After that, that person did not continue to pursue the matter, but deliberately took him with him, but it was the heaviest revenge.

constantly provoked him, violently attacked others in front of him, made him angry, made him powerless, crushed his conscience little by little, and deeply rooted the four words inferiority into his bone marrow and blood, so that he knew that even if he was angry and unwilling, he was the waste who could not do anything.

He grew silent and began to fear the whip in the man's hand, and he could have turned a blind eye or indifferent to the man's worsening wickedness.

yes, what does the life or death of those men have to do with him?

He's just a lowly minion.

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Hearing such an answer, the light in Weaving Dream's eyes trembled, and he didn't know what to go back to.

After a moment of silence, she swung her dagger fiercely, leaving a faint light in the darkness of the night, as if to drive such thoughts out of her mind.

She glared at him, and the words were sonorous.

"Who is born inferior, but he is just a coward who doesn't even dare to face himself!"

The stable's expression changed violently, the knife in his hand was almost unable to grasp, and he lowered his hand and rolled up and down, wanting to speak and stopping.

There is a sentence, let's go, tossing and turning on the tip of the tongue, but I don't know how to speak.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing! Didn't you hear my orders? Catch, stop, her!"

If this person is the deepest nightmare in his heart, then this person's voice is the beginning of the nightmare.

As long as he gives the order, he is inexplicably afraid.

When he heard this, he trembled involuntarily, and his fear of that person seemed to be rooted in his bones, so he raised his knife against Weaving Dream again.

He whispered, "I'm sorry, I was forced too!"

After speaking, he attacked Weaving Dream fiercely, and the knife in his hand was a few points faster than Fang Cai.

Although in the eyes of the stables and the man, the dagger in Weaving Dream's hand was cruel and secretive, and it was always able to block the horseman's attack, which was really difficult to deal with. Weaving Dream's face was as usual, but her heart couldn't help but burn, only she knew that this kind of response made her feel more and more difficult.

If you don't get out, it's bad!

The man was very anxious to see it on the side, and he couldn't take a yellow-haired girl for a long time, so he couldn't help but scold irritably: "It's just a rice bucket! What's the use of raising you! It's better to just find a tree and hang it! Waste thing!"

As soon as the excitement was too big, there was a heart-piercing pain from his shoulder that was scratched by Weaving Dreams, but he was thoughtful, and suddenly remembered, he hurriedly commanded the stable, "This little madman has an injury in the shoulder, attack her shoulder!"

Weaving Dreams looked awe-inspired, and couldn't help but want to scold, despicable.

The man not only grabbed her hair but also pricked the wound on her shoulder, which was so miserable that he came again.

The stableman was accustomed to obeying his arrangement, and the knife in his hand immediately changed his move, and began to attack Dream Weaver's shoulders with an overwhelming force.

Weaving Dream once again narrowly avoided the long knife that came to her face, but she was hit in the chest by the stable, and she fell to the ground as soon as her body was crooked, hand

The bones of the dagger rolled to the side, and the knife in the stable's hand was aimed at her throat.

Seeing her captured, the man burst out laughing proudly.

"Okay! The little madman who toasts and doesn't eat and eats the penalty wine, and the bear-hearted leopard dares to fight me, do you really think I can't cure you?"

"Isn't it hard bones? Little madman, I'd like to see it! Hey, come here, tie her hands up and put her in a sack. ”

The stableman lowered his head and grabbed her by the collar, dragged her to the back of the carriage, and after two steps he stopped again, and asked without looking back: "Childe, where is the man in the sack?"

The man shook his fist angrily, and there was a vague look of anger.

"Brainless fool, wouldn't it be nice to throw that dead boy on the side of the street!

The horse herd nodded indifferently and continued to walk towards the carriage, and Weaving Dream suddenly reacted, the sack she saw behind the carriage just now contained a person in it!

The stables stood still behind the carriage, grabbed a rope from the carriage, tied Dreamweaver's hand, tossed her aside, and then crouched down and opened the sack.

At the glance he saw, Weaving Dream almost screamed.

As soon as the sack was untied, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and a soft black shadow rolled out, lying lifeless on the ground.

It was clearly only a half-grown child, but it looked like it had been fished out of a pool of blood.

He curled up in pain but could still see that he was extremely thin and bony, his face was iron-blue, his eyes were closed with tears, he was put into a sack and tied to the carriage and I don't know how long he had been dragged, his body was bruised and purple, and there were obvious whip marks, his old clothes were tattered and tattered, so dirty that he could no longer see the original color, blood stains mixed with dust, sticking to the bare skin and forming pieces of dirty dark red dirt, the whole person looked like a broken porcelain doll, bloody and cruel, and looked extremely miserable.

For the first time, she felt that the weight of life was so heavy that she could barely breathe.

With just one glance, Weaving Dream turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it more, just now when she saw it, the child was still moving weakly, presumably there was still a trace of breath, if it could be sent to the hospital in time, maybe it could be saved!

But after a while, he was suffocated to death in a sack!

Weaving Dream gritted his teeth and wanted to hold back the sourness and distress in his heart, but he still couldn't help but redden.

How could such a thin child withstand such inhuman treatment!

How indifferent does a heart have to be to do such a dehumanizing and heart-wrenching thing?

The man walked over with his shoulders folded and grinning, looked down at her condescendingly, and triumphantly shared his "great achievements" with her.

"Hehe, do you see, this dead boy who doesn't have long eyes dares to sprinkle the pig food he eats on my boots, Lao Tzu's boots are specially made by someone, and they are stained by this little thing that doesn't have long eyes!

The man smiled and stretched out his foot and kicked the child who had died tragically, without the slightest guilt or pity, "Look, he is here."

The appearance of lying on the ground obediently resembles a dead dog on the side of the road!

The stableman laughed obediently, like a puppet without a soul.

A slave should be a minion.

If the owner says it's funny, it's funny.

Weaving Dream looked at them coldly, the fingers that were tied behind him curled up hard, the monstrous killing intent that he had never had before was constantly whistling and churning in his heart, and his bright pupils gradually turned into pitch black, like a night sky without stars, dark and dark, and it looked extremely weird.

Someone whispered bewitchment in her ear.

Kill them!

How do they deserve to live?

"How about it, for the sake of your possibility, as long as you kneel down and beg me, I will be merciful and let you go!"

"Quick, get down on your knees and beg me!"

Weaving Dream couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and the mouth in front of her closed one by one, like a bloody mouth that began to devour her consciousness. After that sentence with murderous intent suddenly appeared in her mind, her blood surged all over her body as if it was about to explode, and thousands of needles were as painful as.

The true qi in her body was running wildly, as if she was about to burst her meridians to vent out, and her consciousness was a little blurred by the impact.

"Hurry up and beg for mercy!"

The man looked at Weaving Dreams without reacting, and was suddenly angered by her attitude, and kicked Weaving Dreams hard, kicking her to the ground.

"Okay! The dead girl has a strong temper! Lao Tzu wants to see if your bones are hard or the ground in Dongjun City is hard! What kind of sack to put and tie it directly!"

When the horse boy heard this, he stopped moving in his hand and was silent for a while before he spoke quietly.

“...... It's going to die. ”

The man's face sank when he heard this, and black qi suddenly gathered between his eyebrows, like a fierce and vicious Yama.

"You're rebelling against me?"

Seeing that he was about to get angry, the stableman quickly lowered his head in fear and tied the other end of the rope that bound Weaving Dream's wrist to the carriage.

Weaving Dream still didn't say a word, with a cold face and frowning, this appearance made the man's heart feel angry.

"Quick, let's get behind the wheel!"

The man climbed into the carriage in a rage, and called the stableman brutally, the whip in his hand crackling.

The stableman looked back at Weaving Dream, who was tied to the carriage, and his heart sank, so he climbed into the carriage, grabbed the reins and drove the horse forward.

The sound of rolling wheels sounded.

As soon as the carriage ran, Weaving Dream was dragged by savagery, leaving a muffled sound of friction.

The man looked at the long street excitedly, looking back from time to time, the smug smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden, and he could immediately hear the crying and begging for mercy of this stinky girl who didn't know what to do, and it was exciting to think about it.

Hurry up and cry and beg for mercy!

(End of chapter)