The man next to him grabbed him: "Okay, Old Zhao! Don't beat him to death. Don't you still have to 'voluntarily' commit suicide?"
Old Zhao sneered again and again: "What's the matter, do you still have to support her as an ancestor? It's as good as voluntary after being subdued! I want to see if the bones of this little girl's skin are strong enough!!" As he said that, he kicked her again.
Chen Muxue rolled over, and the cloth in her mouth fell down. Her stiff cheeks slowly relaxed, and her tears and nose flowed wildly.
The man smacked his feet again, and Chen Muxue screamed, saying: "Help! Help!!"
Someone was riding a horse not far away and passed by. Hearing the sound, he couldn't help but hesitate. He dismounted, trotted over, glanced at it, and said, "What are you doing? Little girl, are you okay?"
"Damn it!!" The people from Duandao Sect couldn't bear it anymore and cursed one after another.
This has happened several times along the way! How come they don’t know there are so many nosy people in the world?!
If the two sides disagree, it will lead to a chaotic fight.
Chen Muxue lay on the ground, desperately opening her eyes in the dim dusk, trying to see clearly what was happening in front of her.
Her heart was beating fast, and she had a strong and joyful intuition, as if something good was about to happen.
She stared so hard that she finally saw clearly.
The person who came was dressed in smart clothes and was very young. He should be just a young man, but he was beautiful, with starry eyes, and seemed to have a very lively temper. While beating him, he kept talking: "Little girl, are you okay?
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Chen Muxue said subconsciously: "I, I'm okay."
"Well," the young man said with a smile, "that's good, I mean, you guys are not kidnappers, right? Hey, don't worry..."
He dodged dangerously and said: "You are nothing but kidnappers. The little girl is obviously a wealthy lady. You look like bandits..."
Chen Muxue tried her best to turn her head on the dirt and looked expectantly.
She couldn't see or understand clearly, but he could still speak, so he should be fine, right?
She was extremely anxious. She wanted to say: Stop talking and kill them quickly, kill them all, kill them all...
At this time, the people at Broken Blade Sect had already noticed something was wrong, and several people moved this way, wanting to take Chen Muxue away first.
Chen Muxue only felt that these people were getting closer and closer, almost stepping on her head. She tried her best to hide back. In her anxiety, she couldn't help but murmured: "Hurry up, hurry up, kill quickly."
Got them..."
The way he hit him with a smile reminded her of Xu Liangjin, and she couldn't help but feel irritated.
Several people were still beating them, and the young man suddenly screamed in pain and was knocked to the ground. He couldn't get up for a while. The old Zhao went up and kicked him, and someone next to him jumped at him with a knife. The young man rolled around on the ground.
Being kicked, he groaned in pain again.
Chen Muxue's eyes opened wide, and she saw that he had almost rolled into her arms, and their faces were only an inch apart!
The young man blinked at her with one eye, but unfortunately in the darkness, she didn't see it at all.
Seeing that he was knocked down, Chen Muxue was extremely disappointed and couldn't help crying: "Trash, trash, trash... why are you such a trash! Why did you show up when you couldn't save me!! Trash, trash, trash..."
The young man's hand had already reached out unprepared, and the short blade hidden in his hand cut off a rope on her body. He was about to cut the second rope when he suddenly stopped.
He looked at Chen Muxue, who was crying and scolding him, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Lao Zhao rushed over and kicked him again. The young man suddenly grabbed his calf, jumped up suddenly, and made a circle with his body, forcing everyone away.
One of them was unable to stop himself in time, and the tip of the knife passed through his neck, cutting off half of his head at that time.
The young man had already thrown him out and hit Chen Muxue.
Chen Muxue screamed in pain when she was hit, and the next moment, warm blood spattered out, all over her face.
As everyone screamed, the young man took the opportunity to turn around and run away, disappearing into the night like flying, leaving only a murmur: "You still can't show your good intentions..."
He came inexplicably and left inexplicably. The people in Duandaomen were shocked. It took a while before they remembered: "Old Zhao!!"
Lao Zhao had already died on the spot, and several others were also injured.
These people didn't dare to stay any longer, so they casually grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into Chen Muxue's mouth, and continued on their way in the car.
After traveling day and night for three days, we found a deserted house to stay.
Both Chen Muxue and Qin Zhong were dying more often than they were alive. The Duandaomen people found a sister-in-law to take care of them, and they didn't have time to rest. They had to go outside to set up a suspicious formation in case there were pursuers.
Chen Muxue stayed in the mezzanine of the carriage for three days. She only ate a little bit of food a day, and her cheeks were covered with blood stains. She was completely groggy. Her sister-in-law couldn't bear to see her, so she gave her a bath, changed her clothes, and slowly...
I rubbed her numb hands and feet, but I couldn't call a doctor, so I could only endure it slowly.
Fortunately, the people at Duandaomen were also tired. They had been busy for a day and were resting when they came back. No one paid attention to her for two days in a row.
It wasn't until the third day that anyone came, but Chen Muxue was still unconscious, and no threats or persuasion were needed. The people from Duandaomen pinched her but didn't wake her up. They were afraid of torturing her to death, so they let her go temporarily.
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After he left, the aunt came in and whispered: "He's gone."
Chen Muxue slowly opened her eyes and touched the person whose fingernails were pinched out. Hatred flashed through her eyes. When she raised her head again, she looked pitiful again: "Thank you, auntie."
"Oh, no need to thank me," the aunt sighed: "I can't help you much, I can only delay it for a few days... to see if your family will come to save you."
Chen Muxue said anxiously: "Auntie, can you send a message for me? I am the young lady of Uncle Cheng'en's Mansion..."
"I'm sorry," the aunt said, "They are all desperadoes, I'm just a cook, I don't dare... I'm sorry."
Chen Muxue cried and held her hand: "Please, aunt, when I escape, my father will thank you heavily."
"I'm sorry," the aunt lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I really don't dare."
She felt very guilty, pulled her hand away, and left in a hurry.
Chen Muxue leaned back in despair.
Qin Zhong was lying next to her, even more embarrassed than she was, and hummed in a low voice: "Will your father come to save you? What sweet dream are you having? If your father really loves you, will he give you to me?"
The eunuch is most afraid of ghosts and gods. Even if he is about to die now, he does not dare to hate Shen Zhoujin. He puts all his hatred on her and speaks without any courtesy: "It's just a hairless pheasant, and it's trying to catch someone's real phoenix."
! Even the great martial arts masters don’t have to do it themselves. Just say something and countless people will come to deal with you! You can just die yourself, but you have also implicated our family. We can’t wait to beat your muscles and rip you off.
The skin..."
He kept scolding, but Chen Muxue turned a deaf ear.
Outside, a child who looked about ten years old was picking up branches in the yard, but his movements became slower and slower. Finally, he simply stood in the corner of the room and listened. His big eyes were inappropriate for his age.
anger.
The half-male, half-female voice in the room gradually merged with the voice in his memory.
The little boy looked gloomy.
He walked around to the other side of the room, raised his hand with a cold expression, and silently pressed his small palm against the wall.