Chapter 770: Chopping Hands

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The sparse moonlight is like a bald man who has lost his hair, shyly hiding in the dark clouds, and darkening everything in the world, so that no one will see its bare head, and the tiny stars have become little traitors, hanging in the air from time to time blinking their eyes to put the news, and also wary of the moon.

The wind is getting stronger.

This year's winter was biting cold.

Stabbed in the face like a knife, Su Peiyun's hands were covered with chilblains, there was no medicine, no hot water, and it never healed, and it did not get better again and again, but became more serious.

Whoa, whoa.

The half of the candle that the wind blew through the door of the firewood room was crumbling.

On the grass collapse, Fusheng's slender, small, and strong figure got up and covered Su Peiyun with a quilt, she knew that Su Peiyun was not asleep, and held her hand: "Miss, the slave maid go out and have a look." ”

"Be careful." Su Peiyun lowered her voice, because she knew that there were ears on the partition wall of Liangfu Mountain.

Fusheng nodded and tiptoed out.

Pushing open the door of the demolition house, the howling wind rushed in his face, Fusheng held back his cough, quietly slipped to the outer wall, dismantled the brick in the middle, and then touched the brick mezzanine with his hands.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a note inside.

She was overjoyed.

Great, great.

Vice General Su has not forgotten their young lady.

Just in time.

The sound of 'bang-bang' footsteps sounded, and then there were the dazzling lanterns, reflecting the dark night.

Liang Fat Pig surrounded Fusheng with two housekeepers, and he touched his fat head and big ears: "Cheap girl, I just said that why did the beauty run out every day in those days, and she also had a private meeting with a cheap man, it turns out that you are being a spy, damn, you are really looking for death!" ”

Fusheng was scared enough, who would have thought that this lazy Liang fat pig would get up in the middle of the night to block her.

Fusheng clutched the note and wanted to run, but he didn't want to be stopped by the two housekeepers, so he pressed her to the ground: "Damn, beat her hard." ”

Bang bang bang.

Raindrops of fists and slaps fell on Fusheng's body, face and head.

"Look at what's in her hand and take it out." Liang Fat Pig took a sip.

"Yes."

The two housekeepers tried hard to dismantle Fusheng's hand, but Fusheng held it to death, and he couldn't break it at all.

"Damn, this cheap girl, poor, cheap, isn't she cheap, come on, chop off her hand for me, so that you can take out the note." Liang Fat Pig said ruthlessly.

"Yes." A housekeeper went to get a kitchen knife, and then handed the kitchen knife to Liang Fat.

At this time.

Su Peiyun, who was in the firewood room, heard the noise outside, her heart was pinched, and a bad premonition spread in her heart, she suddenly got up from the grass and rushed outside.

She was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Liang Fat Pig had a greasy and greasy smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards Fusheng with a kitchen knife, stepped on Fusheng's wrist with one foot, and then raised the kitchen knife and stabbed it, cutting off the palm of Fusheng's hand holding the note.

Blood splattered.

"Ahh Fusheng, who was in great pain, was about to die, and she watched as her palms and wrists separated, and blood flowed out continuously.

"Fusheng, Fusheng." Su Peiyun was stunned, staggered towards Fusheng, and looked at her hand with a trembling body: "Fusheng, Fusheng." ”

"Little ...... Miss, the note ......" Fusheng endured the heart-rending pain and said.