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Chapter 323 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [1]

space-time bureau
Le Tong came out of the reception room, stood still in front of the console, and called up the materials.

The data is displayed as follows:

Name: Le Tong

Gender: Female
Appearance value: 80
Skin Type: 65
Temperament: 67
Charisma: 53
IQ: 103
Mental Power: 78
Force: 49
Remaining Allocation Points: 5
"2 points of charm, 3 points of force."

Ding... The information is changed as follows:
Name: Le Tong

Gender: Female
Appearance value: 80
Skin Type: 65
Temperament: 67
Charisma: 55
IQ: 103
Mental Power: 78
Force: 52 (beyond the average female, slightly difficult to deal with adult men)

Enter the world of missions...

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"Clap~"

When the whip hit him, Le Tong suffered pain, and unconsciously let go of the bucket.

The bucket rolled to the side with a gurgle.

The woman who was beating Le Tong saw that she had dropped the bucket, and his subordinates intensified the force, making a crackling noise, cursing while beating, "Haven't you eaten? You can't even hold the bucket steadily."

Le Tong squatted on the ground to protect his head, silently letting her beat and scold, his face was numb, but his heart was gritted his teeth and insisted.

Soon, the target person will come to her today.

The woman in front of her was her mother-in-law, and she was a widow.

She was married from another village to celebrate her terminally ill husband-in-law.

No, it's not considered a marriage, but bought as a commodity.

But unexpectedly, on the day of their marriage, her husband died of illness, and the mother-in-law said that she Kefu, Kefu killed his son.

From now on.She is tortured by her mother-in-law every day. Whenever her mother-in-law dislikes her, she will be beaten, sometimes two or three times, and sometimes countless times.

The old wounds on her body were basically not healed, and new wounds were added.

The surrounding villagers pointed at the scene in front of them, gathered together, whispered, and had no intention of stepping forward to rescue them.

Seeing Le Tong's appearance, the woman became even more furious, and directly lifted her foot, kicking her to the ground, and then stepped forward to whip her even more fiercely.

"Master Qing is here!"

Who knows who yelled, and when the villagers heard the name of the young marshal, their faces showed fear, and they stopped watching the excitement, and quickly dispersed.

The woman's eyes also showed panic, she threw down the whip and tried to escape, but it was too late.

A group of officers and soldiers ran over in an orderly manner, divided into two columns, and stood on both sides of the road.

A man in military uniform rode on a horse, came out from behind, and appeared in front of everyone.

The black horse stopped in front of Le Tong, Qing Tian sat on the horse, condescendingly looked down at Le Tong who was lying on the ground, and a cold voice sounded, "Are you Le Tong?"

Le Tong was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the hand that was protecting her head, and what caught her eyes was the two hooves of a black horse, followed the hooves, and saw her target person this time.

The commander-in-chief of the northern warlords, Young Marshal Qingtian.

He sat on the horse with his back to the light, looking down on his expression, only felt that the evil spirit around him was heavy and frightening.

Le Tong's body began to tremble unconsciously.

The atmosphere became depressing and weird.

Seeing that this place is not suitable for questioning, Qingtian directly ordered, "Bring her back." Then he led the horse and turned around and left the small village.

Before Zhao Zhixu left, he stuffed ten oceans to the woman, "Your daughter-in-law, our young marshal wants it, and this is your reward."

The woman took the silver dollars, opened them and counted them carefully. It happened to be ten. She was ecstatic in her heart. In this era of war and chaos, ten oceans was enough for the whole family for three years. This was already a fortune for them. Not a small amount of money.

(End of this chapter)