Although Li Yuan killed people, set fires, and scattered ashes, he was a good boy.
Uh, at the very least, he had some compassion.
As an upstanding young man from the twenty-first century, Li Yuan found certain customs of Douluo Continent very hard to get used to.
For instance, he felt extremely uncomfortable with the practice of selling living people as merchandise.
In his previous life, society had not been absolutely fair, but people had at least been relatively equal. At the very least, Li Yuan had never seen a scene like this one before.
So when Fatty Jin casually talked about giving him some girls, Li Yuan instinctively felt displeased—and somewhat frightened.
If, if Li Yuan had not been born with divine strength, had no Soul Power, and was not a Soul Master, his fate might not have been much better than that of these girls being sold as commodities.
Though he was a boy, and his style was rather unusual, so there probably would not be anyone with such bizarre tastes who lusted after his body.
At least Li Yuan did not need to worry about losing his chastity.
But in this era of Douluo Continent, commoners did not have easy lives either. Exploited from all sides, their fates depended entirely on heaven's will. A disaster could strike out of nowhere at any time.
Thinking of this, Li Yuan naturally felt weighed down. To be honest, he truly disliked a world where human lives were as cheap as grass.
But there was nothing he could do. The world was simply like this. Before he had the power to change its rules, Li Yuan could only passively adapt to them.
Thus, after hearing Fatty Jin's words, Li Yuan did not say much. His mood merely sank, to the point