Portilia carefully held a silver coin in her hand, which was the meager remuneration she received for working for others for half a month, and it was also her living expenses for the next half a month. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She could get two silver coins a month, but not two silver coins a month, so that when she came to winter, she could save one silver coin and add a thick dress to herself.

Thinking of this, Portilia's chapped mouth curled slightly, smiled with satisfaction, put the silver coin in his hand into the pocket of his white-washed and patched clothes, carefully pressed it, and walked towards the vegetable market with his basket.

In the evening, because the food is no longer fresh, the food will be much cheaper.

But just when she walked out of her destitute home and walked less than ten meters, a figure that she hated and frightened appeared more than ten meters in front of her.

The greedy man she called a weasel, the man who lived by bullying them in the neighborhood, was robbed by the other party once three months ago, so she remembered it very well.

Could it be that I am going to be robbed again today?

Thinking of this, Portilia pursed her lips, and a hint of firmness flashed in her eyes, no, this is her own hard work, so she must not let the other party rob it, and if she is robbed by the other party, she will have to be hungry and full again in the next half month.

Thinking of this, Portilia lowered her head, turned around and walked towards her own home, wanting to avoid the other party, the dilapidated home was her only choice, and the only safe haven she could think of.

But just as she had taken a few steps back, she heard the footsteps of a chasing person behind her.

With a tight heart, Portilia ran quickly, only a distance of more than ten meters seemed unusually long at this moment, but she still took a step ahead of the other party, opened the door, returned to her own house, and lifted the door.

"Bang bang bang!" The door she was holding against made her heart tremble under the knock of the other party, and her heart beat violently.

"Whew!" With a sharp gasp, Portilia looked at the only weapon in the kitchen at home, a kitchen knife that she used so often.

With a flash of determination in her eyes, Portilia lunged at the weapon in her eyes as the rotten door was kicked open.

"Smack!" Grabbing the weapon, she felt a sense of peace of mind, and then turned to look at the uninvited 'guest'.

"Get out!" Portilia threw away her weakness at this moment and showed her strong side, pointing the weapon in her hand at the other party.

"Yo! It's not a small amount of courage! Looking at the salallow face in front of him because of long-term malnutrition, the weasel's greedy eyes were like beans to find the one with a hint of abuse.

Portilia gritted her teeth, her eyebrows like thin swords raised slightly, and she snorted coldly: "Get out!" ”。

"Haha!" The weasel sneered, and forced the other party step by step, he has seen a lot of such a situation, a weak woman, and now she is just a fierce inward.

But just as he took two steps towards the other party, Portilia pursed her lips, held the kitchen knife in her hand, and directly slashed past the other party.

The weasel was startled, his steps paused, and in an emergency, his head tilted back, but he still felt a cold light pass across his face, and then a tingling pain came from his face.

"Damn, this madman just cut his own throat!" The weasel was furious, and directly grabbed the other party's knife-holding hand, so that he couldn't break free, and at the same time, he touched his face with his other hand, and suddenly, a bright red appeared on his fingertips.

"Damn bitch!" The weasel cursed angrily, threw away the knife in his opponent's hand, and slapped Portilia in the face.

Suddenly, a dark red five-finger print appeared on Portilia's face, and even under this slap, blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, and under the buzzing of her head, Portilia's body went soft and fell directly to the ground.

"I don't know what to do!" The weasel cursed lightly and kicked the opponent twice with his foot, causing Portilia to scream and almost faint from the severe pain.

Seeing this, the weasel laughed evilly, reached out and searched Portilia's body, and in Portilia's personal pocket, took out the silver coin that still had body temperature.

"Just one! Pauper! He cursed and looked at Portilea, who was lying on the ground and moaning in pain, with a strange look on her face.

"I didn't expect this poor girl to have quite a lot of material!" Remembering the touch he had just felt when he searched for money, the weasel laughed lewdly, and after loading the silver coin in his hand, he directly picked up Portilia, who was still in pain and weak, and walked towards the bed, which was one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room.

Seeing this, Portilia, who was still weak all over, began to struggle, not with much force, but it made the weasel impatient.

"Be honest!" The weasel cursed angrily, grabbed Portilia's long platinum-blond hair, pulled up the other's head, and slammed it against the bed, making a muffled sound, Portilia's head became red and swollen.

"Buzz!" Portilia, who felt like her world was starting to spin and blur, completely lost her defenses, but she didn't cry in anticipation of what was about to happen, because she knew it was useless.

As for death? She wouldn't even think about it! Ever since her mother committed suicide, the moment she died silently, and no one cared, she told herself that even if life was difficult, she would live!

She was just a pity, and she had fantasized about giving her body to a prince charming she liked.

Thinking of this, Portilia's heart flashed with a mockery of her own delusions.

At this moment, just when Portilia felt a chill in her chest, and the young heart that was strong to survive completely turned into a pool of stagnant water, she saw a man with short black hair, eyes like a deep cold pool, and a handsome man directly slapped the weasel next to the bed and flew out, quickly took off his coat, and draped it on her body, making her feel the warmth she hadn't felt for a long time.

Portilea, who didn't make a sound even in the face of **, said, "Save me!" ”。

Her voice trembled, with a helplessness that she didn't even notice.

"It's all right!" Ji Mo whispered, looking at this stubborn but a little desperate girl, Ji Mo remembered when he was twelve, the old man who picked him up when he died, his own helpless and desperate look. Immediately, a touch of pity appeared on his face, and he pulled down the clothes covering the other party's body, and said again: "It's okay!" ”。