Seeing that everything that could be dropped had fallen, the thin little girl in front of her was still standing well, and she didn't even scream in pain. The man felt more and more like he was humiliated, he had never met such a stinky girl who didn't know what to do.

He's going to have to give her some color today.

The man tore a horsewhip from his waist, grabbed it in his hand and pulled it. It was not because he liked to ride horses, he usually used it to scold people, and these lowly servants drove for him to travel, and he needed to know how to drive, all he had to do was wave the whip and call them like animals.

He sneered, and without saying a word, he raised his horsewhip and whipped it at Weaving Dreams.

The space in the carriage is too small to dodge, Weaving Dream has been whipped a lot, but she still gritted her teeth and did not cry out in pain, she carefully stared at his whipping action while dodging, but such an arrogant and unreasonable whip can only be thrown casually.

Precisely because he was throwing his whip indiscriminately, he couldn't get close at all......

She was holding a dagger, and the enemy was holding a long whip, and if she didn't get close, what would she do? But if she didn't fight, she couldn't get out at all.

After another whip, her body shook suddenly, and the whole person fell backwards, slamming heavily on the car board, as if she could no longer support such a ferocious abuse.

Seeing that Weaving Dream fell, the man whipped her again, and when he saw that her eyes were closed and there was no reaction, he took the whip and smiled proudly.

"Hey, the dead girl who didn't clean up, she was really not honest, it would be nice to lie down obediently earlier, why suffer so much with a little eyesight. ”

The man walked over, squatted down and stretched out his hand to caress Weaving Dream's cheek, and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the blood off her face, and a look of fascination rose in his eyes.

This face is so beautiful.

During the day, he noticed this little girl sitting on the side of the street when he passed by the street, although she was covered in blood and embarrassed, and her face could not be seen as it was, but those eyes as bright as stars told him that this little girl must be very beautiful when she cleaned up.

Somehow, the more I think about it, the more itchy it becomes.

He loves these young and beautiful little girls so much!

When he came home, he walked down the street again, thinking that the little girl who made him ape in the day must be gone, and glanced at it with a little regret, but at a glance he saw that she was still sitting alone on the side of the street, curled up, a small lump, pitiful and distressing.

Isn't it a godsend to meet twice in a day?

He leaned down close to Weaving Dream's face, ready to kiss the beautiful soft red lips.

A cold dagger came down his throat.

"Don't move!"

Weaving Dream, who had been lying on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, holding a dagger in his hand and coldly warned.

She just pretended to be stunned and tricked him, waiting for him to let his guard down before she had a chance to get close to him.

The man really stopped his movements and looked at her, and laughed meaninglessly, "Little girl, I suddenly found that you are so likable, and you pointed a knife at me as soon as you came up, it was so exciting, I like it!"

Weaving dreams only felt a chill, instantly

She had goosebumps, and she felt suffocated if she stayed here for any more second.

She didn't answer, threatened with a dagger, made him stand up, and the two of them reversed positions so that her position was closer to the exit, and she could escape from the carriage with just a jump out!

At that time, Weaving Dream had just come out of the Phantom Flower Palace, and she had never had a human life on her hands, since this person didn't know martial arts, she didn't want to hurt people for no reason, and if she could leave safely, there was no need to really kill him.

But such lustful people should be taught a lesson.

Weaving Dream made up his mind with a flip of his wrist, and the dagger slashed down the man's shoulder, he snorted in pain, and blood quickly gushed from his shoulder, and he scolded her.

Knowing that she had a wound on her shoulder, he deliberately pinched her wound, which was extremely bad, and this was to return him.

After a small punishment, Weaving Dream pushed him back hard, took the opportunity to open the curtain and drill out, and jumped out of the carriage in an instant.

"Catch her! Catch her! Fool, what are you doing!"

Weaving Dream thought that the man would be a little more restrained when he was injured, but he shouted loudly directly, and then rushed out of the carriage, covered his shoulders and scolded the horse herd waiting beside him painfully and urgently: "Catch her quickly! If you dare to let her go, Lao Tzu will beat you to death! Go quickly!"

Weaving Dream didn't care what the man said violently, jumped out of the carriage and ran behind, but when he passed behind the carriage, his steps paused.

Behind the carriage was a sack of filth, black stains, bulging as if it were full of things.

What is it?

She didn't have time to dig deeper, she glanced at it hurriedly and prepared to leave, but the sack actually moved, startling Weaving Dreams.

There are some bad speculations in my mind......

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"Stop!"

Weaving Dream looked back, the horse stable had quickly chased after the man's orders, and the man stood on the carriage with his shoulders covered and commanded angrily, "You crazy girl in the mud, you actually have a knife with you! Damn, you'd better not fall into my hands, dog minion, get this little madman back for me!"

Hearing this, the horseman's face sank, and he pulled out a knife from his waist and pointed at Weaving Dream, there were whip marks on his wrists as on his face, but the whip marks on his hands were dense, and the new and old wounds overlapped, and they all looked numb, terrifying, and he didn't need to lift his clothes, he could imagine that the whip marks on his skin would only be more.

One by one, they were all left by the man's whipping with the whip that drove the cattle, and it was a sign of great shame not to regard him as a human being.

He swung his knife and slashed at Weaving Dreams, bringing a chill of coldness, Weaving Dreams dodged dangerously, and quickly held the dagger and passed two moves with him.

found that this person's cultivation is not low, judging from her current poor physical condition, she is the one who suffers if she continues to fight.

She has almost nothing but a life now, what about practicing the Phantom Flower Divine Skill, her skills are still shallow, without the Phantom Flower Bell as an assistant, she just has more internal strength than others and is agile.

She raised her dagger to block the bard's blade, leaving no trace

He took a breath, finally opened his mouth, tried to communicate with him, and asked in a low voice: "Your sword skills are good, why are you willing to live under others, and even help to abuse?"

The stableman was stunned, and panicked away from her gaze and questioning.

"I ...... Just a lowly minion. ”

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It is clear that he can resist and stop such evil deeds, but he chooses to run away because this is his life......

He was born to be a minion.

His father is the horse stable in the house, and his mother is the maid in the house, he gave birth to a slave who became a slave in the house, and was born to be a slave.

At first, it was okay to just run errands in the house, but later because of his similar age, he was assigned to serve the young master. I have heard that this son in the family has been pampered since he was a child, arrogant and accustomed, and his temperament is the most fond of flowers, tyranny, tyrannical, domineering, and real scum.

I didn't see them as human beings at all.

Whether you practice martial arts or literature, if you have a skill, you will always have a bit of heart.

So since he followed this son, he naturally couldn't get used to this kind of style, and even looked down on this kind of waste that he had raised in the flowers since he was a child.

He was called and drunk, beaten and scolded like an animal at the slightest disappointment, and he couldn't bear to be a cow and a horse for such an incompetent and selfish person, and his dignity was greatly insulted.

So he grabbed Childe by the collar and was about to punch the disgusting face with his fist, but he was caught.

He knew that he would definitely be stopped by the people in the mansion by doing so, but he never thought that the person who would stand up first would be his father.

Why!

The person who did the wrong thing first was clearly this well-dressed beast-like wasted man, what did he do wrong!

Why did you hold on to his hand like this?

He watched his father fear that his son's recklessness would anger his master and be punished, and it was clear that his age was not too much for that bastard boy to call him grandpa, but such an old slave who had worked for the house all his life trembled and knelt down in front of everyone, and kept kowtowing to the man humbly, begging his master to forgive his son's young ignorance.

The bowed head descended into the dust.

His fist stiffened in mid-air, and the man glanced at him contemptuously, swept his fist away, walked up to Daddy, kicked the old slave over with a single kick, and then stomped on his feet mercilessly.

Even so, his father kept apologizing to that person with a smile on his face, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, like a dog that is always loyal and obedient.

His eyes were staring, and something unfamiliar rolled through his throat, almost burning his eye sockets.

The man smiled contemptuously and disdainfully at him, and struck him in the heart like a curse.

"See, you'll always be just my minion, an inferior. ”

At that moment, his dignity was also trampled to pieces.

(End of chapter)