She curled up on the side of the streets of the East County with her knees folded sullenly, and the occasional horse-drawn carriage returning from night passed by in her ears, and the wheels rolled over the ground.

However, no one would say a word to her during the day, and the night was even more delightful, not to mention that someone would suddenly pity her.

She only felt that her whole body was about to freeze, the wound was scabbed and frozen, repeated, painful and itchy, she just hugged her knees, buried her face between her arms, and the more she sitted, the more numb she became.

Looks like you're going to freeze to death?

Like, it's not bad.

After holding the same position for a long time, her eyelids became a little heavy, and she closed her eyes and became confused.

There seemed to be another sound of wheels rolling, and a few faint sounds sounded...... There was a shout of rage, and soon the streets fell silent again.

It was quiet, but she suddenly opened her eyes.

Something seems wrong......

Was it her delusion?

She felt like she was being bound by a net, and she couldn't even breathe, which was a weird feeling, and she was sitting on the side of the street.

She bit her lip silently, the pain clearing her mind.

She kept her face down on her knees and did not look up immediately, but only observed through the gap between her arms and knees, and looked through the dim moonlight, and her heart was startled.

At some point, there was a black shadow in front of her.

In normal times, she could have noticed it a long time ago, but today's body was really in pain, and her feeling became a lot duller. That's why she left the barren mountain, and if she stayed there, she would lose her keen senses, and she would surely die if she encountered wild beasts.

Who is it?

Suddenly, the dark shadow took another silent step closer to her, and the shadow flickered, as if trying to lean down close to her head.

She quickly shrank back, pulling away from the distance that was so close.

She looked up and saw a tall man standing in front of her, and a gorgeous carriage parked in the street not far away.

The man looked at her with a smile on his face when he saw her look up, "Are you scared? I'm sorry." ”

The man asked, in a sincere and sincere tone, with obvious concern.

The man was obviously smiling, but Weaving Dream felt a chill in his heart, especially his eyes, he couldn't tell what it felt, but it made people breathless.

Weaving Dream didn't open his mouth to answer, and he didn't get angry and spoke again.

"Little girl, why don't you come home so late?"

Dream weaver curled up her fingers and shook her head in silence.

"Hey, is it homeless?"

The man looked surprised, paced beside her for two or three turns, and then stopped in front of her.

"What a pathetic little fellow. ”

He leaned down slightly, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, Weaving Dream subconsciously dodged, the man was stunned for a moment, a trace of displeasure flashed on his face, but he still kept a smile and asked: "It really hurts me to be on the street on such a cold day, why don't you go home with me?" ”

Weaving Dream shook his head decisively.

The man raised his hand again to caress her face, but Weaving Dream resistantly avoided it again.

“

Don't be stupid and stubborn, you see your whole body is frozen, you are homeless anyway, why don't you follow me back!"

No matter what he said, Weaving Dream just shook his head, hoping that he would leave soon.

After a moment of silence, the man snorted impatiently, as if he had lost his patience, and he took two steps in place with a little irritability, and asked again, "Really?"

Weaving Dream still shook his head and whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, but don't need to." ”

He straightened up and took two steps back, and Weaving Dream breathed a sigh of relief, finally leaving.

However, before she could react, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her to her feet.

"It's just a lowly little beggar, Uncle Ben has already given you enough face, you have to toast and not eat and drink!

At this time, the face is fierce and hideous, and the appearance of the smile on Fang Cai's face is very different, and the speed of changing his face is staggering.

If she really wants to help her, she has been sitting here for a day during the day, why do she come in the dead of night?

It looks like she's a pervert, and she has to find a way to get out of it quickly.

The man's hand was very strong, and Weaving Dream tried to struggle twice, but his scalp was pulled hard, and the pain was so bad that he couldn't break free at once.

Seeing her struggling, the man took out a free hand and pinched Weaving Dream's shoulder fiercely, the wound on the shoulder that was scratched by the wolf's claw was not treated, it was still a bad condition of blurred flesh and blood, and she was pinched so hard, a piercing pain suddenly jumped into her mind, and she snorted.

"Is it painful? Good, my brother will give you a good look later!"

Brother?Weaving Dreams' head buzzed, and a chill crept up in his heart.

was brutally dragged to the carriage parked aside, Weaving Dream was very resistant and kept struggling, but because of his serious physical injuries and being pulled by his hair, there was really no way to break free from his confinement.

Walking to the carriage, Zhimeng saw that there was a person standing near the carriage, slightly older than the man, tall and burly, with a red whip mark on his face, red and swollen, it seemed that he had been injured recently, and there was a knife pinned to his waist, which seemed to have some martial arts.

Is it a pedestrian on the road?

It's good to have someone, Weaving Dream can't help but ignite some hope, if this person practices martial arts, he shouldn't watch her being arrested, right?

When she was struggling, she took the opportunity to investigate, and the man who captured her did not have any internal strength, but only a lot of strength. As long as this man is willing to help her, she can escape from his clutches.

Weaving Dream looked up at the man, his eyes struck with pleading.

Please, can you help her!

The man noticed her eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, looked at the man without saying anything, and hesitated for a moment before whispering.

"Master, this is still a ...... "child......

At that time, Weaving Dream had just come out of the Phantom Flower Palace, just turned fifteen years old, thin and small, and it was not wrong to say that he was a child.

Weaving dreams blinked, and his mood was a little complicated.

Master? This man is his master? They are in a group!

Although it's barely there

Help her intercede, but the man who grabbed her directly slapped him, and scolded angrily: "What are you talking about? You are just a lowly dog slave who dares to question your master?"

The stable's expression shriveled, and he turned his head away from Weaving Dreams' gaze.

Weaving Dream was not too disappointed, since it was a master and servant, what if this servant knew martial arts?

At the man's signal, the stableman reached out and reluctantly lifted the curtain of the carriage.

She grabbed her by the collar and threw her into the car, where she fell with a thud.

Weaving Meng rubbed his aching scalp, this stinky man actually pulled his hair with his hands, it was really embarrassing.

Before the man got into the carriage, Weaving Dream quickly took out the only remaining dagger from his calf and hid it in his hand, shrank into the corner of the carriage, and quietly looked inside the carriage, only the door in front of him was left to enter and exit.

Although she wanted to pounce and beat the man directly, but she was seriously injured and froze for so long, she didn't get a drop of water for a day and a night, and the lethality of not using weapons was greatly reduced, and she was not sure that she could be fatal with one blow, so she had to find a suitable opportunity.

"Waiting outside. ”

After giving the horse herd, the man came in with a short body, and the curtain was lowered.

In the small space, the man beckoned to her, as if calling a dog.

"Come here, let my brother take a good look at your injuries!"

Weaving Dream remained motionless, the cold dagger against her skin, making her feel extra calm.

As long as she is not imprisoned, there is still room for her to resist.

"Dead girl, are you deaf!

The man reached for her impatiently, and Weaving quickly dodged his hand, two or three times in a row, and the man didn't reach the corner of her clothes.

Enraged by her dodge, the man's face sank, and a black gas crept up between his eyebrows, and he grabbed a teacup from the well-equipped utensils in the carriage and smashed it towards Weaving Dream.

Weaving Dream turned his head sideways to avoid the teacup, and smashed it on the carriage board with a bang, smashing to pieces.

When the blow missed, the man became angry, except for the candlestick fixed on the small table that was not caught, other things that could be caught, as soon as he grabbed it, he smashed his head and face to the side of Weaving Dreams.

There was a crackle, and soon there was a mess in the carriage. The stableman stood outside the carriage and listened in horror, and his expression was extremely complicated.

Although Weaving Dream dodged quickly, there was only a little space in the carriage after all, and there were still a lot of new injuries. The adult man's strength was very strong, and it hurt to scratch the things he smashed slightly, but she never said a word, and she never cried out in pain.

With only a dagger in her hand, she had to find the right opportunity to kill her with one move.

(End of chapter)