Starting from the lost battle array marksmanship, Li Shixin has entered the system skill dream three times. Li Shixin is used to the feeling after entering the dream.

In such dreams, he is a soul that dwells in the shell of someone else. No matter what happens, there's no way to control it. In the dream of skills, the only thing you can do is to be the purest spectator through the perspective of the owner of the dream.

"Lai San'er, you've thought about it. Don't sell your daughter on the front foot, and regret it on the back foot. As soon as this book is established, your daughter is a member of our family class, and she has nothing to do with you. Until the end of the closing period, whether life or death, we are all in the family class, and it has nothing to do with you anymore. ”

"Boss Cheng, you can do well, this girl sells to you, she has a place to eat, and she doesn't have to go to the kiln to be belittled, and she is much more blessed than following me to suffer hardships and sins. What about me...... Hehe, you can also fall a few pieces of ocean for a few days, isn't it...... Boss Cheng, don't worry, I signed this certificate today, my daughter is yours, even if I die on the street in the future, I will never come to block the troupe!"

"I'm afraid the kiln can't give you five oceans, right?"

"Hey...... Boss Cheng, let you say this, I am her father after all!"

After a while, the old voice sounded again.

"Cheng, take a pen and paper. ”

As a burst of pen and ink fell on the paper, the old voice sang loudly;

"Today, there is Lai Yuzhu, Lai San'er, and he is willing to sell his only daughter Lai Xiaoyue as a price to Wu Yuan to learn art in the family class, and the special Guan Shu is the proof. Seven years of art study and three years of art. During the study of art, food and clothing are provided by the class....... Punishment and punishment, not to death. However, natural disasters and man-made disasters, cars and horses trampled on horses, threw themselves into the river to find wells, and committed suicide by hanging beams. Lai San'er, let's draw a charge. ”

"Hey, good, good. I paint, I paint. ”

"Look, these five oceans. ”

"Yo! Thank you, Boss Cheng!"

With a jingle of silver dollars and the crunch of being counted repeatedly, the girl was slapped from behind.

"Girl, from now on, you will be blessed! Listen to the words of the class master here, and learn the arts, ah!"

With the man's admonition, the girl whose eyes were always locked on the blue brick in front of her finally raised her head.

Looking at the man with a thin face and black bags under his eyes, he smiled awkwardly, holding the silver dollar in his hand and falling away, the girl wiped her tears.

In front of her, a man in his fifties, who was called "class master" by his father, indifferently put away the paper and slowly walked in front of her.

The next moment, the girl's jaw was pinched tightly.

As if inspecting the animals, he looked at it.

"Yo, this girl is really handsome. Not to mention, just this face is a good embryo of Hua Dan!"

A woman who didn't know her identity shouted with surprise.

The other voice sighed.

"Listening to the drama is listening to things, and only when there are things can someone hold them to become a corner. The face is too good-looking, and people just look at the face and don't look at the stuff. This face is a good job in the kiln, and in our pear orchard, I am afraid that it is a basket for disaster. ”

In the midst of the discussion of others, the class leader let go of the big pincer-like hand.

"Girl. The family class is not a place to do good deeds, your father sold you here, and I have to earn back those five silver dollars from you. From Ming'er, you start with swords and horses. ”

In the girl's confused gaze, a voice exclaimed.

"Class master, this girl is twelve or thirteen, and her figure is almost complete. At this age, the martial arts work of learning swords and horses is a personal life!"

"Where is your mouthy! Our family class is the Kun class, and the team is full of girls from apprentices to corners. But in the end, we are a troupe, not a kiln! The things handed down by our ancestors are not picked up by selling skin and flesh, but passed down! If we have a good face, we have to train our muscles and bones! Otherwise, we will make money by selling laughter and meat?"

With a loud shout from the class owner, the girl fell in the troupe.

In a state of confusion, the girl ate the fullest meal she had eaten in nearly two years, and was washed with hot water and cleansed.

Then, they were crammed into a cramped, stuffy, smelly room.

There was only one bunk, but there were rooms for twenty or thirty people, and as the girl came in, many pairs of eyes converged.

"Yo, I heard that there was a newcomer in the team this afternoon. I didn't expect to be a beauty!"

"Huh, I'm afraid it's not a young lady from a big family, right? Look at this face, it's as tender as an egg. ”

"With this face, why don't you go to the kiln?"

Amid the chatter of a group of sisters and sisters, the girl lowered her head in a panic.

It seems that it is rare to have an interesting new thing, and in the face of the new girl, the Chase shop is boiling.

"Hey, what's your name?"

In a mocking laugh, a figure neatly turned a somersault, jumped down from the Chase bunk, and suddenly stood in front of the girl.

Looking at the dirty feet, the girl buried her head deeper.

"My name is Lai Xiaoyue...... But the head of the class said, I can't call my original name from now on. I have to call, I have to call the full moon...... Cheng Yingyue ......"

"I know, I know, in the future, we will call you Xiaoyue. Hey, the class leader said that he didn't say what you were studying, you have such a face, I'm afraid you want to learn Hua Dan, right?"

"The head of the class said, tell me to start learning martial arts and working in a fighting frame and learning swords and horses tomorrow. ”

As the girl replied timidly, the chattering Chase Shop fell silent.

In an eerie silence, the girl standing in front of her slowly returned to the shop, kicked away the two sisters with her dirty feet, and freed up the spacious kang head.

Then, he pulled the girl who lowered her head and didn't dare to look at people to the bunk and helped her spread out the old set of luggage.

"Sleep, get a good night's sleep. From tomorrow, you will never have such a good life again. ”

"Why?"

"You'll know tomorrow. ”

"What's your name?"

"You just follow this group of dead girls and call me Sister Yun. ”

"Sister Xiaoyun, is it hard to learn the knife Ma Dan?"

"Don't ask, you shouldn't come. Bai has such a good face, and he didn't go to the kiln to enjoy Qingfu. ”

In Xiaoyun's complicated gaze, which could not be said to be sympathy or self-pity, the girl buried her head in the quilt.

She wanted to cry, but listening to the whispers of her peers on the side, she felt that it was much better than the dilapidated home that was about to be smashed by her father who was addicted to smoking.

This idea was not shattered until the next day.

You are a newcomer, and you have to resist your waist in this first level. Come, put your right leg on the stool. ”

In the courtyard, under all the gaze, the girl raised her legs in a daze and put them on the bench.

Before she could react, the master who taught kung fu pressed her against the wall, then lifted her ankle and lifted it!

Boom!

With a crunch of bones, the pain exploded from the girl's waist.

"Ah!!!h

On the side, looking at the girl's waist that twisted in an instant, everyone in the yard shivered fiercely.

"Haven't you seen a bar? Do you want to be beaten by the board? Go back to practice!"

With a loud shout from the class master, a group of girls dispersed quailly. In the silent courtyard, the noise of children practicing their voices immediately sounded.

Looking at the girl who was sweating profusely and screaming in pain, the class owner picked up a ring ruler.

"Shut up!"

Syllable.

One foot down, the skin opens and the flesh opens.

The pain was even more painful, and the girl stopped screaming.

"The play is a bitter worm, and it can't be fought unless it is fought. From now on, I don't want my flesh to suffer, no matter how bitter and painful it is, I have to endure it!"

With the girl's trembling perspective, Li Shixin, who also felt the pain in his heart, sighed.

Another miserable man.

(End of chapter)