More than a dozen mountain bandits, wielding long knives in their hands, appeared around the carriage as if they had suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the torches in their hands illuminated the fierce and hateful faces of each of them.

A scar-faced man at the head looked at the carriage, looked at the coachman who was already too frightened to speak, and spat out, "Brothers, give it to me, kill this guy!" ”

"Ahh The coachman screamed in fright, and when he jumped off the carriage, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed again and again begging for mercy, "Good man spare his life, good man spare his life!" The small ones are old and the young, if you are ....."

"Damn, where is all this nonsense!" The scar-faced man kicked away the coachman who was kneeling in front of him, and said arrogantly and unreasonably: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and hand over all the silver on your body to Lao Tzu, otherwise Lao Tzu will feed you to the wolf." ”

"Thank you for the grace of the good man not to kill, thank you for the grace of the good man not to kill, the small one will take the money, and the small one will honor your old man." The coachman, who had been amnestied, trembled and took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms and said: "Good man, this is all the silver taels on the little one's body, and I will give it to you, as long as you can ....... it."

Seeing these pieces of broken silver, the scar-faced man was furious, and kicked it again, "What's the matter, that's it, what about the one who asks for food?" Damn, unlucky, I met a poor ghost, and the brothers slaughtered him for me and fed him to the wolf! ”

"Good!"

Several mountain bandits had already put knives on the coachman's neck, and the coachman was even more frightened and pale, crying and begging for mercy.

Huang Xiaowei stood in mid-air watching this scene with great interest, looking at the good show he directed by himself, he was smiling all the time, that smile was like a guest enjoying a puppet show, yes, now he, the current Datang is not his doll? He can play as much as he wants, everyone is a pawn in his hands, and everyone is his puppet.

He is a puppeteer, a puppeteer who has manipulated tens of millions of people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But soon, Huang Xiaowei couldn't laugh anymore, and the first time he saw the poor girl in the white dress appear, he couldn't laugh anymore.

.......

"Don't kill Uncle Wang, Yuhuan is rich."

The curtain of the carriage was opened by a trembling white jade hand, revealing the young but delicate girl inside.

The fair face, the willow eyebrows, the delicate facial features, and the big eyes with tears but even more moving.

Because his father had just died, Yang Yuhuan was wearing a white dress.

But at this moment, the little girl in the white dress who trembled from the carriage and showed her little head and plucked up the courage to speak with the mountain bandits made Huang Xiaowei's world suddenly quiet.

........

Yang Yuhuan was very scared, she was very scared when she learned that there were mountain bandits coming, but when she learned that those mountain bandits were going to kill Uncle Wang, who had taken care of her all the way, she mustered up the courage to stand up.

But anyone could see the fear on her face, the thin and green delicate body shook and trembled, and the delicate and beautiful little face was full of fear.

With tears in Shui Ling's big eyes, Yang Yuhuan took off the earrings and bracelets from his hands and hair, threw them to the ground in fear, looked at the scar-faced man carefully and fearfully, bit his little lip, and forced the tears not to gush out of his eyes, but the tears still fell drop by drop.

Familiar stubbornness, familiar strength, she, very much like a person, very much like a ...... People who are no more.

"Uncle, are you enough to see this?"

In fact, since the appearance of ten-year-old Yang Yuhuan, not only Huang Xiaowei's world has quieted down, but all the men present can't help but gasp - what a handsome girl.

Yang Yuhuan, one of the four great beauties of ancient China, even if she was only ten years old, she also showed a unique beauty, and the beauty that captivated all beings in the future.

The scar-faced man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he looked at Yang Yuhuan's beautiful little face, especially the scared expression Yang Yuhuan showed at the moment, Chu Chu was pitiful and she was more and more attractive.

"No, it's not enough, it's all about it." The scar-faced man squinted at the two-colored sunshine, and his unscrupulous gaze swept towards Yang Yuhuan's white and tender little face, and the young and delicate body that had not yet developed, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, she looks beautiful, she is definitely the most beautiful woman she has seen over the years, but this body is too dry, but it doesn't matter, just have a good face, it's a big deal to kidnap her back to the cottage to have fun for two years, it's almost the same.

The more I thought about it, the more obscene the expression on the scar-faced man's face became.

Yang Yuhuan didn't know what disaster her beauty had brought her, and now she didn't know what beauty was, and when she heard the scar-faced man say that it wasn't enough, Yang Yuhuan reluctantly took out a golden hairpin from her arms, "Uncle, this is what my mother gave me before I left, my mother said it was very valuable, I will give it to you, can you," Yang Yuhuan cautiously looked at the scar-faced man with an increasingly strange expression, "Can you let us go?" ”

"It's still a little bit close, but ......" The scarface man put down the steel knife in his hand and smiled at Yang Yuhuan: "But it's enough to add you, come on, little beauty!" ”

"Ah——!h Seeing the scar-faced man rushing towards him, looking at the scar-faced man's hideous and terrifying expression, Yang Yuhuan couldn't bear the pressure anymore, and cried out with a wow, she was only ten years old, and she was already very brave when she was able to stand up and speak just now.

"Good man, good man! I beg you, please let Yuhuan go, Yuhuan is still young, she is still young. Seeing that the scar-faced man was about to misbehave towards Yang Yuhuan, the coachman didn't know where he got the courage, so he hugged the scar-faced man's leg and cried loudly to intercede.

"Damn, Lao Tzu didn't kill you, you even sent it yourself!" Scarface kicked the driver away again, and at the same time picked up the steel knife on the ground and slashed at the driver's chest.

"Poof." Red blood gushed out, and the coachman fell to the ground.

"Uncle Wang!" Looking at the coachman who was killed in front of his eyes, Yang Yuhuan, who had no master of the six gods, cried, and his delicate little face was no longer bloody.

"Hehe," the coachman turned out, and in the cheers of the mountain bandits, the scar-faced man slowly turned his head, looking at Yang Yuhuan, who was slumped in the carriage holding his legs trembling and sobbing quietly, the scar-faced man's face showed a weird smile, rubbing his rough big hands, and the scar-faced man shouted, "Little beauty, come on." ”

"Don't, don't come! Help, help! Looking at the scar-faced man who was rushing towards him, and looking at the terrifying mountain bandits under the light of the torches, Yang Yuhuan was already desperate.

She felt a pair of powerful hands grab her legs, she smelled the stench of the man, she didn't know what would happen next, she only knew that she might be finished.....

In despair, Yang Yuhuan, who was crying hoarsely, let out a desolate wail.

"Don't—don't! Yuhuan is afraid, Yuhuan is afraid! ”

Yuhuan is afraid, Yuhuan is afraid...... It was as if something had struck him in the heart.

"Ah——!h The roar of despair rang out again, once again resounding through the heavens and the earth!

"Bang!" It exploded, and all the mountain bandits were blown into a mist of blood in an instant from his rage.

Yang Yuhuan was stunned, because she heard the roar, and she also felt that the big hand that was grabbing her legs disappeared, and strangely, Yang Yuhuan slowly opened her teary eyes, and at a glance, Yang Yuhuan was stunned.

disappeared, the previous mountain bandits with torches and long knives in their hands, and the demons dancing like demons all disappeared, and only their steel knives and torches were left on the ground, with a pool of blood, and the scar-faced man who had just grabbed him didn't even have a blood mist.

It's as if it has evaporated out of thin air...... It can indeed be described in this way, if you use science to explain the scene just now, it is probably the scar-faced man's body that was crushed by great pressure in an instant, and his body was ...... It was directly crushed into molecules.

"Hmm." Before Yang Yuhuan could be surprised, the breeze blew, and a thin black-robed figure appeared in front of her.

Yang Yuhuan thought that he was an accomplice of those mountain bandits, and just wanted to cry, but in the next second, she was hugged by him, hugged tightly, hugged very hard, and quieted her frightened heart a little bit.

Very gentle hug, very good smell, for a while, the little Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but immerse himself in his arms.

Many years later, on the night of Ma Weipo, Yang Yuhuan, who was dressed in a phoenix robe and captivated the country and the city, said with tears in his smile before he died, "Yuhuan has no regrets, the moment you hugged Yuhuan that night, Yuhuan decided to dedicate himself to you." ”

"Little Viagra, you know what? Your embrace...... Very gentle. ”

.......

Yang Yuhuan was held in the arms of a strange man, but she was not afraid at all, on the contrary, after the initial surprise and fear disappeared, she also took the initiative to reach out and hug him, because his arms were really gentle, just like the gentle home in her memory.

At this time, Yang Yuhuan's ears suddenly heard this person's hurried and distressing voice.

"Wan'er, Wan'er, you're finally back! Don't be afraid, with Little Viagra here, Little Viagra won't let anyone hurt you again! Little Viagra will protect you, Little Viagra will always protect you! The rapid speed of his speech, as if he was chasing everything that had long since disappeared, solemn and heartfelt vows, as if he was repenting of the mistakes he had made.

Wan'er? Yang Yuhuan raised her head in confusion and looked at him, her eyes were a little more gloomy, although she was only ten years old, she still knew clearly that this person was ...... It seems to be mistaking her for someone else.

It became a ...... A girl named Wan'er.

The moment Yang Yuhuan raised his head, he happened to meet Huang Xiaowei's eyes, and the surprise contained in Huang Xiaowei's eyes also disappeared as soon as he saw her delicate and seductive face.

Huang Xiaowei looked at Yang Yuhuan, the surprise in his eyes disappeared, and the whole person stood in place in a daze, staring at the lovely girl in his arms in a daze.

Just now, when Huang Xiaowei saw Yang Yuhuan in a white dress for the first time, he felt a little confused.

They are very similar, really similar, the same beautiful, the same stubborn, the same strong, and the white dress on their bodies, causing Huang Xiaowei to really think that she was Wan'er for a while.

And when Yang Yuhuan's wail sounded in despair, Huang Xiaowei, who was already a little delirious because he saw her, was even more ...... Completely fell into his own long-standing hallucinations.

Wan'er, it's my Wan'er! She's back, she's finally back!

What are you going to do to her, brute! Don't touch her, don't touch her!

Therefore, the mountain bandits exploded into a blood mist, so the scar-faced man was crushed to the point that there was not even a slag left.

Just because Huang Xiaowei thought that Yang Yuhuan was Wan'er, and thought that Yang Yuhuan was a reborn girl.

Can ....... now When he looked at Yang Yuhuan closely, he understood...... She, no, she!

Even though it's like ...... Neither is she.

She, never.

She will never come back.