Qiao Sanlang was not dead for a moment, his trachea was pierced and he couldn't speak, and his lips opened and closed.

After Chuxue pulled back the bamboo pole, he still stood still and reached out to cover Gugu's bloody throat.

Although his lips were speechless, his eyes showed painful feelings!

Why?

Qiao Sanlang asked silently, why?

Aying slowly swallowed her saliva, as if her throat would be pierced by a sharp bamboo pole. She thought tremblingly, "I'll let you go, why don't you go?"

But you can't leave either-

Chuxue chuckled aside: "If you want to blame, blame your good Ah Ying. Now that people are flying up to the branches to be phoenixes, how can these rural gangsters in your village be alive?"

Yes, is that true?

Qiao Sanlang stumbled and fell to the ground, and his blood-stained hands clasped Aying's skirt tightly.

That gorgeous skirt that looked like clouds in the sky, and I had never seen it before.

He grabbed his palm tightly and printed the blood on his palm.

Is that true, Ah Ying?

Shaoyao's words gently blew into Aying's ears: "Aying, why did you let him leave just now?"

Shaoyao's voice is always like this, soft and gentle.

But the needles hidden in cotton are even more sinister.

"He got my skirt dirty."

Of course not like this.

"I've never worn a dress like this."

But I want to survive.

"I don't know that he rushed over like this, it's so scary-"

I want to gain the trust of these people and strive to survive.

I want to make them pay the price!

Then, she lowered her head gently, unconsciously touching Qiao Sanlang's incredibly resentful eyes.

Aying, you are so cruel.

Qiao Sanlang screamed, and his fingers loosened one by one.

He tilted his head and died of anger.

Chuxue came over with gloating. Somehow, she just didn't like Ah Ying.

Hate hate hate hate hate!

Aying hates it so much.

And the reason why she was happy was indeed because she thought she had ruined Aying's beautiful clothes.

Those clothes are so gorgeous. There are not many pieces of this kind of cloud brocade, but they are all so cute.

How much did he do for his master, but what is Aying?

Aying took a deep breath and unconsciously warned herself.

Don't cry, you can't cry.

Ah Ying, you can't shed a tear in front of these people.

You can't show a little sadness, otherwise even if these people don't kill you, they will be more vigilant.

What is it that makes users more uneasy than a person who has resentment and hatred.

You can only pretend to be gentle, well-behaved, weak, and greedy.

In this way, they will look down on you and will not be so careful about you.

Only by gaining their trust can you start when these people are not so careful.

Shaoyao looked at her gentle and pity: "Let's go back and make another beautiful skirt for you."

But I heard a man's indifferent voice in my ears: "Go down!"

Chuxue sneered outside the carriage: "I'm afraid I'm dirty, you're so dirty."

Aying hurriedly got out of the car, even in a little embarrassed.

Tongxiang Hou brushed away the dust that did not exist on his body with some disgust.

A Ying is indeed a commoner. She has a humble background and is even more unbearable. She has such a beautiful appearance and a disgusting heart.

Although those villagers, Tongxiang Hou, was not a human being, Aying had eaten some other people's meals, and was so ruthless and unrighteous.

This kind of dirty woman is still useful because of some plans.

As for Aying, she jumped onto the horse lightly and rode on the horse.

Chuxue treated the same as hers, because she was not worthy of being alone with her master because of the smell of blood after the murder.

The firelight in the distance was still burning, perhaps because I knew what the noble person in the carriage was, and those white-faced ghosts no longer bothered them.

No one knew what Ah Ying had burned out in such a big fire.

She remembered the bowl of rice she ate at Widow Liu's house, rice with meat.

It was a delicious food I hadn't tasted in years.

She forced herself to smile, her eyes filled with sour tears.

She thought that the Bodhisattva still felt pity for her and gave her this opportunity.

Like a dream, Aying also lived the good life she wanted.

It’s really people who cherish her and care about her.

She was so stupid that she thought that the rice symbolized her new life, but all this was fake.

No matter how beautiful the past is, it is like a dream. When you wake up, you will have nothing.

She didn't notice that Chuxue approached her step by step. Suddenly, she raised her hand and several silver needles pierced Aying's body.

Immediately, she suddenly became slightly dizzy in front of her, and then she didn't know the situation!

Perhaps, coma is a good thing for Aying at this moment.

At least you don’t have to face such tragic and sadness!

Aying had a very long dream.

Somehow, Aying dreamed of the young man she saw when she was a child, as if she had heard the melodious and melodious song again.

Aying in the dream actually didn't find it strange.

Every time she feels uncomfortable and can't stand the collapse, she will dream of him-

Then from the dream, she can draw the power of comfort and perseverance.

That he was so handsome and elegant that he seemed like a beautiful dream. He was always wearing a simple blue shirt, but he looked so beautiful.

He has a broad forehead, warm and bright eyes with wisdom and tolerance, and his long eyebrows fly into his sideburns.

His nose bridge is straight, his lips are beautiful, and his facial features are beautiful.

But the most beautiful and exciting thing is his eyes.

Those eyes, as long as you look at you, will make you feel as if you see the sunshine and hope.

What is his name? Aying doesn't know either.

She didn't even know the age of the man.

He does not have the youthfulness of a young man, nor does he have the vulgarity of over-maturity.

When I was eight years old, I met him.

Aying was infected with acne at that time and his whole body was rotten. Before, he was the boss's favorite prop, but Aying, who was infected, had lost all his value.

She was like a broken toy, abandoned by the boss and threw it into the dilapidated temple.

Aying lets her endure hunger, pain, and the stench emitted from her body.

Are you going to die? She thought silently in her heart, and suddenly shed tears silently.

Then when she was half unconscious and half awake, she saw the plain blue shirt.

The voice of a compassionate man was heard in his ear: "Poor child."

It was dark, and the filth and destruction in the ruined temple seemed to be covered by the darkness, but the oil lamp was only caring for, gently reflecting the calm face of the man.

Aying looked at it in a daze, and at first he felt a layer of mist floating in front of her eyes, as if she couldn't see clearly through gauze.

When she finally saw it clearly, she suddenly felt that a warm thing was being fed into her lips, which was a thick ginseng soup.
To be continued...