Chu Wuxu was thrown out directly, only to hear the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground outside, followed by a painful wail, and the sound of something breaking or broken, Zi Qianmo didn't bother to distinguish it.

Mo Yan looked up at her.

His eyes are dark and deep, and he is very focused.

Zi Qianmo raised his eyebrows: "What?" Distressed? ”

She just said it casually.

Naturally, I know that Mo Yan has always hated Chu Wuxu, and he will definitely not be "distressed", maybe he will be happy in his heart.

Sure enough—

"It's good that she fell to her death." Mo Yan's thin lips moved slightly, like a knife blade, and the words he said were even bloody.

"I think so too." Ziqian Mo agreed.

It's clean when it's dead.

So noisy, always twittering and mocking himself, is even more annoying than the crow spirit that quacks in the graveyard.

In order to determine whether Chu Wuxu had fallen to his death, Zi Qianmo also deliberately walked to the window and glanced down-

I saw Chu Wuxu fall on a tiled roof in a very indecent posture.

That hut was lived by Lao Chen, who guarded the door.

After landing on the roof, Chu Wuxu seemed to have bent his waist and fractured his calf. The roof was sloping in a herringbone shape, and Chu Wuxu couldn't keep his balance at all, and after being injured once, he actually rolled down the roof hill with a grunt and fell heavily to the ground.

This time, it's even worse.

It's face to the ground.

The white veil she wore around her face just fell off.

revealed the rotten face covered with large fire sores and ugly eyes.

The rotten face hit the ground, and there were sharp stones on the ground, and they pierced into the fire and poisonous sores, and the poisonous sores were punctured, and the blood and pus flew out, spraying everywhere, staining Chu Wuxu's clothes, hair, and face.

It's not just a mess anymore.

Rather, it should be called disgusting.

"Oops, you...... You ......" Lao Chen was holding half a chilled watermelon, sitting at the door of his hut, digging watermelons with a spoon and eating them.

As a result, Chu Wuxu fell in front of him like this.

The splattered pus and plasma suddenly made him lose his appetite, lowered his head, looked at the watermelon in the red soil, and suddenly felt that what he had just eaten in his stomach wanted to vomit.

"Gross-"

In the end, I couldn't hold back.

Lao Chen threw away half of the watermelon and ran behind the tree to vomit.

And the half of the uneaten watermelon, so immortal, just buckled upside down on Chu Wuxu's head, covering her head tightly.

Chu Wuxu: "Ahhhhh ”

I can't take it anymore.

She's going to scream! She's going to be hysterical!

She just wants to recognize that little bastard and raise her as a son, why is it so difficult? Anyone can step on her, Mo Yan is like this, Zi Qianmo is like this, and even this gatekeeper Lai Pi Chen can humiliate her with watermelon peels!

What's the point of her life!

Chu Wuxu screamed and wept at the same time, then limped and dragged his broken calf, found a branch to use as a crutch, and trembled down the mountain and left the Rilun Pavilion.

It took more than an hour of effort before he moved and returned to the Immortal Pavilion.

As soon as Taihong saw Chu Wuxu's appearance, he was immediately shocked and his jaw fell to the ground: "Your Royal Highness the eldest princess, you ...... How did you get yourself like this? ”

Oh, my God!

When I went out, it wasn't so miserable!