Lonely king and the widowed woman

With a heroic face, Mo Jiu went ashore and walked back.

Gu Er, who had been sitting cross legged, tightened his mouth, also came down the hanging ladder and walked behind her, not far or near, just like ten steps.

Mo Jiu turned around and looked, "didn't he say he didn't want to intervene?"

Gu er said, "Gu watched the excitement."

Mo Jiu: "

Will a person like this like to watch the excitement? Mojiu certainly doesn't believe it.

She always remembered that song AO and Xiao Qian said that Gu er's Kung Fu was very good. He was sent to Xie Bingsheng by the Prime Minister of the current Dynasty. Then he should be regarded as the person who thanked him.

But he's always swinging in front of her. Why on earth?

Mo Jiu suspected him, but the river bank was not her family. If people wanted to follow her, they couldn't help but suggest, "you might as well move the paint table, carry two pots of wine, take soy sauce and explode duck melon, and eat while watching."

Gu Er: "

Worried about mei'er, Mo Jiu and aunt LAN are walking fast.

When she returned to the previous embankment, she found that it was more lively than when she ran away.

A piece of bright River lights and ox horn lights carried by pedestrians complement each other, illuminating a crowded place as bright as day.

The crowd was pushing forward, the riot was unbearable, but it automatically formed a circle.

In the circle, mei'er was held in her hand by a strong man like a servant, forced to kneel to the ground, and slapped in the face, "cheap hoof, do you say it or not?"

"Ah... I don't know, I really don't know... Ah..." mei'er's scream was shrill and sharp, as if she had been torn open by someone alive. She was shocked to hear it.

There was another commotion on the riverbank, like raising a nest of bees.

A servant grabbed mei'er's hair and forced her to lift her head up, while another slapped her in the face. She was obviously beaten, her pink face swollen and changed shape, and her clothes and hair were in a mess.

Xiao Erlang had already heard the news and kicked at mei'er's heart. "Smelly girl, don't want to live? Tell me, where did you turn Mrs. Da Shao?"

Mei'er curled up, her mouth in pain, shook her head desperately and tried to struggle.

But nowadays, men advocate force and almost all know how to fight. What's more, she's only 12 years old. Where can she screw up a powerful servant? Even if they use both hands, feet and mouth, it will only suddenly increase their hostility.

"Smelly girl, dare you bite me?"

A group of strong men were like wolves tearing sheep. One pulled her hair, the other grabbed her throat, and forced her with a nearly suffocating force, "say it or not?"

I don't know if I bit my tongue, a wisp of blood flowed down mei'er's lips, dyed her collar red, and dropped a little blood on her chest

"The little girl is too stubborn." someone in the crowd was frightened. "What does the little lady have to do with her? As long as you give it up, won't you avoid the pain of skin and flesh?"

"Girl, say it quickly!"

"Say it!"

Compassionate people can't help persuading the general to rise.

Mei'er's face was no longer human, but she cried and clenched her teeth. "Mei'er doesn't know where the girl is. I don't know... Woo... Don't ask me... Mei'er doesn't know..."

Mo Jiu hurried to mei'er's cry and rushed into the crowd. Xiao Erlang stepped on mei'er's head and ground her beautiful little face on the river sand, with a cruel and inhuman indifference on her face.

"If you don't say it again, do you believe it or not?"