Chaotic and tired dreams, like unbreakable vegetable stalks, entangle the trivialities of the past with the long-cherished wishes of this life.

The body seems to be floating and hanging in the air, which is so uncomfortable.

When she opened her eyes, she didn't even notice that her breathing was stagnant, but she could see that the beams of the house were so low that she could reach out to the roof. In the corner, a layer of white spider web is covered with an elderly white spider, and the earthen wall under it is pasted with a bright red "Xi".

When I rolled my eyes slightly, I saw a dim mud house.

The house was unusually small, and at the foot was a mottled square wooden table with scissors, a short dagger, and a small medicine bag on it. In the light and shadow of the candle's tears, a coarse linen horse still shaking hung next to the white-washed mattress, and a small stool that had fallen down underneath was particularly strange.

"I'm ......"

She subconsciously raised her hand, only to find that her stiff body could barely move. His eyelids rolled, and he was hung from a beam by a coarse hemp neck.

It is clear that this is suicide.

The flower fat mist struggled a few times, but couldn't pounce down, and when he was desperate, the door was kicked open, and even the wooden bolt was broken.

"Fuck! Let you marry, you are here to seek death and life with Lao Tzu! ”

Rushing in was an old butcher, holding a greasy pig-killing knife in his hand, and slashed on the hemp rope, the rope was immediately broken, and the flower fat mist was planted on the ground, and before he had time to cry out for pain, he was dragged away by two people holding his arms.

"Keep an eye on her!"

The butcher followed behind, walking briskly, and did not forget to kick the waist of the flower fat mist, "Grandma's, if you want to die, you will also marry me to the Li Mansion and die!" Lao Tzu raised you so big, you still dare to be disobedient! ”

Dragged out of the gloomy room, the sun was shining.

The mist was silent, his consciousness was not clear, and his limbs did not know how to act. His hands and feet were drooping, and he had a face that was about to die.

The memories in my mind, starting from the harmony of the Hua clan, to Zuo Jingshu and Li Jinjin, as well as the wind of the cliff, and the smell of blood on my body......

But where is it now?

The old woman holding the arm of the flower butter mist chattered in her ear: "I can't figure anything except a face." Losing money and goods, sending you to the Li Mansion is to promote you, isn't it just an old man? Women, who is not married? Besides, your brother is going to marry, and the daughter of the coffin shop next door doesn't look down on us, so we can't go to the Li Mansion to get some dowry and take care of your brother! ”

Co-authored, she's been sold?!

The flower fat mist suddenly came to her senses, looked down at her body, hey, where is the clothes she wore when she jumped off the cliff?

Now, the foot is full of red lotus, red clothes and hands, cinnabar from head to toe, and the skirt is embroidered with large clusters of pink butterflies and golden peonies, stacked and crowded, gaudy and ridiculous.

She frowned slightly, looked at the wedding dress, and gradually found that this figure seemed to be very different, it looked extremely graceful, even such a tacky wedding dress can set off the taste of her small jasper, if it is changed to the gorgeous wedding dress of the flower family, how can it be done?

This chest, undulating.

This waist, Yingying grasped.

This buttocks ......

slapped her ass hard by the old woman who was supporting her just now.

Flower Fat Mist looked up, and had already walked to the front of another big house, there was a small copper lock hanging on the door, and the old woman pushed it unceremoniously, and she staggered in, listening to the sound behind her.

"Stinky girl, don't try to die! Mother is not thin on you, it is much better to marry to Li Mansion as a concubine than to marry that poor and sour show! ”

Click.

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