"Miss......"

Xia Mei looked at Murong who was desperately beating her with fear in her eyes, and the words that came out of her mouth looked so weak and pale.

Xia Mei couldn't stop Murong, the current Murong was a shrew, a madman, and she only knew that the person in front of her wanted her to die.

"You speak! Little slut, you speak! ”

Murong hit Xia Mei harder and harder on the head, face, body, and again until Murong had no strength to fight.

"Miss...... Stop it...... I didn't have ......"

Xia Mei's eyes were full of gold stars, the thin veil on her face was knocked to the ground, and the hideous and interlaced pink tender flesh on her cheeks was spread, and there were traces of blood hanging on it.

"Don't you dare? What else would you not dare? ”

"Miss, there really isn't, the slave doesn't dare to ......"

Xia Mei, who was sore, hurriedly crawled to Murong's feet, reached out and grabbed the corner of the clothes of the person in front of her, crying and begging Murong not to beat her again.

Murong glared, shook off Xia Mei's hand, raised his foot and stepped on the white hand on the ground, his eyes were full of resentment, and his mouth spit out vicious words: "Today, I will abolish your hand again, see what else you can do as a wasted person!"

"No, miss...... No...... The slave knows that she is wrong......"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Xia Mei's forehead, and the pain in her right hand made her grit her teeth, the blue tendons on her neck burst out, and her whole face turned red.

Murong grinded hard, grinding Xia Mei's hand under his feet little by little, a triumphant smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge.

"Does it hurt? Xia Mei, if you beg for mercy, I'll let you go! ”

Xia Mei, who was lying on the ground covered in dust, gritted a mouthful of silver teeth: "Miss...... I was wrong, let me go......"

"Be louder, let me hear it again?"

The movements under his feet did not stop, and Murong used all the strength of his body on the foot that stepped on Xia Mei's hand, and then taking advantage of that strength, Murong squatted down and raised his eyebrows to look at Xia Mei who looked pained.

Xia Mei almost vomited blood: "Miss, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore...... Let...... Leave me alone......"

"Don't let me know you have anything wrong with me!"

"Yes......"

Xia Mei, who was disheveled, lay on the ground in embarrassment, the corners of Murong's mouth rose, a smile was raised, and she got up and took away the foot that was stepping on it, Xia Mei felt that the strength in her hand had finally disappeared, and her heart was relieved, and she couldn't stand it and fainted.

"Waste."

Murong glanced coldly at Xia Mei, who was motionless on the ground, spit out a mouthful of spit out rather unfortunately, kicked away Xia Mei's bloodstained right hand, and walked out on his own.

Xia Mei, who was in a coma, was in a state of confusion, and vaguely felt that someone had lifted her out and rubbed medicine on her hands.

I looked at Xia Mei, who Xiaomi's painstaking efforts brought back from the side yard, and asked Xiaomi: "Why did you go out and come back with a big living person?"

Xiaomi dragged Xia Mei on the ground, sweated profusely and took the medicine, and then said, "I felt that Miss used her, so I brought her back."

I walked over slowly, looking down at Xia Mei on the ground like a mess of mud, but after a month, Xia Mei turned out to be like this.

The knife on my face is as good as my burns, and the pink flesh and sallow face make people feel a chill in their backs when they look at it.

"What's going on with her face?"

Xiaomi shook her head: "I don't know, when I found her today, she was like this, the first time I saw her, she was wearing a veil."

"I've seen it before, but I don't know who is so ruthless and cuts people's faces like this with a knife."

My tone was full of regret, and my fingers gently touched Xia Meigou's ravinely face, and the newly grown tender flesh under my hand was delicate and tender, as if it would bleed when touched.

"Then Murong is too ruthless, how can he beat people like this, Miss, look at her face, many places that have just grown have been scratched again."

Xiaomi wiped the little blood on Xia Mei's face and said these words dissatisfiedly.

I looked at Xia Mei carefully for a long time, my gaze slid all the way, and finally fell on her right hand. Her right hand is not called a hand, but more like a swollen pig's trotter.

"Xiaomi, look at her hands."

I held Xia Mei's right hand and let the millet on the opposite side see clearly.

"This, her hand, was trampled on like this?"

"How else could you have come up with it? If you look at the footprints on it, they are clearly visible. ”

Xiaomi threw the cloth in his hand, and his face was angry: "This Murong is too vicious!" She just doesn't take the maid's life seriously! ”

"Okay, bandage her first, don't cause a fever when the time comes."

"Okay."

I got up and glanced at Xia Mei again, and sighed: "Xiaomi, put her on my bed."

"Is that okay? Can you really put her on Miss's bed? ”

Xiaomi's eyes were shining at me, and she couldn't speak a little uncomfortably.

"Yes, after all, this Xia Mei hasn't done anything bad to us."

"Good!"

Xiaomi got up very quickly, and her thin body carried Xia Mei and dragged her to my bed, without my help at all.

"Xiaomi, you have a lot of strength?"

"I move my brother like this at home, he's so tall, he's almost as tall as me."

Xiaomi's shy smile, sometimes Xiaomi's look and movements, it's really just a little girl, and there is no ruthlessness when I saw her for the first time.

"You have to remember that you can't be soft-hearted in the future, because soft-heartedness may hurt you."

"Yes, miss, I see."

Maybe it was the loneliness in my eyes, or maybe it was the seriousness in my tone, Xiaomi's movements stopped, and there was a trace of imperceptible coldness on his face.

I looked at Xiaomi's face, guessed that she thought I was blaming her, and explained: "I paid for it, so I don't want you to pay a precious price that you can't imagine because of your soft-heartedness."

"Miss, I don't know what happened to Miss," Millet paused, pulled the cloth in his hand, and looked into my eyes full of seriousness.

"But I just want to live well now, live well with my family."

I nodded, and stood by the window as usual, quietly staring out into the cold outside.

Murong returned to the room, took off his pink jacket and put it aside, and after looking around, there was no trace of Xia Mei in the room.

"Xia Mei, where did you go? Come out and change my clothes. ”

The room was silent, and only Murong's voice echoed in the huge room. Murong shouted a few more times into the room, but Xia Mei still didn't come out.

"Cheap hooves! I can't beat you when you come back! ”

Xia Mei, who was on my side, seemed to have heard something, and suddenly woke up from the bed, her mouth wide open, desperately panting, like a dying fish.

Xiaomi, who was washing the cloth on the side, was startled by Xia Mei, who suddenly sat up, and the cloth in her hand fell to the ground and was stained with some dust.

Xiaomi didn't care to pick it up, put her hand on Xia Mei's forehead and tried again and again, and asked worriedly: "Miss Xia Mei, you, are you okay?"

Xia Mei picked up the quilt on her body like a frightened bird, blocking most of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes to come out: "I, you...... How did I get here? ”

"I'll bring you here."

Millet stepped back, picked up the dirty cloth, and put it back into the water, and the water rattled and rattled again.

"What? My millet dragged you back tiredly, so you don't have anything to say? ”

I walked up to Xia Mei with a cold face, reached out and pulled down the quilt in her hand, and I sneered even more when I saw her helpless and wanted to cover her face with her hands.

"Even if you cover your face, I can see those ugly scars, just like the ones on my face."

"Don't, don't look at me, don't ......"

Xia Mei kept waving her hand, turning her face to the other side, with her back to Xiaomi, leaving only half of her face on my side.

I forcibly turned her face around and made her look me in the eye in an aggressive tone: "Xia Mei, your face was drawn by Murong, right?" Well? ”

Xia Mei slapped my arm hard, her head restlessly struggling in my hand, and muttered to herself: "No, no, don't look at me......"

"Look into my eyes and speak!"

I yelled at her, and the somewhat crazy Xia Mei was yelled at by me, and the movements of her hands gradually slowed down until her hands hung weakly on her legs.

"Why save me?"

I let go of her face and wiped my hands from my clothes: "You weren't rescued by me, it was Xiaomi who brought you out."

Xia Mei turned her head to Xiaomi's side and asked, "Why did you save me?"

Millet said word by word: "We are all human beings, and saving you is just that I don't want to see a cardamom woman being destroyed like this."

"Yes, we are all human beings, but why should I be bullied by Murong at will, and let her beat and scold me......

Xia Mei let out a sobbing sound, and the wounds on her face kept squirming on her face as she cried, as if her face was crawling with centipedes.

"You can only blame yourself, you have always compromised with that uncertain Murong."

"I hate her, I want to kill her, but, but I can't do it......"

Xia Mei covered her face as she spoke, lowered her head and cried one by one, tears flowed out of her fingers, smashed on the dark quilt, and bloomed one by one.

Xiaomi glanced at me and said to Xia Mei, who was in tears: "Why don't you make decisions for yourself?" Your life is your own, and so is your body. ”

"It's useless, it's useless...... I can't escape...... Murong will torture me to death......"

"You haven't even given it a try, why do you have to give your life to others so casually?"

Xia Mei raised her head from the palm of her hand, and the strip of cloth on her right hand was stained with a large patch of bright blood, and the blood bloomed into a bewitching flower in her palm.

"I have no power or power, and even if I have the heart, I can't do it, and no one will be willing to help me."

I turned my head to meet Xia Mei's eyes and said slowly: "Then what if, I am willing to help you?"

Xia Mei bit her lip and hesitated: "In the dungeon that day, you want to kill me, Miss."

I hooked my lips and chuckled: "That's because you're working hard for Murong."