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The wind swept the torrential rain like countless whips, pumping fiercely on the car window, and the raindrops the size of beans slapped the ground, and the rain splashed and was confused.

Misu woke up in a cacophony, she slowly closed her eyes, and what greeted her was the rough roof of the car, she moved her body, the wound was torn and painful, and there was a hard burning sensation.

She bit her pale lip and sat up slowly.

"Girl, girl, are you alright?"

Misu looked at it in a trance.

It was a haggard, delicate woman who spoke, and she asked with a slightly anxious expression.

In addition to Misu, there were several crying young women sitting in the dim carriage, their posture was superior, their eyes were slightly red, and the clothes on their bodies were brightly colored, slightly exposed, and they were all fat and thin.

There was also a musty smell in the air, mixed with a hint of blood.

She rubbed her temples with her head down, trying to search for memories in her mind, but it was blank and there was no information.

Where is this?

Why was her mind blank and she couldn't think of anything?

She frowned slightly, shook her head, had no strength in her body, and her originally beautiful voice was slightly dry and hoarse.

"Where is this?"

Hearing this, several women in the car were stunned, stopped crying, and looked at Misu in astonishment, and couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that she was seriously injured and thrown in the corner with only one breath left, and she would definitely die, but she didn't expect to miraculously come back to life.

In the past, those girls who couldn't stand the pleasure of the boudoir and were beaten to death were all carried into the corners of the floats, and after they breathed, someone would naturally throw them to the mass grave.

The messy hair covered Misu's appearance, she was wearing a tweed skirt, although her dirty skin was covered with scabbed blood, but it was difficult to hide the translucent snow muscles, the delicate woman saw Misu's dazed expression, sighed secretly, and kindly reminded.

"This is the Jin city of Zhao near the imperial capital, alas... I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse if you wake up, but if you want to sell a good place later, or if you dress up a little, tonight might be better. ”

With that, the woman handed Misu an old wooden comb, which had several broken teeth and a layer of oil on its surface, as if it had been used for a long time.

Mi Su slowly took the wooden comb, raised her eyes to look at the delicate woman, willow eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes shining with a bright luster, but, her expression was a little sad, folded a little beautiful, and the purple traces on her slender neck overlapped the old and the new.

She seemed to feel Misu's gaze, her eyes dodged, and she hurriedly reached out and pulled the pink neckline, hurriedly covering the purple marks one by one.

Misu didn't understand the meaning of those traces, and didn't notice anything wrong with Fang Cai's gaze.

She retracted her gaze, she had a headache, and she didn't have time to think deeply, and at this moment, when her eyes swept over the exposed women again, she couldn't help but feel her heart sink, and suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in her back.

She walked around the dress on her body, and saw that the blue dress was very tightly wrapped up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

These women are dressed in makeup... And the words of the beautiful woman... Subconsciously, a voice kept telling her that this place was not a good place to stay for long.

The woman couldn't help but smile and explain when she saw Misu looking at her clothes.

"When you were brought here, your clothes were stained with blood, so I found a dress for you to wear."

"Sister Changhui, we can't protect ourselves, you still have the leisure to take care of others." It was a plump woman in red who spoke, she glanced at Misu coldly and sneered disdainfully.

"They are all hard-working women, don't forget, if it wasn't for Yuexin protecting you, you would have been beaten to death by King Nan."

As soon as the words fell, the woman in red looked a little painful and stopped talking.

They were originally well-known singers in the capital, but they didn't want to be demoted to wandering prostitutes because they offended King Nan, trampled on by others, and were extremely humble.

The rain gradually became lighter and drizzled.

The bumpy carriage suddenly stopped, and there were rough voices of several men outside, and Misu gently pulled the corner of the window, and saw through the cracks that the burly and greasy men were standing on the stone steps at the entrance of the Chunfeng Building in two groups, spitting and discussing something.

Misu couldn't help frowning, just when she was worried, her elbow suddenly touched the hard wooden latch, her eyes lit up, the carriage actually had a back door!

She held her breath and carefully pulled out the wooden latch, her heartbeat uncontrollably speeding up as if she was about to snatch the "socket" out.

She has a hunch that it will be difficult to have a chance to escape when she enters the Chunfeng Building, so when will she stay if she doesn't escape at this time?

After pulling off the wooden latch, she pushed open the wooden door with all her might, ignoring the many shocked expressions behind her, and ran frantically to the street not far away, running and running, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her, chasing her, trying to eat her, eating her alive, not even touching the flesh and bones.

"Someone ran away!"

A shout startled Misu turned his head suddenly, in the simple carriage, those women were still sitting quietly, and no one escaped, the woman in red looked like a good show, and the handsome woman held the door with a worried face.

No wonder, no wonder, those men didn't stick to it, it turned out that no one dared to run, these women had already accepted their fate, or... Don't dare to run away at all...

"Stop!"

Several men caught up with Misu effortlessly, raising his leg is a kick, Misu's body was unstable, and he fell into the mud in embarrassment, his messy long hair was soaked with mud, sticking to his face one by one, one of the men stepped on her fair face hard, fierce and vicious, compared with those tall men, she was too weak, and could only struggle in the mud weakly.

"Dare to run, hit Lao Tzu!" The thin black man with the long whip in his hand said viciously, the scar on his face made him look even more hideous.

The dilapidated streets echoed with the sound of violent beatings.

The merciless whip slammed into Misu's emaciated body, one at a time, one at a time...

She curled up on the cold mud floor, gritted her teeth and hugged her head tightly, her face slipped on the rain or tears, her clothes were already soaked, and the blood was so deep that she could see the bones.

Passers-by approached the dilapidated streets, shouting for help with hope.

The passer-by with the umbrella was numb, stopped his hurried steps under his feet, and made a direct detour, as if hiding from the plague, and no one wanted to get into trouble.

She stared intently at the indifferent back of the passer-by, and the last glimmer of light disappeared in her eyes.

The thin black man grabbed her collar as if he was not relieved, raised his hand and waved it at her.

Syllable!

The hot pain on Misu's face, as if it had been burned, the pain in her heart began to spread anger, her eyes floated with a kind of outright hatred, she turned her head suddenly, her eyes shot at the black thin man, the monstrous hatred made the black thin man's whipping hand pause, and a cold air suddenly rose up on his back, a cold air that made him afraid.

Suddenly, a shadowless light flew from the mouth of the alley with a fierce momentum.

The black, thin man seemed to be frozen in mid-air and motionless, and suddenly convulsed and fell heavily in a pool of blood, and before he could react, he had already lost his breath.

A mutton fat jade white chess piece fell to the ground silently, the so-called chess is the blade, the chess is the son, and the killing is invisible.

In a trance, the brocade-clothed boy was like an elegant fairy in an ink painting, his stature was extremely tall, white and slender holding an oil umbrella, the oil umbrella half covered his face, revealing a deep arc of the jaw, red lips, jade-like skin glowing with peach petals, the rain wet his expensive brocade shirt, and the moire boots were stained with mud.

He exuded excellent cultivation and nobility, filling the whole street, and the dilapidated street seemed to be dyed with a layer of light.

Seeing the tragic death of his companion, the black and thin man pushed the open silk as if he had lost a piece of clothing, drew a sharp dagger, and arrogantly walked up to the brocade-clothed man, gesturing and threatening viciously.

"Little white face, I advise you to be nosy, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Presumptuous!"

Xia Xin walked in front of Bai Chengjin with angry eyes, and scolded sharply, his appearance was sassy and full of righteousness, with a compelling heroism between his eyebrows, and his two eyebrows were as black as if they had been painted, exuding the battle-hardened aura of a soldier.

Hearing this, the gentle smile on Bai Chengjin's lips deepened, and he played with the jade wrench at will, and slowly raised his hand, and the jade wrench on the finger made his slender hand even fairer and clearer.

Xia Xin immediately bowed his head and bent over, and respectfully moved back.

"Oh?" His faint tone seemed to have heard a great joke, and a powerful momentum was suddenly released in his body, with a rich and bloody aura, like a fierce wind whistling and roaring towards the monstrous waves!

Pressing a few madmen without the power to parry, they couldn't stop trembling, and they sat down on the ground, and the stupid gangsters felt that the characters in front of them were by no means easy for ordinary people to provoke.

"Kill."

His gentle smile was still as light as the first snow, but his voice was full of blood, which made people shudder.

Xia Xin's body was as vigorous as a ghostly phantom, a dazzling cold light flashed, and in an instant, several gangsters were cut on their necks and blood gushed out, and they fell to death in a pool of blood.

"It's cheaper for you to die like this." Xia Xin glanced at him coldly.

She shrank in the corner, looking at Bai Chengjin timidly, on her dirty face, her eyes like the sky were clear and clean, and she seemed to be injected with bright light and brilliance.

Bai Chengjin stood in a daze, the wind did not blow his clothes, but his clothes fluttered...

His bony hands elegantly lifted the brocade robe, slowly squatted down, gently lifted the oil umbrella, and looked at Misu lightly, the smile in his eyes was not as empty as his eyes.

Only then did Misu see his appearance clearly.

His black hair is plain crown, his face is like a peach petal, the bridge of his nose is high, the extremely beautiful Danfeng eyes are slender and uplifted, revealing a terrifying fierceness, the dark light in his eyes floats, flickering bright and dark, deep as the black hole with no end in sight, dangerous but with a fatal attraction.

His face was deeply contoured and gracefully curved, revealing an unusual calmness and sharpness.

There was no one in his eyes, and it was more as if nothing in this world was worthy of these eyes.

At this moment,

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and there was only silence...

There will always be a time when every second of it will cost you a year in exchange.

There are always a few tears, and every time you sob, you are willing to replace them with a hand full of promises.

There are always a few scenes, and every picture in them, you are willing to use all your strength to remember...

He stretched out his hand slowly, and it was extremely clean and white, as if it had been carved from jade.

Misu seemed to be confused, Zheng Zheng looked at him, and put his hand on his warm palm, his palm was very warm, very wide, very secure, and seemed to have a magical power to quietly soothe the fear and pain in his heart.

She stood up with him, and the picture seemed to freeze, except for the cool breeze gently brushing her cheeks.

His expression is like light clouds and flowing water, making people unable to see emotions, and his eyes are as elegant as snow lotus on the top of a high mountain, looking down on all beings.

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked over with a gold silk brocade cloak, her posture was steady and dignified, her hair was shiny and clean, the tails of her eyes drooped slightly, the wisdom was hidden, the clothes on her body seemed ordinary, but in fact, the embroidery needle was extremely exquisite, she walked not far from the brocade boy, and curtsied.

"Your Highness, the carriage has been repaired."

"Return to Beijing immediately."

After that, Bai Chengjin let go of Mi Su's hand, he didn't say anything, but glanced at the middle-aged woman lightly, the middle-aged woman bowed on her knees, and understood.

With that, he turned and walked away.

What was left for Misu was the tall and graceful back, and Misu stared at his departing figure with a blurred gaze until he disappeared at the end of the street.

"The girl is frightened, go to the car with the slave and maid to rest." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman draped the golden silk brocade cloak over her shoulders and supported her weak body.