Yin Qi entered the body and turned into thousands of nightmares, bringing infinite pain to Xiao Han, her soul struggled in the nightmare, her hands were desperately torn on her body, trying to break free of the nightmare, but she only tore the ragged clothes on her body, revealing a petite and delicate, haggard **.

Wu Ye watched silently, his eyes were extraordinarily deep.

In all fairness, Xiao Han is not a beauty with a beautiful face, and he can't be compared with Wang Muling's little bitch who scratches his bones, otherwise it would be impossible to dress up as a man and hide from the world.

Her eyebrows are too straight, the bridge of her nose is too straight, her lips are too stubborn, her thin little face is too rigid, and she is lined with short broken hair, more like a heroic little boy.

Her hands and feet are very long, and her bones are a little big, because she practices martial arts too hard, but she doesn't have enough food and medicinal herbs to nourish her, and under her honey-colored skin, her bones are as thin as firewood, and even the crispy meat on her chest is as green as a small apple.

Where is like a sixteen-year-old mature girl, she is simply an eleven or twelve-year-old little girl who has not yet grown.

Only under the lower abdomen, a lightly dotted clump of fragrant grass, and a few drops of blood plum in the private parts of the messy place, reveal a hint of girlish charm.

Wu Ye's eyes were surging with mixed emotions.

As an adult man with normal tastes, Xiao Han's body can't provoke his **, but on this delicate body, the layers of scars are very easy to arouse the love in people's hearts.

Bruising, bruising, scarring, ulceration...... The girl's skin is open and fleshy, and her body is covered with bruises, like a puppet that has been ravaged by a naughty boy at night and played with it.

Some of the injuries are due to my own crazy cultivation, and I don't know how to recuperate, and they are left behind.

Some of the injuries were caused by the children of the Xiao family who provoked and beat them up.

More injuries were caused by Wang Biao's miscellaneous.

Wu Ye's gaze swept over the wounds, each wound reminded him of how Wang Biao had abused the girl in the past, and every memory diluted the fierceness in the depths of his eyes.

However, the fierce light finally rose up again, condensed into a sharp icicle!

Gently plucking a steel fork from the wall, the edge continued to swallow in the palm of his hand, Wu Ye walked towards the girl step by step, expressionless, looking at the girl's heart condescendingly.

He hesitated.

For the first time in his life, this tiger scorpion, which would rush up to fight without hesitation in the face of seventeen or eighteen fully armed strong men, fell into a long hesitation.

Maybe it was because he felt his cold gaze, or maybe it was a terrible monster that appeared in the nightmare, the girl's stubborn little face was wrinkled, and Chu Chu murmured pitifully: "Dad...... Mother......"

Wu Ye was shocked, and took half a step back, his face completely bloodless, and his eyes were blank.

As if I saw that in the Nine Hidden Yellow Springs, under the eighteenth layer of hell, in the tumbling blood pool, there was also an equally poor little ghost, who suffered endless suffering, and could only warm himself with memories of the past, and moaned for a long time: "Dad...... Mom......"

Ice-pick-like eyes melted instantly, and with a sigh, Wu Ye tucked the steel fork back into his waist, took a roll of patched thin quilts from the pyre, and gently wrapped the girl's scarred delicate body.

"Hmm......" The girl wrapped the quilt tightly, seemed to break free from the nightmare, the painful look disappeared, and the corners of her mouth hooked up an innocent and flawless smile, revealing a shallow pear vortex.

Wu Ye pinched the root of his thigh, reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the girl's delicate face, and retrieved the twelve steel forks, as for the traces of glutinous rice and boy urine, but it was irrelevant, and he couldn't find his head.

"Let's go, there's another Fang Yan to deal with!" smiled a little distressedly, scratched his messy hair, leaned over and touched the knife, but felt empty.

"Where's the tiger fang?" Wu Ye's face changed drastically.

Fu Bing Huya can also send out a gale slash, which was deliberately thrown to the ground by him, calculated the direction, as a hole card for turning the tables at a critical moment, it is impossible to remember the wrong position, why is it gone?

The back of his head was cold, and he hurriedly turned back, it was too late, Sen Leng's blade was on his neck, the knife was suffocating, and the cold air was in the bones!

The girl's eyes shone with mixed feelings, anger, hatred, humiliation, and deep shame!

Xiao Han woke up!

"Wang Biao, you, you, what have you done!" crystal tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably, and the girl bit her lips, her bones turned white, and she trembled!

She only knew that the old man in the ring suddenly turned into a hideous white-eyed old ghost, and then Wang Biao, the thief, crashed in through the window, and then he lost his memory, and when he woke up, his clothes were all torn, his body was sore, weak, and in pain, and there was an indescribable blush on the root of his thighs, and he thought that he had been Wang Biao, the thief...... Insulted!

"I didn't do anything! I'll help you beat the old man!" Wu Ye wanted to cry without tears, and he was busy arguing.

"Nonsense! You know ...... You clearly ......" Xiao Han was so ashamed that he couldn't say anything more.

"I obviously didn't do anything! You came to Tianhua by yourself! You do the math, isn't it almost there? Really, we are innocent, girl!" Wu Ye was hoarse, and he wanted to show his heart to the girl.

"Shut up, who is your sister-in-law! You, you thief, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"

"This ......," Wu Ye choked.

As soon as I saw his ghostly appearance, I knew that there was no good thing, the girl could be regarded as remembering all the new and old hatreds, the blood was churning all over her body, and the knife was tugging back and forth on Wu Ye's neck, and seeing that he could bleed him if he advanced for half a minute, Wu Ye was so frightened that he shouted: "Don't do it, don't do it, I have something to say!"

"If you have something to say, I'll send you on your way after that!"

"Okay, then I'll say it! Actually, I, this, I ......."

Wu Ye took a deep breath, looked at the girl with her hair scattered, looking like a madman, and knew that at this moment, the ordinary tricks and routines of this situation did not work, and she had to use the trick of smiling and arrogant to press the bottom of the box!

Looking deeply into the girl's eyes, Wu Ye instantly became extremely serious, and said four words word by word:

"I like you!"

Xiao Han gasped, as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the whole person was shocked!

"You, you, what did you say?"

Wu Ye's expression was solemn, his voice was deep, and he fell into a long memory: "From the year I came to Zhongyang Town, the moment I saw you for the first time at the Three Clans Competition, the softest place in my heart was gently touched, and after a long time, I knew that it meant that there was no return, it meant that the eternal night was sinking, and it meant that I was hopelessly ...... Fell in love with you. ”

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One day, the editor called for the bull's head.

"Bull head, your new book, have you thought of a name?"

"Think about it, think about it, super powerful, super invincible, super domineering name!"

"Oh, so powerful, tell me about it?"

"Stand up straight, hold on to the wall, and listen to "My Wife is Waste Firewood"!"

And then, there is no then......