Chapter 1212 No one in the Duan family treats her well
The body of the black sword was bent into a hook shape, catching Xiaoya's skirt.
Xiaoya panicked, not knowing where she got the strength, and hurriedly hugged the bedpost, her clear eyes filled with stubbornness.
Xiaohun's face turned dark. "Mute girl, let me go immediately, otherwise I will accidentally hurt you. I will be irresponsible."
Xiaoya shook her head with tears in her eyes. She would not give this bastard a chance to threaten the Nine Emperors. She would nip in the cradle all the ways that anyone could harm the Nine Emperors.
"That guy is such a scumbag. He has three wives and four concubines. He deserves to be remembered by you. Please let me go immediately, otherwise I won't be polite."
Xiao Hun was a little anxious, how could this woman be so stubborn? There were many outstanding men known to the Nine Emperors, couldn't she just pick one among them? Even Feng Lianqing from the General's Mansion was much better than this guy, right?
Why did she hang herself from a tree?
"Let go of Ya'er." Duan Qiong finally got up. His face was pale, he coughed dryly, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and staggered towards Xiaohun, "Ya'er won't leave with you."
Xiaohun glanced at Duan Qiong with cold eyes and said, "Go away!"
This sound contained powerful power, which instantly made Duan Qiong feel depressed. Blood sprayed out and fell on the ground bit by bit.
Xiaohun turned to look at Xiaoya, "Will you follow me?"
Xiaoya shook her head desperately, no, she would rather die than follow him.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."
Xiaohun sighed and pointed at the black sword with his eyes.
Black Sword was full of impatience and made a hum of protest.
After all, he is the main one, and the little soul is just the soul of the sword.
But he also understands that no matter how strong Xiaohun is, he can't drag Xiaoya away. He is just a soul.
The black sword let go of Xiaoya's clothes, and with a bang, he hit the back of Xiaoya's head with the blade of the sword.
Xiaoya closed her eyes and fainted.
Black Sword bent his body again, trying to drag Xiaoya out.
"Wait a minute," Xiaohun frowned, "If you do this and that woman sees it, it will definitely involve me and get beaten up by her. She won't hurt you, but she will beat me up."
Black Sword froze obviously, stopped moving, and did not dare to move.
Xiaohun glanced at the trembling maid outside the door, and sneered: "If you don't want to die, get in here immediately, hold her and follow me."
Women are trouble
Especially this mute girl is in great trouble.
The maid walked in quietly. She looked at Xiaohun with panic in her eyes, and she didn't dare to violate anything, so she could only accept her fate and knelt down and picked up Xiaoya from the bed.
A section of Xiaoya's arm was exposed. Only then did he see that in addition to the ruined appearance of this mute girl, not even an inch of skin on her body was intact. It was full of scars, which made people sad to see.
Somehow, seeing Xiaoya's miserable appearance, Xiaohun was in a daze for a moment, with a faint anger in her heart.
Back then, even though he was surrounded by thousands of flowers, at least he kept himself clean and did not go to the final stage with those women. He only wanted to prove his charm by talking to women.
But he hasn't really had a substantial relationship with those women yet, and the friendship between gentlemen has always been as light as water.
It is even more impossible for him to hurt a woman so wantonly.
Women are all delicate flowers, meant to be pampered.