Some people stopped on the roadside and looked at the woman sitting on the roadside crying and laughing. They all shook their heads and sighed, "Such a beautiful little girl is actually crazy..."
Yan Xiaoyu huddled on the side of the road, holding the urn tightly with both hands, her clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, her cheek pressed against the urn, babbling, her smile as bright as a cherry blossom.
There were already people gathered around, including a few arrogant gangsters. When they saw Yan Xiaoyu like this, they stepped forward with a lewd smile. One of them raised Yan Xiaoyu's chin and stroked her chin frivolously with his index finger.
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Yan Xiaoyu didn't feel the danger at all, she just smiled at him with a beautiful smile. She pointed to the jar in her arms, "Xiao Ninglan is asleep, let's not wake him up. He is so hard and lonely..."
The leader of the gangster smiled lewdly, and he stroked her cheek even more wantonly, "I am also very lonely, why don't I have this little beauty accompany me!"
Yan Xiaoyu puffed up her mouth and shook her head in an attempt to shake off his hairy hands, but the gangster's hands increased the force. Yan Xiaoyu screamed in pain, and there was a burst of laughter nearby.
She held the jar and looked at the ruffian with clear eyes filled with tears. The ruffian stretched out his hand to throw away the jar in her hand. When his hand came close to the jar, Yan Xiaoyu suddenly screamed and she bit the ruffian's hand.
Blood flowed out from the seam of her lips, and the gangster's face turned pale in pain. The other hand slapped Yan Xiaoyu's small face fiercely. Yan Xiaoyu was slapped to the ground, and then she relaxed.
A string of blood beads dripped on the snow. Yan Xiaoyu sobbed and took a few steps back holding the jar. Her cheeks were swollen and the corners of her lips were cracked. The gangster covered her hands and looked at Yan Xiaoyu ferociously, almost biting her teeth.
Cut off his hand.
The people nearby didn't want to meddle in other people's business and had dispersed. Only the bold ones looked at each other from a distance. The gangsters became even bolder. They grabbed Yan Xiaoyu's collar and dragged her to a remote alley.
Yan Xiaoyu kept screaming, leaving a long drag mark on the snow, but she still refused to let go of her hand holding the urn.
In the alley, Yan Xiaoyu's bun was messy and her delicate face was covered with snow. She pulled her hair with her hands, took a few steps back and huddled in the corner holding the jar while the gangster began to take off her clothes.
Yan Xiaoyu was still holding the jar blankly, smiling stupidly with her cracked and bruised mouth. Her ears were close to the urn, as if listening to something. When she raised her head, the ruffian had fallen at her feet without any warning.
Yes, he fell there with his eyes open.
Yan Xiaoyu chuckled. She held the urn in one hand and fiddled with the gangster's body on the ground with the other. His eyes were wide open, staring at Yan Xiaoyu as if he was not dead.
Yan Xiaoyu took a few steps back in fright. She looked around, and when she found no one around, she stood up, hugged the urn and left.
From then on, on the road from Wuyue Kingdom to Xiliang, there was a crazy girl dressed in red. Her appearance was unparalleled, especially her big black eyes, which were as smart as a fairy.
No one knows the origin of this woman, nor why she always holds a jar, but everyone knows that anyone who wants to get close to this woman will definitely die.
On the border of Xiliang, Qinzhou, Yan Xiaoyu's shoes have been worn so that her toes are exposed. She has walked too much in the past month, and her hair is messy and messy. But her face, because of her thinness, is becoming more and more stunning.
Her hair was messy and there was still straw in her hair. She was babbling away with the jar in her arms. When she saw a place selling food, she stopped and looked pitifully at the steamed buns that had just come out of the cage.
Seeing how pitiful she was, the boss reached out to take the urn in her hand, "Girl, sit down and have a rest."
Yan Xiaoyu screamed when she saw her boss touching the urn. The boss retracted his hand in fright. She blinked her big watery eyes and looked at him again.
The boss sighed and picked up a steaming bun from the cage, "Girl, eat one..."
Yan Xiaoyu looked at the boss timidly and took a few steps back in fear. The boss shook his head helplessly and wanted to persuade her, but found that Yan Xiaoyu had already stretched out her dirty hand. She tentatively touched the bun.
When he found that the boss had no intention of taking it back, he snatched it away forcefully.
She ate hungrily, her timid big eyes still staring at the boss. Seeing that she finished eating quickly, the boss took out another one and handed it to her.
Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and walked away, looking back at the boss every three steps until she turned the corner and could no longer see him.
The elderly boss shed tears. This little girl saw how it was so heartbreaking. He wiped away his tears and packed up the stall. Suddenly, a bag of silver fell from the sky. He looked up at the sky, but found something.
nothing.
By the river, Yan Xiaoyu wanted to drink water. She held the urn in one hand and water in the other, but the water slipped through her fingers. When she brought the water close to her lips, it had completely drained out. She was stunned.
He looked at his hands, then at his reflection in the water, his black and white eyes blinking...
Then she leaned over holding the urn and wanted to put her mouth in the river, but she couldn't bend down holding the urn. A group of children behind her passed by with bamboo poles and shouted, "Crazy, crazy, that
There's a madman over there."
Some children picked up stones and threw them at Yan Xiaoyu. Yan Xiaoyu turned around aggrievedly and looked at the group of children with her mouth curled up. The children laughed even louder, and the leader even hit Yan Xiaoyu with a bamboo pole.
Yan Xiaoyu was beaten until she cried, but she still held the urn tightly in her hands to prevent their bamboo poles from falling on the urn. A stone the size of an egg hit her forehead, and blood flowed out, covering her face.
yes.
She was hit so hard that she cried loudly, and the children laughed and walked away. She was the only one crying like a child by the river. The cold river water splashed on her feet, and her exposed toes already had frostbite.
She had cried enough, hugged the urn, sniffed, and then leaned over, ready to try to drink water, but no matter what, the water was always out of reach.
There were two more hands beside her cheeks. Those hands were slender and fair. Only the thumbs and index fingers had thin calluses. They were a pair of hands used to holding swords, and they were also very beautiful hands. She looked at the hands in a daze, holding a cup in the center of the hand.
A pool of clear water reflected her beautiful but embarrassed face.
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PS: The beginning of this chapter is tomorrow’s update. Seeing the lively discussions among the sisters in the group, I couldn’t wait to post it.