"What do you want to do, you?"

In the basement, the half-conscious girl was rudely thrown to the ground by the guards of the Meng Mansion, the girl was soaked, her black hair was tightly pressed against her pale face, making a small face even more haggard, and her pointed chin made people's hearts hurt. %&*";

When Song Chunnan saw the girl being treated like this, he couldn't help but feel angry, and he was furious at the moment.

"Three days, I can't give you another three days." The young man has white sleeves and stands idly.

"So, what do you want to do?" Song Shu's eyes were gloomy and his voice was cold.

The young man said lightly: "I want you to give me an answer now." ”

"You dead, aren't you there this morning and shouting that you can give us three days? Now I regret it, bah! It's a shame that Lao Tzu doesn't have a knife in his hand, otherwise it will end up as a shameless scoundrel with your dishonesty. Song Chunnan scolded.

The young man didn't laugh angrily, but coldness burst out in his eyes, and said: "The Song family army has also galloped on the battlefield for many years, don't you understand the truth of "soldiers are not tired of cheating"? Besides, you are still in my hands, and if you become a king or lose a king, you will naturally obey me unconditionally. ”

"You ......" Song Chunnan shouted: "you***, Lao Tzu has never suffered such a wretched spirit in his life, and now he is being played by you, a cub who has no hair, and when Lao Tzu dies in the future, when he arrives on Huangquan Road, he has no face to see his former brothers." ”

Meng Hui ignored him, his eyes swept to the silent men on the left and right, and said lightly: "I'll give you one last chance, whether you want the topographic map of Xichuan or the daughter of your General Song, you choose for yourself." ”

"We ......" Of course they want Miss, but ......

"Splash another bucket of water and wake her up." The boy turned and pointed his index finger at the half-dazed girl.

A bucket of water poured down like words, and the water covered the girl's body, and spread on the ground, and the girl shrank for a moment, and her small body slowly curled up.

The girl's eyes slowly opened, and their eyes were dry, like fish out of water.

Lianzhou was drenched in heavy rain, and he stayed awake all night, coupled with his dark heart and lost his heart, his thin body was soon infected with the wind and cold, cold sweat broke out, and he was lightheaded. %&*"; At first, she could barely hold on, but as soon as she was sent to bed, she couldn't open her sick eyes.

Now, even in the sweltering heat, her body was still frighteningly cold, her eyes were bright, her hands grabbed the clothes on her chest, and she coughed heavily.

The young man with a red mole on his forehead was long, looking at the girl in front of him condescendingly, his eyebrows frowned involuntarily, but only for a moment, he turned around and said coldly to the three men: "How is it?" Have you figured it out? ”

Song Chunnan and Song Shu both had cold faces at the moment, pursed their lips and said nothing, and handed over all the power of choice to Song Ziyan's hands.

Song Ziyan's hair was messy, but a man in his forties, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were already overlapping, and his eyes were even more desolate like a pool of stagnant water.

The man's black night clothes were tattered, and the blood and dirt on them were intertwined, and the unwashed flesh and blood under the scorching heat were exposed, emitting a strong stench of rot.

He Song Ziyan traveled all his life to the south and north, drank blood on the battlefield with Song Zheng's eldest brother, and dressed up for half his life, how could he have thought that he would encounter such an embarrassing situation in the future?

He shed countless blood for Shangsheng, but was repeatedly cornered by Shangsheng. He didn't protect Brother Song Zheng, he was already unjust, he broke with Shangsheng in the night battle, he was already disloyal, and now he can't even save Brother Song's only bloodline, so that this weak girl is victimized for no reason, he is already completely unkind.

As Chunnan said, on the Huangquan Road, how could he have the face to face the brothers of the Song family?

He sighed secretly and looked at the fierce young man in front of him, bitter in his heart.

Where is the choice? Now that it's all about it, what else is there to choose? What else is there for him to choose from?

This is like a chess game, the opponent holds the black son first, and the white piece in his hand is always vain and ethereal, just a dead game of chess, what does he have to fight? What does he have to slow down the other party's aggressive pace?

A game, before it started, he was already doomed and lost.

Whether you want a topographic map of Xichuan or the daughter of General Song. Such a multiple-choice question has no room for him to answer at all.

What could he say?

They were all waiting for his reply, but he knew better than anyone that there was no reply.

He didn't have a topographic map of Xichuan at all.

Meng Hui told them that he was willing to give Song Zheng's daughter a stable and undisturbed life, and he could let them no longer have ups and downs, of course they were willing, but they couldn't hand over the topographic map of Xichuan, so what was the use of them being willing?

The man with a sad face let out a long sigh, which was deep and heavy, like a wail of twilight.

The young man put his elbow on his hand, touched the corner of his lips, and looked at the man's eyes quietly, colorless dead ash, like a hollow washed away between the cracks in the stones after a big wave crashed on the shore.

The young man's eyes dimmed, and after the silent silence, he regained his calmness, raised his sleeves sideways, and his slender jade-like fingers slammed down, pointing at the sick and weak young girl, and said in a cold voice: "Lock her up with a chain, whip her and walk away, and rush to the street of Yudu." ”

As soon as the words were finished, the well-trained guards dragged the boat up, and with quick movements, chained her limbs and neck, what a humiliating way of locking, a little child was not even as good as a pig or a dog.

After the girl's pupils shrank, her previously misty eyes suddenly became clear, and she swept coldly towards the dirty and bloody basement, her gaze as cold as a knife pierced the face of the guard beside her, as if she could overturn them.

After a pause, the young man said: "After entering Yudong City, I will start fighting until I finish climbing Chaoluan Street." ”

Her eyes were gloomy, and she turned to the young man in front of her, but she saw her own figure in his eyes, dirty, thin, humble as grass, in his eyes, shrunk into a little figure.

And the young man who could make her humiliated like a dog stood in front of her with a faint eyebrow, a brocade white shirt, clean and dusty, like an independent immortal.

Lian Zhou sneered, but it brought a surge of qi and blood, and the weak child propped his hands on his chest and coughed heavily, even with his lungs as if he was about to cough out.

As soon as the cold guard pulled the chain, she couldn't move in an instant, her throat was itchy like a man, she arched her back slightly, and her rapid cough made her face bloodshot, and from a distance, the thin child looked like a lobster waiting to be eaten.

Lian Zhou will never forget that on the evening of the eighteenth day of her arrival in this world, she was about to be locked up like a beast by the son of the power minister of the Shangsheng Dynasty, and her weak body was not cured, and she was about to be brutally tortured in an instant, and many strong guards would lash her, kick her thin body around, and parade through the streets.

At this time, the lotus flowers of Li Hui Lake and Tongyi Pond bloom like poetry and music, the people of Yudu return from hoeing in the circulating sunset, the sky in June is cloudy, magnificent like a young woman dressed up, a few slender and misty songs occasionally float out from the height of Chunsheng Pavilion, and the years are quiet like the wind perched on the wings of water birds.

Only she, for no reason, was left out of this world.

Why should you use the dignity of others as a plaything, and why should I endure such inhuman insults?

Why should you be dressed in white and I should be covered in filth? Why should you be noble and elegant, and I should be humble as a mustard?

The resentment of the bizarre fate, the resentment of oppressing people with power, the disgust of being played with in applause, the tiredness of a life without light and warmth, the helplessness of not seeing the light of day and surviving at a loss, and the sorrow of the coming misery, like a tide, kept hitting this young woman with a heart failure.

The resentment was extreme, but her heart calmed down. She stared at the young man in front of her expressionlessly, her eyes swept over the shallow red mole on his forehead, slightly raised eyebrows, a high nose bridge, a clear sneer on her lips, and an unbeatable, arrogant chin curvature.

Even if he turned to ashes, she wouldn't forget him.

One day, what you have given me, I will, will, give back in full.

Meng Hui frowned when he saw the child's incomparably cold gaze, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he forgot to say in her fierce eyes. The young man in brocade clothes was slightly stunned, watching the girl as pale as paper under the whip of the guard, straightening her thin back, and leaving her sight without looking back.