Open life and be forced to become a good person

Hao Yun frowned.

"Little girl, why do you say that?" He stretched out his hand and grabbed the maid standing beside him, "She is Xiaochun."

"Looks different, and—"

Song Yuan walked up to the girl and pointed to her hands, "Look at her hands, they are very delicate, like a girl who has never worked."

"Little girl——she is my big maid. Who told you that she needs to work, just to add fragrance to my young master's red sleeves every day. Where does she need to use her hands? Isn't it normal for her hands to be delicate?"

Hao Yun bought a girl outside, but he also knew that this girl was not similar to Xiaochun in appearance.

Although it is true that Xiaochun has not been here for a long time, and he has not made any friends, but he is also afraid that something will happen.

Therefore, Hao Yun covered her face with a layer of evil.

It can guarantee that no one can see the real appearance of this girl clearly.

What Xiaochun looks like in their hearts is what this girl looks like.

Song Yuan let go of his hand.

Although father and mother didn't talk much, they loved her very much.

He was somewhat uneasy.

This face is exactly the same as Tang Song, "The benefactor—"

Who is this guy?
Her voice is so familiar.

She is so greedy——

As long as he is eliminated, she and Tang Song will be able to return to the original world.

But in this world, she has the grandmother who loves her the most in the world, as well as her brother and sister who love her.

Everyone here makes her extremely sad.

"you sure?"

"Miss, can you let go of the slave?"

"Little donor."

"You said, what else in this world is worth my turning back?"

It was really weird, other people couldn't see it, but she could see that this woman's face was covered with a faint layer of black air, and it was this black air that blurred these people.

Song Yuan blinked, she stepped forward, pinched the maid's chin, looked left and right, and she was not the same as the previous one.

spread throughout the town—

Yuan Song suddenly grabbed Song Yuan's hand, obviously, he also saw it.

Almost the whole person is shrouded in it.

"Father, mother, I'm going back to my room first."

The butler stepped up and took a closer look, "It's her—"

Even my aunt loved her wholeheartedly.

"The servant girl is called Xiaochun."

It's just that the people holding her chin are basically men, and they are all men of a little age, but there has never been such a young girl.

"Amitabha, the female patron—"

She is really the happiest person in the world.

What a group of narrow-minded women, even without her, Xiuniang, there are still Liniang and Xueniang, or they have sold all the girls in Chunfenglou, and there are Yihonglou and Manchunlou, how can they be sold out? .

"Turn back, how do I turn back?"

She's afraid she'll go crazy—

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

Who is that?
A figure appeared in front of the town.

Seeing the black gas entering Song Yuan's body, Yuan Song's face instantly became ugly.

The fire raged.

only--

She was surrounded by black air.

The monk opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Her father doesn't love her, her mother doesn't love her, her biological sisters regard her as an obstacle, and her grandmother even more regards her as a burden.

Lying on the soft bed, Song Yuan forced himself to close his eyes.

"what's your name?"

Naturally, what they say is what they say.

It's just that some wives were offended, and these wives teamed up to sell her.

The servant girl almost blurted out her real name, but when she met Hao Yun's indifferent eyes, she quickly swallowed her real name back and said Xiaochun.

Hao Yun waved at the housekeeper.

It feels so weird--

His heart suddenly lifted, and he looked at Song Yuan with a bit of sternness in his eyes.

We have to wait until the little girl is alone, and it won't be too late for him to make a move——

After a salute, Hao took Xiaochun back to his room.

But she didn't dare to say it directly, after all, she had no power to restrain a chicken, and had to rely on these men to live.

Thinking of her elder sisters and sisters, as well as her grandma and parents, Song Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable at the thought of leaving them, she couldn't bear it——

But what should Tang Song do?
She is also reluctant.

She has nothing left.

"They're all dead, they're all damned—"

The monk in white robes stood in front of this man with his hands clasped together. His eyes were full of pity and compassion, but there was also some uncontrollable emotion.

This is sold out of women, isn't there still a small restaurant?If a man's lust does not change, he will not be able to pull it back no matter what.

This bit of black air fell into her body, like water falling into the sea, unable to break any waves.

Let them not see clearly the appearance of this woman.

how to say?

I just don't know what the origin of these two people is?
Song Yuan is basically determined now.

However, now is not the time.

His parents are there.

Her chin is often pinched.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

If all of this is suddenly lost——

She put the black air on Xiaochun's face, and he never expected that Song Yuan was not afraid of these black air at all.

"The servant girl is called Xiu—Xiao, Xiaochun—"

Xiuniang, who changed her name to Xiaochun, gave a double blow in her heart.

She originally thought that she would not be able to fall asleep, but she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the bed——

"This is the person you bought back, come and see, is she—"

The Hao Yun she was looking for was the one in front of her.

Xiaoling, oh Xiaoling, can you show up and tell her if there is any way to achieve both?
Since she was a child, she had no relatives.

"Besides, I've already fallen, and my hands are covered with blood. How can I turn back?"

"Butler, come and see, is this Xiaochun?"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, this thing can't hurt me."

Song Yuan sighed, otherwise, just stay here!

"Oh, I just think your face is weird."

How did the butler say exactly the same thing?

Song Yuan reached out and tapped the woman, and the black air wrapped around her fingertips directly, but the moment it wrapped around her fingertips, it disappeared, and he didn't know that it had penetrated into her body. Still dissipated.

Selling them is better than keeping your man's heart in check.

Xiaochun said frightenedly, she is naturally not Xiaochun, her original name is Xiuniang, and she is from Chunfenglou.

The man suddenly laughed wildly.

The man suddenly turned to look at the monk. "What's more-monk, you have already called me a benefactor, and you have already drawn a clear line with me, so you don't have to worry about my affairs anymore."

At the moment when he saw that face clearly, Song Yuan, who was sleeping, felt his heart tremble suddenly, so painful that he shed tears.

That's her—

That face is hers.

Why is that face so terrifying, so frightening to death——