Passing through a vigorous branch, she saw the rabbit stop in front of the wisteria rose, and the boy who had shot her with a slingshot sat under the white porch and cried.

He cried and rubbed his eyes, and the thin and weak little boy looked pitiful.

Wen Qiao walked towards her, and was about to reach the bottom of the wisteria trellis, when suddenly, her feet were empty, and her whole person fell down.

No. 3 and Su Ce rushed to the second, but they couldn't hold her, and Wen Qiao felt as if he had fallen into the abyss.

Fortunately, this pit is not deep, about three meters, one story high, she fell violently, and she was defenseless, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily.

The stinging pain on her body was terrible, and she lowered her eyes to see it, and she didn't know why, there were several more bloody wounds on her arm.

She never expected that there would be such a big trap in front of such a mansion and on such a delicate lawn.

What kind of bad taste is this Shen family?

What's wrong with this family?

The pit was deep and narrow, and could only hold two people at most, and in the dim light at this moment, she struggled to her feet and reached out to help the wall of the pit.

'Hiss' Wen Qiao suddenly retracted his hand, and his eyes adapted to the dim light only then did he see that there were several small blades on the pit wall.

What the is this......

So who dug this pit? And who put these blades?

No wonder she had several wounds on her arms, all of which were wounded by these blades.

Su Ce and No. 3 ran to the mouth of the pit.

"Aqiao, are you alright?"

These blades are very sharp, Wen Qiao actually gasped in pain, but he was afraid that his uncle would worry, so he said in a daze: "I'm fine." ”

Number Three: "I'll come down and save you." ”

Wen Qiao: "Find a rope and drag me up." ”

The little boy who was sitting and crying just now also fell to the mouth of the pit with a smiling face, smiling: "One hundred and sixth." ”

Wen Qiao squinted at the gloomy little boy: "What one hundred and six?" ”

"You are the one hundred and sixth person who fell into the pit, most of them are girls, when they see me crying, they can't bear it, and they are going to run over to comfort me."

Wincho: ......

Antisocial personality, right?

Why is it so shady?

"Are you sick?" Wen Qiao couldn't help but say.

The little boy's face was a little distorted, his eyes were gloomy, and he snorted, as if he had suffered some great grievance, and then turned his face and ran away.

Wincho: ......

No. 3 had already asked the housekeeper to bring a string of hemp rope, and No. 3 hung down the hemp rope, and one person pulled Wen Qiao up.

Only then did Su Ce see the blood marks on her arms, a total of four blood marks on her left and right arms, and two tears on her legs, and there were also injuries on her legs.

"How so?"

Wen Qiao touched his arm indifferently: "There are small blades around, scraped, it's okay uncle, it's a little bit of a slight injury." ”

Su Ce looked at the housekeeper Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen still had a formulaic smile: "Little master is naughty, I hope Miss Wen doesn't mind." ”

Su Ce's eyes were calm, and he was pulled down by Wen Qiao.

Wincho: "...... He's always been like this? ”

Because there is still a request from the Shen family, Wen Qiao can only hold back if he has a fire.

And Su Ce, because of Wen Qiao, also had to endure it.

"The little young master has a bit of a strange temper, but he really doesn't hurt people."

Wen Qiao's eyebrows trembled, this is called no hurting heart?

Do you have to stick a knife into your heart to hurt someone's heart? It's really dumbfounded.

Wen Qiao glanced at the little boy who was running straight to the mansion, and his expression was a little complicated: "Really? ”