Chapter 487: The Daughter of the Deceased
The miserable howl sounded, Hua Jincheng squeezed the handle of the umbrella, and his whole heart trembled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
This time is different from the last time, in the hands of Zoan, at least her life is not in danger, but if it falls into the hands of this group of people, I don't know what will be waiting for her.
"You slut!"
The young man gritted his teeth, he covered his eyes, and a thin needle on them trembled.
"I advise you not to act rashly." Hua Jincheng leaned back against the horse and forced himself to calm down, "That needle is poisonous in it." ”
"Stinky bitch, don't hand over the antidote yet!"
"It's very easy to find an antidote, tell me who that lady is and when she came here"!
Hua Jincheng took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve pocket, "Otherwise, I'll destroy things!" ”
"You dare!"
The young man gritted his teeth and said viciously.
"You can try, of course, you can also let them rob it, I'm a weak woman, I probably can't resist."
Hua Jincheng uncorked the porcelain vase, "Do you want to gamble?" Is it you guys who move faster, or mine who moves faster! ”
"You ......"
The young man was speechless, and a few people who were about to move also stopped, after all, no one knew what kind of poison she was in, and they didn't know what else would come out of that umbrella, if it was for a large sum of money, then the villain would do it, but unfortunately it was just a woman, thankless, and no one would easily be a treacherous person for such a thing.
"She came here three months ago, and her whereabouts are erratic, and we only know that this is where she stays, and nothing else is clear."
The middle-aged man who spoke earlier said, "What else does the girl want to know?" ”
She ...... How do you introduce yourself? Hua Jincheng's eyes were slightly complicated.
"My husband and children died in a flood."
"Kid? Male or female? ”
"It's a boy, just ten years old."
"Ten years old." Hua Jincheng suddenly wanted to laugh.
'Someone is coming. A voice in his head made Hua Jincheng slightly distracted, and the young man saw this opportunity, and rushed towards Hua Jincheng with an arrow step, grabbing her wrist with one hand and choking her neck with the other.
Hua Jincheng was in pain, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground with a click.
"Stinky biaozi, you dare to design a master."
The young man sneered, snatched the porcelain vase in her hand, and slapped Hua Jincheng in the face.
Hua Jincheng snorted, her cheeks quickly swollen, but she didn't react, her solemn gaze looked in the direction where she came, where it seemed that a shadow was slowly approaching.
Bai Rou ...... Mother......
Hua Jincheng's eyes were slightly red, he originally thought that he was dead, but he didn't expect that he would appear in front of him today.
The placket was torn open with a thud, Hua Jincheng's eyes quickly expanded, and a sharp blade slipped out of the cuff and stabbed fiercely towards the young man's chest, "Get out!" ”
Although the young man dodged in time, he still saw blood, "Bastard! ”
He gritted his teeth and looked at Hua Jincheng's gaze hideous.
"Stop!" The people who flashed over quickly were a group of black, black gauze masked, and the only bright color was the blush on the eyebrows.
Hua Jincheng's lips moved, but she didn't say anything, she just pinched the dagger, her body slid down, and sat on the cold and dirty ground, tears flowed out of her eyes, "Mother-"
Although she couldn't see that face clearly, she couldn't admit that she was wrong with that kind of eyebrow and that feeling, Bai Rou, it turned out that she was really not dead.
Hua Jincheng suddenly cried, the tears came unexpectedly, she had imagined such a scene many times, but she never thought that she would cry, she would cry like a child in front of this person.
After all, she may be the driving force behind all this.
"You've mistaken someone." The woman's expression was cold, and there was no emotion in those eyes.
"Yes." Hua Jincheng looked up at her, she looked very seriously, as if she wanted to completely engrave that shadow in her soul, "That's wrong, if you can see someone similar to her in this life, Jincheng will not be in vain in this life, sorry, madam, bother." ”
She reached out and held the umbrella that fell next to her in her palm, and stood up tremblingly, the sadness and despair in her peach blossom eyes were clearly imprinted in the woman's eyes.
"Since it's not Madame's daughter, shouldn't we be at our disposal?"
The wounded man spoke in a deep voice, in a low tone, as if he was about to eat someone.
"What if I say no?"
The woman's eyes are not good.
"Madame, you don't seem to be in accordance with the rules."
"She is a descendant of my deceased, so you can't touch her, I will naturally settle the person, you all go back first." The woman said coldly.
"Descendants of the dead."
Hua Jincheng smiled, the sadness in her eyes faded, she looked sideways at the young man, "In fact, there is no poison on the needle, the real poison is the pill, you look at your chest now, has it begun to turn black?" ”
She raised her hand and touched her cheek, it hurt, but it didn't hurt more than her heart, she was really dead now, with these outlaws, even if she was still the same Bai Rou she used to be, so how much could she keep it?
This group of people really has no conscience.
The young man tore open his clothes as he said, and saw that the place on his chest was indeed a little black, "Antidote...... Forehead ......"
Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide with resentment and anger.
is not blind, but Hua Jincheng's heart does not have the slightest wave.
"You're killing yourself!"
The woman said angrily.
"Whatever, I didn't think I'd go back alive anyway."
Hua Jincheng smiled, unhurriedly took out the fire fold, a plate of incense, and a small iron plate from the cuff, she lit the incense, put it on the iron plate, and took out a few paper bags and placed them one by one.
"So how much do you think it's poison and how much is spice?" The smile on Hua Jincheng's face deepened a little, and she raised her eyes to look at the person who was about to move.
The men looked at each other, then stepped back in unison.
The unknown is always the most terrifying, and no one knows what Hua Jincheng will do.
Crazy people are not terrible, fools are not terrible, the most terrible are only those normal people who are not even afraid of death, because they are crazy, they are stupid, they are just as smart, smart enough to know how to pull more people to bury themselves.