The thin second brother drove Chen Fuzi out of the tent, and drove him and the sheep as far away as possible, for fear of delaying his good deeds.

turned around, grinned with big yellow teeth, glanced at He Mian'er with a smile and said, "Don't expect my eldest brother to come back to save you." Even if he came back at this time, it would be too late. ”

At that moment, he put the knife in his hand on the ground, and smiled obscenely: "You little lady is very romantic, this time you can have such a joy before you die, but you also deserve to die." ”

He is strong in martial arts, and he doesn't care at all in the face of this little woman whose feet are tied and her hands are powerless. At that moment, he began to undress, and put his face close to He Mian'er's swollen face, and said with pity: "It's a pity, this little lady is like a flower." ”

He Mian'er originally wanted to wait for him to bully him, according to his previous expectations, to give this person a little sweetness, and when he relaxed, another fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, this person had just approached her, she only felt a foul smell coming to her face, and finally she couldn't help it, and the feeling of nausea in her throat came up, and she couldn't control it anymore without waiting for her to do anything expedient, and vomited.

The thin dick was very close, and he was accidentally sprayed all over his body. When he reacted, he saw that his body was already speckled, but it was He Mian'er's vomit.

For a while, he was so angry that he slapped He Mian'er twice, and he only hated her for doing so. scolded: "What a little slut! ”

He Mian'er was slapped twice, the corners of her mouth were already swollen, and blood even flowed out. She knew that this person would not give up, and secretly thought in her heart, there will be a next time, which is your death.

The thin second child was practiced by He Mian'er like this, and he stopped for a while. There was no extra clothing in the tent, so he went out and found a sheepskin to wrap around his body, and returned to the tent again.

I saw that when he came back, he was still holding a bowl of goat's milk in his hand, which was obviously squeezed by Master Chen. After taking a few big drinks, he stood in place and squinted at He Mian'er.

He Mian'er only lowered her eyebrows, pretending to avoid his gaze, and the golden hairpin in her sleeve was against the palm of her hand, stabbing her a little painfully.

The thin second child probably saw that He Mian'er had relaxed her vigilance, and when she wasn't paying attention, he suddenly pounced and pressed on He Mian'er.

He Mian'er exclaimed, but she pretended to be weak in her limbs, pretended to struggle a few times, and then stopped.

The thin second child was overjoyed, thinking that He Mian'er had no strength, or wanted to be captured, so he was so happy that he let go of the limbs that suppressed He Mian'er, and began to hold her neck and prepare to gnaw it.

He didn't know that He Mian'er had taken care of the top and bottom of the General's Mansion in the past three years, chopping wood and carrying rice, and had done all the rough work, and he was no longer the weak daughter.

He Mian'er endured the feeling of nausea in her heart, exposed the golden hairpin, clenched her hands, and stabbed the thin second child's neck with all her strength.

I saw that the golden hairpin had penetrated half an inch deep into the neck, almost piercing the throat of the thin second child. The thin second child noticed the severe pain, and looked up at He Mian'er incredibly, and touched the back of his neck, but he didn't die immediately.

Instead, he stretched out his hand to strangle He Mian'er to death, and at this time he could no longer speak. He Mian'er was agitated, turned over and dodged his outstretched hands.

On the ground, he turned three times in a row, wanting to completely get away from the skinny dick who was already a little crazy. The man was already bleeding from the back of his neck, but he didn't die immediately.

He Mian'er flipped through three times, and just happened to reach the door of the yurt, only to see that the thin second child had already picked up his knife and walked towards him.

He Mian'er was shocked and was about to get up and run out. Who would have thought that at this moment, she only felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and for a while she reached out to cover her abdomen, cold sweat plummeted, and she couldn't get up and walk around again.

Seeing that the thin second man who was stabbed in the back of the neck, although he was already a crossbow with a strong bow, he also leaned over and walked over step by step with a big knife, and with every step, blood would be dripping on his back.

The thin dick didn't give up, obviously wanting to pull her back before he died to avenge himself.

He Mian'er could only cover her stomach, enduring the severe pain in her abdomen, and she didn't even have the strength to turn around again. Seeing that he was about to die under the knife of this person.

She looked up, her eyes full of unwillingness. stared at the thin dick who wielded the knife, unwilling to die in vain under this person's knife.

Obviously, she has made so many efforts in order to survive, but she has fallen short, how can she be willing?!

At this critical moment, I saw that the yurt curtain was lifted, and a person poured a bowl of milk on the thin second child.

The thin dick didn't notice it for a while, and his eyes were splashed. Immediately, he dropped the knife and began to rub his eyes. He was holding on to his last breath, and was splashed with a bowl of milk, like the last straw that crushed him, and finally he couldn't support it, and he fell to the ground with his face facing forward.

He Mian'er was really relieved, but there was a secret way in his heart, how good it would be if he fell headfirst to the ground. When he raised his head, he saw that it was Master Chen standing at the door.

He was in a mess, his plain clothes were full of weeds and green grass juice, and his hands were scarred, and it was obvious that he had just crawled all the way to save himself.

"Mian'er, are you okay?" Master Chen squatted down and asked with concern. In a hurry, he didn't call her Miss He anymore, but called her by her first name.

He Mian'er didn't care at all in her heart, she shook her head, bit a mouthful of silver teeth, and said slowly: "There is severe pain in the abdomen." ”

While the two were talking, they saw that the thin dick in front of them did not die immediately, but struggled and squirmed to raise his head.

He Mian'er looked at the weak Master Chen in front of her, and muttered in her heart. was afraid that the thin second child would not die, so he said fiercely: "Master Chen, you carefully take the knife in that person's hand, and I will help you split the hands and feet." ”

As he said, Master Chen slowly paced over and took the knife from the thin old second-hand man. He Mian'er reached out and slowly sharpened the rope on Master Chen's hand.

She still has pain in her abdomen, but she also knows that time waits for no one, and the timing of escape is just a moment, if the boss comes back temporarily, and sees them kill this thin second child, I am afraid that they will have no chance to live.

It's a pity that she has pain in her abdomen, and I'm afraid it will drag down Master Chen. Thinking of this, He Mian'er saw that Master Chen had split the rope on her feet and was about to take her away.

He Mian'er shook her head, stretched out her hand to ask him for the knife, reluctantly supported herself with the knife, covered her abdomen with one hand, walked slowly two steps, and walked in front of the thin second child.

The man was not dead, but he could no longer speak, only to see a rumbling sound in his throat, raising his head and staring at He Mian'er.

This kind of gaze, He Mian'er is no longer unfamiliar, and the dead Yue Laosan, when he is dead, also stares at her like this.

Just in the surprised gaze of Master Chen, He Mian'er raised the knife and completely cut off the head of the thin second child, and suddenly, blood sprayed everywhere, and the hem of He Mian'er's cyan dress was full of blood.

The skinny dick's head rolled around in the tent, and he didn't know where it went.