The consequence of being smart is to have three meals a day and a night snack. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Snap" the whip on the meat, it will not open the flesh, but it will also make you painful.

"Pop" is like a pinprick at the beginning, and it is red and swollen later, and when it comes to the places where it is beaten at night, it is hot and itchy, especially the ones that are pumped on the face, which makes Ah Ku almost want to scratch his face.

"Pop" Ah Ku's hands and feet were still tied with fairy ropes, just like every day before, shrinking in a corner of the carriage, calmly, calmly looking at Xu Lao Er who was throwing a whip outside the carriage.

"Bang" Xu Lao Er was still full of anger, except for the first day when he hit her, he was grinning, and every day after that, he became more and more angry.

"Smack" Even if the leather whip is thrown on the face, Ah Ku is still like a wooden doll, his eyes don't blink, as if he can't feel pain at all.

"Bang" She just looked at Xu Lao Er so fixedly, steadily, as if she was looking at him, like looking at the blue sky behind him, and sometimes like looking at her father-killing enemy.

"Slap" Xu Lao Er had to admit that this girl's eyes made people panic.

"Smack" so he got angry and got angrier.

Why "pop"?

"Smack" is obviously him beating her!

"Smack" makes it look like she's pumping him!

"No more fighting!" Xu Lao Er angrily threw the leather whip in Ah Ku's face and threw his sleeves away.

The slight blood stained on the leather whip rubbed on Ah Ku's face, and there was a faint smell of rust that Ah Ku was familiar with.

It wasn't until he confirmed that Xu Lao Er had left the carriage far enough that Ah Ku allowed himself to show some painful expressions.

How can it not hurt?

Ah Ku sneered in his heart.

She's not made of wood.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down her forehead, and her face was already pale like a ghost.

The whole body is hot, there is no place that does not hurt, there is no place that does not hurt.

If she continues to fight like this every day, maybe one day she will really die.

Ah Ku suppressed the blood rolling in his heart, reversed the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and suppressed the boiling blood qi in his body little by little.

She couldn't help but be glad, fortunately she had changed the fairy bones, plus she had been eating, sleeping and exercising in Qingyuan for more than a year, her body was already very solid, even if Xu Lao Er ate three meals a day and supper, he couldn't break her.

It's a pity that his Qingyuan Dao robe has been whipped and almost rotten into strips of cloth.

After going back, will Yuanjun give himself new clothes to wear?

Bitter's eyes began to have tears.

On the days when I was beaten, my head was always very clear.

After that, it had been ten days.

She didn't know where she was now, and she didn't know if Master and her cousin could find her before she was killed or sold, all she knew was that the wagon, the poaching party, seemed to have been wandering back and forth in the deserted mountain roads.

It's like avoiding some people, going back and forth.

Most of them stayed in the suburbs, and when they actually got to the town, the young man named Peanut would stuff Aku's mouth tightly with a strip of cloth, or directly drug her food to make her fall asleep.

Drug, Ah Ku can smell it himself.

But the rice mixed with drugs, Ah Ku had to eat it.

The bundle of immortal ropes can not only bind the cultivators below the immortal monarch, but also automatically absorb the qi in the body of the bound person, making people soft.

Especially after Ah Ku was beaten every day, this role was even more obvious.

So she can't skip eating, otherwise she won't even have the strength to open her eyes and stare at Xu Er.

There was the familiar sound of footsteps outside the carriage, and with it, the smell of the oily stars, it seemed that it was time to eat three times a day again.

Peanut climbed into the carriage as usual, appeared with a plate of vegetables, walked in as usual, and squatted down an arm's length away from Ah Ku as usual. It took a few steps to climb into the carriage, a few steps to sit down, and a few breaths to pick up the bowl and spoon, day after day, time after time, exactly the same, nothing changed.

He must be a very rigid person, Ah Ku thought to himself, otherwise he wouldn't even walk and sit so well.

Ah Ku still looked at Peanut coldly, as every day before, vigilant and observing.

Everyone here is an enemy of Ah Ku, and even if he looks thin and weak, there is no guarantee that he will not stab Ah Ku to death.

Peanut didn't look at her, nor did he talk to her, he put away the leather whip on Ah Ku's body, put it at his side, picked up the rice bowl and wooden spoon as usual, and fed Ah Ku as usual.

Ever since Ah Ku shook his hands for the first time and accidentally dropped the bowl, he began to feed her spontaneously and spontaneously.

Ah Ku didn't ask why, and he didn't explain.

Normally, two people sit quietly like this, one feeds, one eats, one only looks at the bowl and does not look at it, and the other stares at the teenager opposite.

Ah Ku opened his mouth and swallowed the vegetable porridge fed by the boy in one gulp.

The porridge is warm and cooked.

Whether a person's mind is meticulous or not can often be clearly seen from the trivial matter of feeding porridge.

Peanuts circled along the edge of the old bowl, scooped out a spoonful of porridge, gently placed it on Ah Ku's mouth, waited for her to open her mouth, and then raised her hand slightly to feed the porridge.

The strength is not heavy, and there is no urgency.

This person is actually quite good, if it were Ah Ku who was him, he would have wished that she had eaten it earlier, and stuffed the porridge into her mouth with a roar.

After all, he was never kind to him, and he just had to make sure that he didn't starve to death, and he didn't need to put so much effort into taking care of himself.

This person is also an unusual existence among poachers, who does not know martial arts, has never cultivated Taoism, and is only responsible for laundry, cooking, and cleaning up sundries.

The body is not good, and the personality is quite cowardly, in a group of strong men, it is inevitable that he will be treated as a punching bag.

Ah Ku once wanted to talk to him, when he inadvertently saw the bruises and scars under his narrow sleeves.

It's a pity that he brought Ah Ku a bowl of porridge with ingredients at that time, so she directly dispelled this idea.

It's just a passerby, and even if there is communication, it doesn't necessarily change anything.

She's a prisoner, he's a bandit.

She is a fish, and he is a sword.

She may be sold, she may be beaten to death by Xu Laoer, or she may be poisoned to death by this seemingly gentle and harmless young peanut.

So, it's just a passerby, there's no need, is it?

A bowl of vegetable porridge, no more, no less, will soon be exhausted.

Peanut, as every time in the past ten days, packed up the dishes and chopsticks, took the leather whip, and bent down and walked out.

Waiting for him to disappear from view, he closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Mobilizing the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the immortal qi attached to the immortal bone began to flow slowly.

These immortal qi converge along the Tianjun to the dantian, and the dantian mouth is like an hourglass, condensing the invisible qi into soft and white fine sand, which is sprinkled on the original bright sand in the dantian little by little.

"Cough cough cough" A strong sense of restraint came from his hands and feet, and the bundle of immortals noticed the abnormal movement of the immortal qi in Ah Ku's body, and began to strengthen the block.

The strength in his body was sucked clean all of a sudden, Ah Ku trembled, leaned softly on the corner of the carriage, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the carriage and the same as Qingyuan Mountain, and finally couldn't help it, bit his lip, and cried silently.