Seeing Hua Nian's cultivation wasn't high, several bald men with brutish faces sneered wickedly.
"Little beauty, come with us obediently. We wouldn't want to accidentally hurt your pretty little face when we start using force; it wouldn't be worth much then."
"Why don't we play with this little beauty first, then sell her to the slave market afterward?"
"I was thinking the same thing, I've played with countless fallen beauties, but I've never played with an elf beauty before."
Their faces were lewd, their eyes vulgar, lingering over Hua Nian's delicate form, spewing suggestive words.
Hua Nian trembled in fear, her gorgeous face pale.
When a little lamb meets a pack of hungry wolves, resistance is futile; only fear remains.
The bald man bellowed, "I advise you not to have ideas about her. I tell you, only a virgin elf can fetch a better price. You may not care about money, but I won't let money slip away."
