Yan Wei'er, as light as catkins, huddled in a corner of the tent. She stared at the cold-blooded man with vigilant eyes. Under the candlelight, a little bit of bright red oozed from the edge of the man's thin lips, which made the sadness in his eyes even worse.
It was obvious that she had been beaten to death, but it seemed that the man was in agony. She did not hate him, but she was afraid, extremely afraid. She had wandered around the gate of hell not once or twice, but she had never been so scared at this moment.
It was an unknown fear, not as clear as a severe beating. A punch, a kick, a whip, or a stick were all known pains. It was nothing more than broken bones, nothing more than dripping blood, nothing more than the loss of hands and feet.
Nothing more than-----die.
But it's not as scary as it is right now - the fear of the unknown.
Quilenbino hasn't slept since his sister disappeared. He spent several days and nights without thinking about food or food. Every moment, imagination was like a devil torturing his soul, and he was so angry that until tonight, until this moment, that mouth
Yuxuefang spurted out from his mouth.
The smell of blood made him lose his clarity of mind, and the idea of revenge made him crazy. The Yan family had destroyed his sister, and he wanted to destroy the innocence of the Yan family's daughter.
But, how can that be equal! How noble is his Xiao Weiyu, and how can this despicable woman be compared with his sister? Even destroying her a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times is not enough to make up for the loss of his Ji Lian family.
It's not enough to make up for the pain of Ji Lembino.
His Xiao Weiyu has been away from her parents since she was six years old and has been living with him. It was her own request to pursue her elder brother and pester him to teach her how to write and draw.
She said: "My favorite thing in the world is my brother. Neither my father nor my mother care about her. Only my brother is the best." At the age of six, she asked the old housekeeper Hua Muran to take her to Jilian Bino's house.
Around him, Ji Lian Mobei was so angry that he laughed and scolded his son for how he spoiled his sister, stealing his limelight as a father.
It is the emotion of a sister and a daughter.
Jilenbino rushed forward, trying to tear the woman into pieces, but his hands touched her cold skin, which showed no trace of warmth.
It was a woman who wanted to die, and she wanted to die to preserve her innocence. What a beautiful thought! He was so angry that he tore the woman's already damaged clothes with great force. The bright red bellyband was exposed, which was dazzling under the girl's crystal white skin. Her back
The vertical and horizontal blood stains intertwined with the shoulder straps of the bellyband were shocking.
A strong gust of wind blew out the candlelight, and the room became dark. The darkness swallowed up the last bit of Jilianbino's consciousness.
He didn't have time to think about the blood stains, and he pressed heavily on the girl's delicate body. Revenge, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, oozing out bits of deadly venom.
Yan Wei'er was desperate and tried her best to resist, but it was like an egg hitting a stone. She let out whimpering sounds mixed with pleading.
The whimpering and pleading made the cold-blooded man even more crazy.
The collapse of heaven and earth is more terrifying than death and more painful than death.
The cold wind blew through the windows, carrying the smell of death.
Yan Weier opened her eyes wide in the darkness, neither crying nor fussing, nor resisting. The humiliation turned into an invisible rope around her neck, and her naked body slowly cooled in the hands of the cold-blooded man.
Cooling------The body and mind are cooled together.
A fate that cannot be escaped, a fate that is worse than a concubine.
Jilenbino woke up, and underneath him, the little body was slowly getting cold. It was delicate, slender, and as tender as a bud.
He regretted his madness just now, got up, got dressed, took a look at the little face with some mud marks on it, and left without saying a word.
After a while, two elderly women followed the young master into the room, bringing ginger soup and hot water in their hands.
Quilenbino turned his back to the bed tent with a cold face. He remembered that the place where his hand touched just now was full of scars. Those scars were definitely not caused by falling. How did they get there?
"Young master, I fed the ginger soup into this girl's mouth and spit it out again." Mother Chen replied to Jilian Bino with a sad look on her face.
Quilenbino turned around, frowning, and saw that the little face had been washed clean, revealing a pale color, and the lips were also white accordingly.
"Put down the ginger soup, you guys go out first." Jilian Bino's voice was still cold. He originally stretched out his hand to take the ginger soup, but immediately retracted it. Thinking of whether Xiao Weiyu would be treated like this, his heart instantly
Angry again.
In the end, unable to defeat the pale little face in the messy hair, Ji Lianbino still picked up the ginger soup, gently lifted the little body up, and let her lean lightly in his arms.
The body was as light as a paper figure. The ginger soup was fed into the girl's mouth, and after a while, all the liquid flowed out. This was repeated several times.
Ji Lembino had no choice but to put down the bowl and turn the girl's body over. The girl seemed to be in a coma, but her eyes were still open and she was looking at the same place steadily, which was very scary.
Under the candlelight, the girl's bare back was covered with criss-cross scars and her skin was covered with bruises.
Ji Lianbeino couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment, but he actually felt a little distressed. At such a young age... Wei Yu was also the same age. Thinking of this, the trace of distress disappeared without a trace.
Jilenbino quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on the girl's back to unblock the muscles and joints. Sure enough, the girl's head moved and she breathed a sigh of relief, but she kept coughing sharply. Suddenly seeing her naked body, she quickly grabbed her
Covered with quilt.
Yan Wei'er was finally a teenage girl. When she realized that she had been poisoned, she burst into tears and burst into tears. Her voice was frightening to hear in the middle of the night.
Jilianbino breathed a sigh of relief and cried loudly. It was much better than being depressed in his heart. He brought the ginger soup in front of her and ordered: "Drink it all!" He still said in a cold tone.
Yan Wei'er slowly stopped crying, sat up, wrapped the quilt around her body, raised her head and looked at Jilian Bino with murderous intent.
The man who ruined her innocence!
This man is more ferocious than an animal!
She hated this person so much!
"Drink it!" Jilianbino was stunned when he saw that look, and then ordered: "Drink it if you don't want to die in my hands!" With such an explicit threat, he didn't know why he still tried his best to save this person.
girl.
Yan Wei'er turned away, as cold as if no one else existed in this world.
Ji Lianbeino suddenly became angry, and he leaned close to her, pinching her pale little face, which had a trace of blush due to the hatred just now.
He poured ginger soup into Yan Wei'er's mouth, and his concern turned into a kind of abuse. Yan Wei'er still spat out the ginger soup without any appreciation.
With a "bang", the bowl was smashed to pieces by Ji Lianbeino. He waved his hand and wanted to hit that face again, but he held back. He was not sure if the blow would continue. This person's eyes looked fierce and he didn't know what was good or bad.
Will the girl still be alive?
She hated him, it was written clearly in her eyes, without any cover-up.
"The good things your Yan family has done, how many girls are just like you now, and they are miserable. I just want you, the Yan family, to have a taste of this. What? Is this unbearable?" Jilian Bino sneered: "So you guys
The Yan family also knows the pain."
Yan Wei'er felt sad in her heart, how could the Yan family know the pain? It was only her, Yan Wei'er, who was in pain.
If your surname is Yan, you will suffer such a crime. When will she be willing to have a surname of Yan?
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