[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

The skin was punctured by the blade, blood flowed down meanderingly, Wen Ling grunted in pain, his little face turned pale.

Didn't she have a broken lumbar spine... Why, can she still stand up?

Wen Ling fell to the ground, looking at the woman approaching him step by step, couldn't help crawling backwards.

"Are you hiding? Isn't it very good at hiding? You have caused me so much misery, and you have made a fortune. You are really disgusting." She pinched the dagger with a grim expression: "Anyway, I'm dumb, so it doesn't matter if I break an arm. ?”

"Don't worry, no one comes to the back garden, why are you dumb calling for help?" The woman laughed at Wen Ling, as if seeing him scared could ease her resentment.

Wen Ling gritted his teeth and squeezed the dirt on the ground to paste it directly on her face, standing up and wanting to run away.

The woman's eyes were blinded.screamed, and then chased Wen Ling even more frantically.

Her legs and feet were not good, so she could only limp and threaten and curse: "Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

Wen Ling didn't dare to turn his head. He looked at the shadow that was getting closer not far away, and opened his eyes slightly.

As if he had found support in an instant, he quickly ran towards him.

Song Lu looked at the little guy's hair was wet with sweat, his originally snow-white and beautiful face was also dirty at the moment, and the dark red blood stains on his arms made Song Lu's already gloomy gaze completely cold.

He grabbed Wen Ling, who was like a small animal, and looked at the wound on his arm: "Who did it?"

Wen Ling couldn't speak, but the woman behind him chased after him, yelling and cursing.

"You still dare to run?! See if I don't cut your leg..." The shouting voice stopped abruptly the moment it met Song Lu's gaze, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

Song Lu was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning on his arms lightly. He raised his eyes casually, without even the slightest ups and downs in his tone: "Whose leg are you going to cut off?"

The knife in the woman's hand was still stained with blood, and she looked at Song Lu's unbelievably beautiful face, as if she saw the jade-faced Shura.

She stood there trembling, unable to utter a word, the feeling of weightlessness from falling down the stairs was still vivid in her memory, and the tearing pain in her legs all reminded her that the guy in front of her was a lunatic .

"You like cutting, don't you?" Song Lu bent his lips, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Tie her up."

"Let go of me! Get out!!!" The woman struggled desperately, and the bodyguards kicked the woman's injured leg without hesitation.

The screams almost pierced the eardrums, and Wen Ling subconsciously covered Song Lu's ears.

The soft and cool touch on the ear made Song Lu feel a little strange. The little guy seemed to be very scared, his palms were slightly sweaty, and his fingertips were cold.

Almost without thinking, he helped him cover up the harsh voice, even though he himself was really frowning.

The woman's hands were firmly tied to the pillars in the garden. Song Cha took the bow and arrow from the hand of the bodyguard, and his tone seemed to be talking about the meat on the butcher's stall.

"It's better to shoot first."

Wen Ling looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, and suddenly reacted.

No wonder you came back so late, did you go archery?

Sensing Wen Ling's gaze on him, Song Lu looked sideways slightly, and smiled softly: "Cover your eyes."

Wen Ling covered his eyes obediently, and his vision darkened. He stopped at Song Lu and said in his ear, "I won't let you open it, and I won't let you go."

Wen Ling nodded, then squatted down and buried his head, covering his eyes, into his knees.

The women stood before the posts of the garden arbor like targets in an archery game.

"Don't move around, be careful to shoot crookedly." Song Lu's lips twitched an extremely excited smile, like a hunter who was hunting and slaughtering.

"Whoosh—" The arrow feather pierced through the air and pierced straight into the woman's other intact knee.

The unprecedented shrill scream was like weeping blood, Song Lu raised his hand to cover Wen Ling's ears.

The little guy was shaking, very violently.

Song Lu could clearly feel it.

Ah...he seems to be scaring his bunny.

Holding the arrow, Song Lu aimed his crosshairs at the hand that was holding the knife just now.

There was the sound of feathers piercing the air again, and the woman screamed again, but her voice was much smaller, as if she had collapsed.

Her blood snaked along her body, and the sight of an arrow stuck in her body made one feel chills down the spine.

Song Lu pushed the wheelchair and stopped not far from the woman: "I've checked your details. Your family has no money and you have a younger brother who asked you to work here, right?"

"You said, if I hand over the money to your family, will they still make trouble?"

The thick stack of money was tied up and thrown on the woman's face, with a full sense of humiliation.

But that face was so good-looking that it looked like a juvenile's prank.

The woman had passed out from the pain. The bodyguards contacted the family doctor and carried her away swiftly.

The servants seemed to have gotten used to this scene, and quickly cleaned the ground with cleaning tools.

After a long time, someone patted the head lightly: "Open your eyes."

Only then did Wen Ling let go of his hand and squinted at Song Lu.

Against the light, Song Lu was like a god descending from the clouds, coming to help him through the suffering and save his life.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were terribly numb like an electric shock.

Unable to keep his balance, Wen Ling fell straight forward.

Song Lu naturally put his arms around his waist and brought him firmly into his arms.

Wen Ling sat on Song Lu's lap, and with almost a subconscious physical reaction, he pushed him away and retreated from his embrace.

Song Lu's eyes were dimmed, and all the small smiles that had burst out were completely wiped out at this moment.

He looked at Wen Ling, and it seemed that a lot of cold wind was rushing into his heart that was originally dirty and holed.

All men are the same, base and hypocritical, and it is the same with him.

But in the next second, Wen Ling, who had pushed him away with all his strength, stared nervously at Song Lu's legs, worry written all over his pretty little face.

He took out his small notebook, and quickly wrote on it with the tip of the pen: 【Is your leg okay?Did you feel any pain?Sorry, I really didn't mean to! ! 】

The barren and holey emotions in his eyes faded away like a tide, and Song Lu's eyes were filled with small smiles again.

He looked at Wen Ling standing in front of him with his elbows in the wheelchair: "Worried about me?"

Wen Ling nodded, and wrote in the notebook: 【Do you need to see a doctor?It must have hurt just now, right? 】

Song Lu held back the smile on the corner of his mouth, he hooked his hand towards Wen Ling, motioning him to approach.

Wen Ling simply took two steps forward, but was suddenly pulled away by a force.

Suddenly, Wen Ling fell into a warm embrace full of sandalwood fragrance.

Song Lu buried his head in Wen Ling's neck, licked his neck lightly with the tip of his tongue, and then bit it twice with his teeth, sighing.

"I really want to eat you up."