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The bumps made Qingmo wake up in a daze, and before he opened his eyes, he felt a strong sense of nausea. He took a big breath, but his mouth was tightly blocked, and his mouth was stuffed with a ball of sackcloth, which made him connect his tongue. Neither can move.

Qingmo opened her eyes suddenly, and quickly regained the consciousness of her whole body. Her hands were cut behind her back, tied tightly with hemp rope, and her ankles were also imprisoned. She lay face down on the horse's back, and her eyes were dim , there should be a sack on the head, and only the ears can hear the sound of galloping horseshoes.

Beaten unconscious by the boy at the gate of the waterside small courtyard, put it into a wooden barrel, and transported it out on a cart, and then to the present.

Fear engulfed the whole body, Qing Mo bent his legs and struggled hard, panting "hmm" came out of his nose, the horse was still galloping, and a strong hand was pinned down on the back waist, the man driving the horse didn't say a word, There seemed to be a sneer, like a fisherman staring at the white fish pierced on the iron fork, and mockingly seeing what tricks he can throw.

Qingmo struggled recklessly, and his knees hit the horse heavily, causing a neigh. The man finally got impatient, and put his fingers into his black hair to pinch the back of his neck. Lost all strength for a while.

At the time of Chou, the military camps on the outskirts of the city were past the point of feasting, and there were only a few tents that were full of tents that were still dimly lit.There were two people in charge of night patrol in this area. They cooked some broth on the remaining bonfire, ate and drank slowly, cleaned up the leftovers, and walked to the dung pool next to the plowing field behind.

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and the two of them stopped talking and laughing immediately, dropped the bowls, picked up their bows and arrows, and drew their longbows at the advancing horse, only to see the man stop a little far away, get off the horse, and hold another person with one arm Walking closer, facing the moonlight, the two of them couldn't believe it when they saw who was coming.

"Yes...is it Lu Jixiao?"

"It seems to be him..."

Lu Jixiao didn't have much interest in looking at these two former comrades-in-arms, they could barely be called comrades-in-arms, the world was peaceful and prosperous, and they had only been on the battlefield a few times in the past few years since joining the army.

He threw Qingmo on the ground, "Long time no see, come to give a gift and leave."

The two night watchmen put away their weapons, "Are you taking the human job?"

"Puppy serving men in the brothel courtyard." Lu Jixiao squatted down on one leg, pulled off the cover of the sack, looked at Qing Mo's face swollen into a liver-colored face, his eyes were full of vigilance and fear, he "Yo " said, "The puppy is awake? Let's pick up the guests. Before tonight, only one person fucks you. After tonight, the camp full of good brothers can make you feel good."

Curling up tightly, Qingmo trembled uncontrollably, he thought that maybe Master Tao's name could save his life, but unfortunately he couldn't spit out the sackcloth in his mouth no matter how he moved.

One person asked, "Did you just throw it to us?"

Another person continued, "You look so juicy, and you are prettier than those women. Just when you got tired of playing, a new one came."

Lu Jixiao patted the hem of his clothes, turned around and walked sideways, "The employer said, feed the fish if you fuck to death, don't keep alive."

Last night, I watched the moon in the gazebo and in the middle of the lake. The moonlight was gentle and charming. Tonight, Qingmo felt that the moonlight was like a cold knife light, splitting the two unfamiliar faces into demons and ghosts.

"The ones who come out of the brothel are born beautiful, I haven't walked through the back door yet," one person reached out to touch Qingmo's face, and was dodged in disgust, he sneered, "What are you pretending to be chaste, the men in the military camp are the men, Guaranteed to be better than those fat-headed and big-eared you."

"Just keep your mouth shut, so as not to make noise later," another person pulled out a long arrow from the quiver with his backhand and cut the hemp rope around Qingmo's ankle, "Get up, find some comfort This is a place for Grandpa to have a good time.”

Being pulled and pulled up, Qingmo was almost untenable. He had been tied up for too long, and his stomach was still filled with nausea. He staggered a few steps and was about to fall again. After shoving several times, "I just look down on people like you, living worse than women, it really embarrasses us men."

Qingmo only took a deep breath, and finally regained a trace of clarity. There was a strong stench in his nose. He was quite familiar with it. It was the smell of swill and feces mixed together. Soup and feces and urine are good fertilizers.

The two were still mocking some obscene words, Qingmo didn't listen at all, he opened his eyes wide, and saw a cesspool next to a plowed field as he wished, without hesitation, he only gathered his strength for a moment He rushed towards the pit, only the sound of blood gushing and heartbeat could be heard, his eyes were closed tightly, his teeth almost bit through the sackcloth, the dark pool of filth was full of greasy under the moonlight.

"Plop ---", the dirty water splashed, interrupting the series of cursing of the night watchmen and the two. They followed closely behind. At this time, they looked at the crumbling Qingmo in the pool in disbelief. After being overly shocked, With overwhelming anger, "You fucking court death!!"

Qingmo didn't want to court death. Although he kept rolling in for a moment, he was really afraid that he would sink to the bottom and drown in a pool of manure. Fortunately, the pool was only as deep as his waist, and the accumulated filth Not past his thighs, he tensed his whole body and leaned against the corner, with his palms firmly propped against the wall, otherwise he would have to sit down if he slackened slightly.

Stomach spasms repeatedly, and Du Liu's stone pollen was tied up here before night, with an empty stomach, he could only vomit out pieces of acidic water, and was blocked in the throat by the linen, the throat was rolling with difficulty, and Swallowing back the sour juice, the tormented Qing Mo twitched all over, tears running down his face.

The two people by the side of the cesspool pointed at Qingmo, covered their mouths and noses again due to the stench, they turned around angrily, swearing obscenely, looking at their vicious looks as if they were about to shoot Qingmo through with an arrow. Mo's waist and abdomen, nailing him in a pit to fend for himself will not let go of his hatred.

Qingmo seemed to have lost his sense of smell, only the sour water was left but he could not spit it out, he could not swallow it, it rolled in the esophagus, causing him to retch and convulse uncontrollably. White light, he suddenly lightened in his growing dizziness, his armpits on both sides were scooped up, and his stench-stained body was pulled out of the cesspool.

The two of them treated him like a ruined prisoner of war and dragged him cursingly to the river beach. A slightly turbulent river reflected a moving broken light in the night.

The stones along the road tore the moon pattern light shirt into rags, one of the shoes was missing, countless small wounds hung on one pair of legs and the heel, Qingmo was limp on the ground and could not feel the pain, but was moistened by the fresh air , finally freed from the inhuman torture, he was breathing greedily and rapidly, and a circle of thick hemp rope was wrapped around his neck under his hood.

"Tie here for a night, and tomorrow I won't kill you and your surname." The man pulled the hemp rope and walked towards the river, and the other man lifted him up on Qing Mo's shoulders and urged, "Go, it stink!"

Two rows of high wooden stakes were nailed into the river, which were used for training on weekdays. They tied Qingmo to one near the middle of the river, just enough to allow Qingmo to sit in the river with his back against the wooden stakes, and the water flowed over his chest. The hemp rope was tied on the top of the head, and they couldn't even take half a step away. After confirming that it was done, the two people who had no time to vent their desires looked down at Qingmo, cursed a rather ugly word, and didn't look back gone.

The water was cold and flowed close to the skin, like a sharp knife cutting through flesh and blood. The wounds cut by the stones only stinged at the beginning of being submerged in the river water, but now they have lost the pain.

Qingmo sat silently for a long while, the filth all over his body was washed away, and the temperature around his body was also taken away a little bit. Fortunately, his head became clearer. He raised his face and looked at Xuanyue, his cheeks and chin felt sore , he finally felt a lot of grievances, a great deal of resentment, just thinking about Tao Cheng for a moment, tears flowed out, and he couldn't even stop sobbing, muffled in the depths of his throat.

Qingmo bent her legs and put her forehead on her knees. He wanted Tao Cheng to hug him and hold him in his arms.

One side of the world, the moonlight is lonely, Qingmo is so lonely that he wants to die.

The tears couldn't stop flowing, but the dull sobbing dissipated in the sound of rushing water, Qing Mo rubbed his nose, his chest heaved violently, this was not the time to be sad, nor was it the time to break down and give up, he looked back Seeing that the shortest branch was on the side, then turned around, knelt on the stone-strewn river bed and walked slowly over, aiming his face at the top of the branch, trying to shake the sackcloth in his mouth out.

The knee was in severe pain, and I couldn't fully control the strength. The corners of the left and right mouth and face were stabbed with several hideous bloodstains. Some, cutting the shackles at the wrists is what matters.

Qingmo closed his eyes, looking as if he fell asleep in a state of embarrassment, but in fact his fingers were moving vigorously under the water. After he touched three stones in a row and found that they all had round edges, he suddenly understood that as long as they are soaked by the river water Most of the stones have been polished and smooth, so they cannot bear the heavy responsibility of cutting rope.

Then dig down.Qingmo didn't stop, he pushed aside the stones and weeds on the surface with his hands, and touched the wet soil, he directly used his fingers to dig the planer, ten fingers connected to his heart, the dull pain from the friction was worse than the large and small wounds on his legs He was uncomfortable, but fortunately he poked a hard spot very quickly, Qingmo encouraged himself, increased his speed and strength, and dug out a piece of thin rock that was quite suitable for swimming.

As if he had found a treasure, Qingmo hurriedly touched its edge, which was much sharper than before, he immediately turned his wrist, squeezed the stone tightly and cut it towards the hemp rope.

Prayers are always beautiful, the bright moon hangs high, and it deviates crookedly from its position.

Qingmo's mouth was bitter, no matter how hard he swallowed, only his Adam's apple was extremely dry and rolling, he didn't know how long he had been grinding the stone back and forth, his skin was soaked in water for too long, wrinkled and weak , even his strength was soaked so weak that he couldn't feel his whole body anymore.

Qingmo held his breath and silently counted his heartbeats one by one, as if the eternal rest he had been longing for had come, bound him by the neck and trapped him in the rushing river, making him struggle forever in despair and hope.

He seemed to be absent-minded for a moment, his fingers fell into the air, he gave a sudden shudder, his out-of-focus eyes reunited into panic, his palms were full of grinding wounds, the blood was washed away by the current, only pieces of skin were torn apart, his wrists were struggling Not knowing what to do, he fumbled for the stone in a hurry, it was the weapon to escape from the predicament, and it was the magic weapon for him to break the eternal rest of time.

Suddenly there was a muffled cry of extreme pain, and all of Qingmo's movements froze for a moment, only the layers of cold sweat secreted from his head remained. Turning blue, the eyes gradually drooped, and the held breath seemed to have dissipated, and any broken body floated with the waves.

It took a long time for Qingmo to move slightly, he couldn't see it, he could only feel a sharp thing pierced through his fingers, deeply embedded between the nails and the soft flesh, and as if it wasn't true, the sharp It pierced his temple, deep into his skull.

It was too tired and too cold, Qingmo didn't want to waste his energy on crying, but he couldn't control himself any longer, and lowered his head in despair, he couldn't figure it out, he was full of grievances, full of resentment, towards Tao Mansion, towards himself Well, for God's sake, only one man could have rescued him from these years of oppressive misery, and he was willing to suffer for it, but why should he suffer.

Unwilling to reconcile, thoughts of revenge suddenly flooded his mind, wanting to kill all those who bullied him, and mocking himself in every possible way, if he had a strong backbone and learned to have a whole body of skills, why did he fall into such a situation, regretting it too late .

The sky turned white, Qingmo stopped crying, and closed her eyes in silence.

Heaven and earth never rest, only he is still imprisoned.

After the hemp rope was soaked in water, it was extremely flexible and strong. The thin stone was scratched every now and then, but it could not cut a few centimeters of fracture, but the skin and flesh of the palm were cut beyond recognition. The nucleus was sunken deep in the neck socket, which was his only support.

There were voices, footsteps, wheels.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, Qing Mo lifted a trace of the eyelids, and the river water reflected the sky light.

When is it already?I made an appointment to go to the private school today.

Did he pick me up?Did you notice I'm not there?Du Liu must be anxious too.

Qingmo pondered drowsily, choreographed the scene of the two of them embracing each other and weeping bitterly, and smiled softly in his heart.

He's coming to pick me up.

Qingmo raised her head vigorously and saw the rising sun.