Chapter 2: Pull out

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"18-year-old mother, never want to go, tell you to tell my wife, my mother is seriously ill, the doctor said, the movement will definitely make the condition worse, I beg you, the old slave gives you a hoe..." Trembling, full of pleading.
Another girl chilled and sternly said: "Xing Niang, Hugh wants to marry her! You still don't understand, 18-year-old mother is arrogant that my mother-in-law has a long and short two, she is good to be a prostitute, ask her What's the use! If the mother has something wrong, we will go with the mother! If you are in the hands of those who are in the wolf!
Xing Niang, late green, Yan Yan once again reflected the information of these two people, such a strange thing, let her stay on the ground, and forgot to climb up.
"You! Come and bind me to this ignorant slave!" The voice was sharp and harsh, and it was obviously angry.
Outside, the footsteps in the hustle and bustle are getting closer and closer, and the face is on the ground, laboriously leaning over the head and facing the door.
Before the face was lifted up, the door was knocked open.
The rain outside came with a cold and cold breath, and the cool air broke into the spleen and lungs. The first thing that came into view was a pair of small feet, sneakers and socks, and the high wooden bottom was soaked by rain, which looked very heavy.
The stranger seemed to be lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, and he screamed, and he stepped back a few steps, and was supported by the prostitute around her.
It was not only her that was scared, but also everyone present, Xing Niang and the late-green shackles, rushed forward and screamed in horror: "Mother! Mother!"
Niang is the name of the woman in the Tang Dynasty. She faintly emerged from her mind. She tried to look up and saw two faces full of anxious faces, a wrinkled face, white hair, and a skinny face. Tears criss-cross, another girl outside is about sixteen or seven years old, Dan Feng eye Qiong nose lip, a small red dragonfly in the corner of his mouth, in addition to the cheeks because of the thin and depressed, it is considered a beautiful person.
It is Xing Niang and late green who are waiting for themselves.
"Mother! You woke up? How can you lie on the ground, if you are cold again, what can you do?" Xing Niang saw her face moving, and she was shocked and happy. She stopped crying and took her up in her arms. Tears have been smashing all the time.
The burlap Ge Yi, some people tied up, sighed and smelled a scent of scent, and a warm heart, could not help but hate the arrogant jade.
"Eighteen Niangniang! My mother is already awake, just need to cultivate some time to be good, no need to move elsewhere." Late green, so loud that the room can be heard inside and outside.
"Oh, great? I am afraid that it will return to the light!" Yan Meiyu's voice is sharp, just like her mean words.
Yan Yan did not know where she was going to remove herself, but she was only eager to see the two servants around her, and she knew that it was not a good place. Whether it is a dream or a reality, Yan Yan is not a master who is willing to suffer.
She coughed twice weakly, "help me up."
The voice was dull, and there was almost only a breath of breath. Xing Niang stunned and quickly helped Yan Yan. The late green is in front of her, and she looks fierce. If anyone dares to come over, whoever goes with it, scares the acolyte and stops.
Since ancient times, I have been afraid of being devastated, and this is the strength of the late green.
After standing up, Yan Yan saw the description of the girl in front of her. At the age of fifteen or six, she was dressed in a cinnabar-colored chest skirt, covered with a translucent thin squat on her half-arm, and her pins were neatly arranged. Full of golden sea bracts, clouds, with two finely crafted golden dragonflies, born with a bright tooth, pretty awkward, just her arrogant appearance, and the vicious language of Fangcai, making the face feel a little bit good Also owe it.
Yan Yan took a few steps forward and stood only half a step away from Yan Meiyu. Yan Meiyu’s face was disgustingly covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves, for fear of being infected by illness, and shouted to the aunts around me: Hey, you are still squatting! Pull her away!"
Yan Yan looked at the waiters with a sigh of relief, and they were shocked to see that the cold hairs were all erected. They were afraid that they would be infected with the infection. Together with the blockage of the late green, the four people could not rush over. Yan opened.
It can be seen that this beautiful jade is also very unpopular, otherwise how can the aunts around him not be willing to sell her life!
Yan Yan raised her hand and pulled down the golden plaque on the beautiful jade hair. She didn't move fast, but Yan Meiyu didn't want to face her. She didn't react to it for a while. The prostitutes were a little far away, so she was easy to succeed. It is.
Yan Yan glared at the six-inch-inch gold plaque, which was slender and long, and sighed inexplicably. "It's really exquisite."
"Give it back to me!" In the end, Yan Meiyu was a half-child. When she saw her own things, she was taken away. What kind of warnings were forgotten, and I immediately reached out and snatched them.
Yan Yan seems to have expected her movements, has long since retired from the seven or eight steps, because of the weak body, and retired, footsteps, but fortunately, Xing Niang did not fall.
The niece of Yan Meiyu is not in a hurry to grab it. Anyway, they are so many people, still afraid to grab a gold plaque? At the same time, they also have some doubts. These seventeen mothers are stupid, or are they crazy. They are actually robbing people in public and can run away!
Yan Yan stabilized himself and said faintly: "You said, if your golden scorpion is inserted into my throat, what would others think?"
Said, the pointed tail has already resisted her own throat, and the skin that is as delicate as white porcelain is cut out, the blood is smashed out, and it is like a beautiful coral bead stuck to the white skin.
The pain that plunged into the skin made the face frown, and everything in front of me was really not a dream!
Yan Meiyu looked at Yan Yan with amazement. She didn’t think that the plain and weak can be deceived. The seventeen people actually can do this with their own hands. Then look at the pale but flawless face and can’t see the anger of a living person. Emei frivolous, black and white distinct eyelids like a dry well, obviously looking at her, but as if she did not see her, so that Yan Meiyu can not help but suspect that the woman in front of her is a walking dead, she trembled: "冉七You, you are crazy!"
"Mother, can't make it, can't make it!" Xing Niang reached out in a panic and wanted to take it away.
"Xing Niang!" Yan Yan shouted: "If your hand is one inch ahead, I will not be sure how deep it will be." The voice is so cold that it is impossible to doubt the truth of her words.
Late Green is calmer than Xing Niang. She also notices that the main behavior of today is abnormal. It does not seem to really want to be self-disciplined, but it is so decisive and decisive. It is very different from the usual, even the momentum is different, so when Yan Yan is facing the throat, She did not react at the moment, but at the moment, "the enemy is currently", she can not allow her to think more, can only tighten the nerves, and carefully do not let the Lord really self-discipline.
Xing Niang looked at the pale, lifeless face of Yan Yan, and it was also a disappointment and sadness. After the wife went to the house, the niece was abandoned in Zhuangli and died. The first year was still given some money. Now even the medicine is not given, the room is only hand-covered, they ask for a few times. Not only did not take half of the money, but also was injured, the successor, this is to force the prostitute! It’s better to die like this, and it’s better to die!
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