"Then I'll think of a way." The host felt a little headache.

"What are you doing!" The goblin grabbed the railing and shouted at the host, "Where is this place? What are you doing to me!"

The male host turned his head and glanced at the goblin. He seemed a little impatient, so he quickly shifted his gaze and ran out.

The goblin could only pretend to be the human race standing in place and shout: "What are you doing to me?!"

The human race looked at him, probably thinking that the thin and dry goblin looked too obtrusive, and said blankly: "You don't need to waste your energy, this is underground, no matter how loud you shout, no one can hear you, No one will save you."

"Don't worry, you will have food and be able to survive." The human race seems to have been living underground, never exposed to sunlight, and their skin is sickly pale.

"Bring her here quickly!" A piercing young voice sounded.

The goblin felt that the face of the human race in front of him turned pale again.

The goblin looked in the direction of the voice, someone came down the stairs—it was a boy.

He was wearing boots made of lambskin, a gentleman's hat, and a small tuxedo. He was also very beautiful, with golden hair that glowed softly under the light of the oil lamp.

The young man took a rope from one hand behind him, his laughter was piercing and arrogant: "Is it still a three-generation direct line, a mixed bastard, also worthy of being my sister?"

He tugged at the rope, and something seemed to roll down the stairs.

The goblin found that the "thing" seemed to be a person. The person was very small, but it was not a goblin or a dwarf. It was more like a human race. He had disheveled hair and only wore a tattered skirt that couldn't tell its original color—it was a girl.

She was so thin that the skirt that covered her was like a huge bag.

The rope was holding her neck, and the boy came down from it, dragging the rope tied around the girl's neck, and the girl could only crawl on the ground, only then did the goblin realize that her hands and feet were bent at an incredible angle. on both sides.

The girl is like a dog whose limbs have been broken. In order not to be dragged, she can only crawl with her joints against the ground.

The boy took the girl by the hand, walked up to the pale-faced human race, and asked, waving the rope, "They said new products came today?"

Facing the goblin male master, the extremely cruel human race lowered their heads in front of this young man, his voice was full of fear, and he said softly, "Yes, young master, it is him."

The Terran pointed to the goblin in the cage.

The boy led the girl to the side of the cage. A sense of fear came over him, and the goblin fell to the ground.

He saw the boy move his nose at him, as if he was sniffing.

"Why is he so smelly?" The boy pinched his nose.

The human race immediately said: "He is a fugitive slave, and he hasn't had time to clean up."

The boy curled his lips: "I don't like goblins, let them catch some elves and humans next time."

The human race immediately said: "I will tell them, don't you like the blood of the elves the most? I have already prepared it for the young master, miss..."

He looked at the girl lying on the ground.

The young man kicked the human race in the stomach. He looked young, but with strength, he kicked the human race more than ten meters away.

"What kind of lady is she? A bastard." The boy looked down at the girl and sneered, "Something that shames the family."

"Not as good as my dog."

The human race struggled to get up, his whole body was trembling, but he still walked towards the boy, and said cautiously: "The Duke said that the nearest town is already investigating the disappearance of people, so you don't want to go hunting by yourself..."

The boy kicked the girl irritably: "I know, my mother has already said it, so you don't need to repeat it."

The human race breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, I heard that how many people did my mother bring back?" The boy narrowed his eyes, "Are you going to make me some brothers?"

Humans dare not speak.

This young man is a born devil. He is obviously a human being, but he is more cruel than a born vampire.

After being transformed, he quickly adjusted to his new identity, and his jealousy became frighteningly powerful.

He couldn't allow his transformed "mother" to have a bastard child.

But he can't get in touch with the money himself, and he can't kill his "sister". Although he has found other races to attack, those people still have scruples that the "eldest lady" is the Duke's own daughter, so they dare not do it.

In the beginning, he didn't show his viciousness, and he was willing to pretend to be a good brother in front of the "Miss".

Until he found out that his mother cared more about him than "Miss", the shackles on him were removed.

He can't kill her, but he can make her never appear in front of people, and no one will know that he has a bastard sister.

This sister is his toy, his dog, and the test object for him to experiment with all the cruel instruments of torture.

Her limbs were all broken by him. Although the limbs would not be necrotic, but no one helped her reattach them, and she would never be able to stand up and walk again.

Eternal life, an immortal body, became a curse to her.

The human race looked at the girl on the ground when the boy found a wine bottle full of blood.

Even he looked at her with sympathy.

As the only daughter of the duchess and a child born naturally, she should have been more honorable and happier than the royal princess.

But she is a bastard.

So she was born unlucky.