In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

After Jiang Ying came out of the inn, he felt cold all over his body.

He thought she was different from others.

The sky didn't know when it started to rain, and the raindrops hit Jiang Ying's body coldly, but he didn't feel cold.

People on the road started to run home, even the little yellow dog ran home on short legs.

Jiang Ying looked at everything in front of him indifferently, even the dog had a home, but he had nowhere to go.

At night, he finally found a ruined temple.

When he entered, there were already many beggars gathered in the ruined temple.

They were also looking at Jiang Ying, this kid was wearing nice clothes, he looked like a kid from a rich family.

The beggar leader winked, and immediately a little beggar walked up to Jiang Ying.

"Boy, this is our territory. If you want to enter, you need to pay more."

"If I don't give it."

Jiang Ying raised his head coldly and looked at the person in front of him. He felt familiar. There were not many people who could impress him. Who was this person?

When Wang Dazhuang saw this man's face, he was startled. Isn't this the little beast Jiang Ying?

He didn't freeze to death in the snow, this life is really hard enough.

Judging by his clothes, he should have lived a good life in recent years, but because of his poor family, he came here to be a beggar in order to earn a living.

People, the worst thing is to see that people who were once inferior to themselves are now living better than themselves.

Wang Dazhuang clenched his fists and threatened viciously, "If you don't give it, I will beat you just like when I was a child."

This brat, he was bullied by him when he was a child and dared not fight back, and now, he must still be like this.

Wang Ergou's words made Jiang Ying's dusty memories flood out.

He sneered in his heart, it's really a narrow road for enemies, it's actually Wang Dazhuang.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Dazhuang thought he was afraid, so he continued to threaten, "Hurry up, or I will kill you."

"Oh?" Jiang Ying tilted his head slightly, with a weird smile on his face, "I'm looking forward to it."

In Wang Dazhuang's eyes, these words are provocative, especially when there are so many people watching from behind, if he can't take him down, how can he hold his head up in front of these people in the future.

He swung his fist at Jiang Ying's face, and he felt that this kid would be beaten obediently like he was when he was a child.

What's more, even if Jiang Ying is well dressed, her body still looks so thin.

When Jiang Ying squeezed his fist, Wang Dazhuang showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Jiang Ying looked at his expression and curled the corners of his mouth, "You still haven't made any progress."

This mocking tone, as well as the laughter from behind, made Wang Dazhuang blush.

When did this kid become so energetic?

What he didn't know was that people like Jiang Ying suffered inhuman torture.

Wang Dazhuang's other hand also waved up, and Jiang Ying gently blocked it with the other hand, and Wang Dazhuang's hand could no longer advance half a point.

The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the ruined temple, and Wang Dazhuang's wrist bones were crushed by Jiang Yingsheng.

Seeing this scene, the other beggars couldn't sit still any longer.

This brat, treating Wang Dazhuang like this in front of them is slapping them in the face.

The beggar leader stood up, "Boy, you'd better apologize."

With a wave of Jiang Ying's ceremony, Wang Dazhuang's body stepped back a little and fell to the ground.

He clutched his crushed wrist, his eyes full of resentment.

Jiang Ying automatically ignored him, and glanced at the beggar leader, "I advise you to apologize to me, otherwise..."

The words were not finished, and the threat in them was self-evident.

Liu Wangshu played tricks on him, which made him very upset, very upset.

He felt like a fool, being played around by her.

"Damn it," the beggar leader cursed, "you don't even think about getting out of here alive today."

This brat, dare to speak like that, is really ignorant.

"superior."

As soon as his words fell, those little beggars rushed up like mad dogs.

No matter how powerful Jiang Ying was, he was no match for two fists and four hands, and his body was soon ruined.

These beggars didn't get much benefit, so the way they looked at Jiang Ying was even more resentful.

There are so many of them, but they can't beat this brat, and they are somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Ying wiped off the blood at the corners of her face and mouth with her fingers, "That's it?"

He thought they were very capable, but that was all.

"A group of bastards," Jiang Ying looked at them and sneered.

They couldn't bear Jiang Ying's humiliation, so they rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ying was covered in blood and stood in the middle of the ruined temple.

A flash of lightning made him look like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Now, only Jiang Ying and Wang Dazhuang were left in the ruined temple.

Wang Dazhuang huddled in the corner of the ruined temple. How could this guy become so scary after not seeing him for eight years.

He witnessed the killing just now. Although there were many beggars, it was Jiang Ying who unilaterally killed them.

Sensing Jiang Ying's gaze sweeping over, Wang Dazhuang shrank his body back, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Jiang Ying stepped on the broken limbs on the ground and walked slowly to his side.

He looked condescendingly at the person in front of him, endless pleasure welling up in his heart.

It turns out that seeing others fear is such an interesting thing.

He slowly lowered his body, gently stroked Wang Dazhuang's head, and said softly, "Why are you shaking? Are you not familiar with this scene?"

Familiar, of course Wang Dazhuang is familiar.

However, the two switched identities.

He, Wang Dazhuang, became the one who was beaten.

Feeling that the pressure on his head was increasing, Wang Dazhuang felt intense fear in his heart.

He felt hot all over his body, and he actually peed out.

Jiang Ying gave him a disgusted look, "Trash."

"Brother, let me go," Wang Dazhuang said flatteringly.

"I know, I was sorry for you before, but I will definitely make it up in the future."

Jiang Yingying heard some big joke, "What do you want to make up for?"

That's right, he is a beggar now, what kind of compensation would he get, Wang Dazhuang broke out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Ying patted his face, "I have a way."

"Say it, say it", Wang Dazhuang saw hope.

There was another thunderstorm, illuminating the entire ruined temple as bright as day.

Jiang Ying raised her thin lips, "Use your life."

As soon as the words fell, the force in Wang Dazhuang's hand suddenly increased.

Wang Dazhuang's eyes widened, his body seemed to be deflated, and he fell to the ground.

The ruined temple was full of blood, but Jiang Ying didn't care, and sat down in front of the statue.

The coldness in his bones made him tighten his body, he knew that tonight was another day of frostbite.

This time he didn't feel uncomfortable, the smell of blood in the air made him feel excited and comfortable.

Could it be that the smell of blood can make him feel better?

Jiang Ying's eyes lit up a little, and in the future, she would never have to be tortured by Ningshuang again.