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Lu Wei looked over and saw that it was Ying'er with a round face and round eyes. Her figure was slightly fat and did not conform to the aesthetics of later generations, but her round and round appearance was still lovable today.
At this moment, her eyes were fixed on a woman with a blue complexion and rotten skin on the bed. Tears were falling down, and the remaining hope in her eyes completely disappeared.
Ying'er's guide is a charmer named Fengchun. Among the charmers who are as cunning as a fox, she retains a rare gentleness. Occasionally when she comes back from the island, she will bring some candies for Ying'er to give to her.
Good friends.
Ying'er likes to act coquettishly in her arms.
However, a few months ago, she was on a mission and was poisoned by a poison. She had a chance to save herself, but the poison was highly contagious and easy to fall into. In order to completely unlock the secret of the poison, she voluntarily became the poisonous girl's slave.
Research object.
By the time the Poison Girl discovered the antidote, they had also missed the best opportunity to understand the poison.
Lu Wei remembered the last holiday she saw Feng Chun. She had a forced smile on her lips and an unconcealable emptiness in her eyes, like an old man who was about to die, but she still left her most gentle side to Ying'er, holding her in her arms.
Following her, singing an unknown tune in the wind-swept mountains.
Now Lu Wei knows that because her companion passed away before her, she has lost the courage to continue walking.
Lu Wei really doesn't understand why some human races place their lives on others, just like she doesn't understand Xiao Luo and Xiao Han's obsession with protecting her as their younger sister. Even if they get along day and night, they should see it clearly.
, she is really not a competent sister. She does not have the qualities of a good sister such as being well-behaved, cute, and kind, and sometimes even blatantly instructs and bullies them.
The little demon tilted his head and carefully observed the two people lying on the bed and standing next to them, trying to get sufficient answers from their silent eye contact.
Ying'er had a very close relationship with her guide. Feng Chun almost regarded her as his own daughter. Seeing her dying in front of her, Ying'er couldn't lift the dagger. Soon her clothes were stained with tears and her collar was wet.
She cried silently, and anyone who saw her would inevitably feel empathy, but the person who loved her the most could no longer help her wipe away her sweat and tears with a smile...
The one who led the girls was Wu Gongshou. She drew the sword from her back and her eyes were so cold that she seemed to lack any human emotion.
"You guys go out first." She turned her head and said coldly. The scar across her right eye was twisted and twisted like a real poisonous insect, which was chilling. She held a knife in one arm and stopped it in front of Ying'er's chest.
Ying'er finally came out of her sadness. The cold blade touched the thin dress, making her frightened and panicked, and she sobbed in confusion.
The girls did not dare to disobey Palace Chief Wu's order and left Yinger alone in this cold room. They went out one after another. Their first reaction was to raise their heads and couldn't help but look at the sun high in the sky, feeling the coldness in their bones.
It was just dispersed a little bit.
I don't know how long it took, but Yinger's crying suddenly amplified and then stopped. The door opened, and she walked out in a daze. Her whole body seemed to be bathed in a red waterfall, and there was no clean part of her body.
The man in black who was guarding the door of the courtyard suddenly jumped in front of her and roughly filled her mouth with a black antidote pill. However, Ying'er showed no resistance and stood in the courtyard with a pale face, like a lost cub.
Then, according to their age, the girls walked in one by one, and then walked out with empty expressions, replicating the process of being fed the antidote by the man in black. After all, their bodies were also stained with thicker or lighter blood.
Wu Gongshou leaned against the corner impatiently. Her posture was casual and her momentum was threatening, like a black panther that leaped up to tear its prey at any time. She was already used to what was happening in the room.
These children are too young to understand that sometimes life is worse than death.
On Shinomiya Island, everyone has a pride that is different from those outside the island. There is no distinction between men and women here, and they do not accept the argument that men are superior to women outside the island. Everything is based on strength.
Therefore, the people of Shinomiya Island never bother to commit suicide, let alone die in the hands of enemies with narrow vision.
If they really end up miserable in the future, they would rather let their descendants learn a lesson and die a worthy death.
This is the last thing to do for Shinomiyajima and the children.
When the tenth girl stepped out from the threshold, Palace Chief Wu was about to call people in to clean up the mess. However, the man in black who was accustomed to giving medicine froze in his movements. She then raised her head and glanced with surprise in her eyes.
Different from others, the little girl who had just walked out of the door had picturesque features and exquisite features. She was wearing a light blue skirt that wrapped her petite body. Her eyes were light, and her body was clean, with not a trace of blood stained on her face. She looked like a
The little butterfly flying out of the desolate hell is alive and beautiful.
The head of Wu Palace frowned slightly, adding a touch of sternness to his cold face. She went into the house to check in person. Xu had never hurt anyone. The girls' hands were shaking. The floor and bed were wet, and there was blood everywhere.
Yes, those seniors died a bit unpleasantly.
There was only one corpse, with eyes closed and a relaxed expression, as if it had fallen into a dream from which it would never wake up.
She took a breath through the veil, confirmed that the other party was dead, and immediately observed it with some curiosity.
Obviously, there were no additional fatal injuries on the body, so the girl was not covered in blood. But she was still dead?!
Wu Gongshou looked left and right, but didn't see anything strange, so he simply asked someone to clean up the mess. These corpses would be taken over by the poisonous woman, and the cause of the fatality could always be found.
After being stranded outside the island for a day, the girls returned to the island without stopping.
On the way back, the doors to every room were tightly closed.
Since there weren't many of them, they were able to have a room all to themselves, but no one was happy and no one could sleep.
Lu Wei's five senses were sharp. Along with the sound of the sea breeze at night, she could hear the faint crying in the rooms on both sides, which disturbed her and made it difficult for her to sleep peacefully. Even when she got off the boat, she also had two less obvious dark circles under her eyes.
Xiao Luo and others were very worried. When they learned that the ship was docking during the day, they applied to move the afternoon class to the beach to welcome their returning companions.
Most people have this intention, and Master naturally agrees.
So the moment they saw the ship, the boys rushed over with a heavy heart. They were on good terms and hugged each other, but the relationship was not so harmonious. For the sake of the wife's sake, they were willing to maintain a superficial relationship. Only the four of them, Xiao Luo, did not.
I can wait for Lu Wei’s hug.
They opened their arms worriedly and watched helplessly as the little girl with a haggard face passed by in a hurry and threw herself into the master's arms.
"Mirror, Master, have you brought a mirror?"
"Ah?" Not to mention a few boys, even the master who was born in the Warrior Palace looked confused and subconsciously pulled out the sword from his waist, "I'm all about the blade..."
Before she finished speaking, the little girl stood on tiptoes, used the knife as a mirror, looked at her little face, and said angrily: "I couldn't sleep well for three nights. How can my beautiful face be flawed?!"