These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Ran Xinxue is also at the dragon-slaying level, but both of them know that from the perspective of combat power, she has no chance at all.

But it is not impossible to resist at all.

But the current situation is like this, Wei Tu grabbed her neck, looked at her face, her hands were hanging down.

It seemed that she had given up all resistance from the beginning, what she thought was a meaningless resistance.

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue, this crazy woman was still laughing, laughing so crazy.

"You really want to make me restless? Ran Xinxue, I told you, I am willing to untie the slave pattern for you, because I feel that you have gained the respect of the disciples of the sect in the previous matter, and I think you You should understand the responsibility of being the suzerain and what you should do. Not being restrained may make you more balanced and natural. But I am not asking you to think of these things that I have never thought of, so as to make you more Against me."

The current palm is still very gentle, and it doesn't lock the opponent's neck.

So Ran Xinxue was still able to talk, and seemed quite normal.

Looking at the young man smiling, he smiled disdainfully and mockingly.

"Have you never thought about it... Hehe, you don't have any sense of security. Besides Su Mi, Jiang Ying, and Lu Qingyan, who else do you trust?! I said you believe me, do you believe it yourself? You Wouldn't you still be on guard against me? Otherwise, why didn't you remove the life and death Gu together? Just removing the slave pattern seems to be a great favor to me... I won't thank you, I will only hate you even more. You dare not do anything ..."

Wei Tu couldn't help clenching his palms tightly, and the woman's face began to flush.

The voice she made also seemed difficult, but she was still stubborn, like a sculpture, still sneering at the boy, mocking everything about him.

"Haven't you ever thought of saying something nice now, first get rid of the slave pattern? Everything should be done step by step. Fortunately, you have been climbing to the sky in one step. Greedy women are just annoying."

The palms are so tightly grasped, it seems that this woman can be completely passed out at any time, and even directly twisted her neck.

All of these can be done easily, and the other party's cheeks are indeed flushed, and it seems that breathing has become difficult.

But Ran Xinxue still looked at the boy stubbornly, and wanted to laugh, but the muscles in her cheeks no longer allowed it.

Her smile was uglier than crying at this time.

"What do you want to do step by step...cough...I don't want...you can either...or...kill me...or bind me for the rest of my life...or, simply remove...all the slave pattern life and death Gu...otherwise... ...Don't think that I will do what you want...what you want...I won't do it...You think beautifully...cough cough cough!! You think beautifully!!"

It seems that consciousness is about to be lost.

Ran Xinxue, who seemed to be seeing nothing in front of her eyes, suddenly felt her neck loosen.

The boy threw her on the table.

The woman lay on her stomach, coughing and wheezing violently.

The clothes that weren't much in the first place looked even more messy now.

The hem of the dress seemed to be unable to cover her upturned buttocks.

And her hair was messed up.

Wei Tu looked indifferently at this young woman who was extremely weak at the moment.

"Sometimes I really don't know what you, a woman, are thinking... But since you don't know, I will make it clear. I never thought of using you as a tool, but I have to be wary of you, Nu Wenyi It was also for this at the beginning... I don’t need you to do anything for me, and I don’t need you to sacrifice for me. So I don’t think there is any need for the existence of slave patterns now. I know you are stubborn, and you will still bring what you should have after all. Responsibility... But you still seem to have a big heart for me.

Don't worry, I haven't thought about this, I don't care what you do to me, it's your own business, just think about the consequences of what you do, it's safe to be my friend, but to be my enemy, There is only one dead end.I will remove the slave tattoo for you, and from now on, you don’t have to see me, and I won’t talk to you, just like the beginning.You want to hate me...it's okay.I will use my attitude. "

Saying so, the boy stretched out his palm towards her thigh.

Just at this moment.

Dyeing new snow is like going crazy.

Crazy kicks.

"I don't want it!! I don't want it! Get out! Get out!!"

"Dye the new snow! Why are you crazy!"

Wei Tudu became extremely angry.

This woman is really crazy, the kind that can't be controlled at all, she even resists this kind of thing, does she just accept it?

"Plop..." Ran Xinxue, who was struggling, turned over, but rolled under the table. Wei Tu didn't respond yet.

Ran Xinxue got up in embarrassment.

Then he rushed towards Wei Tu.

Throwing herself into the boy's arms, she frantically tore at the man's clothes.

His eyes seemed to be scarlet.

Sweat spilled with her flying long hair.

She yelled without hesitation.

"You're so beautiful! Do you think that if you cancel it, it has nothing to do with me!! Impossible! Impossible...I won't let you succeed! Bastard...I'm going to be the most hateful woman and ruin you for the rest of my life... "PS: What the hell, the popularity has not even reached 200 million, what the hell is the calculation method, it shouldn't be...

3 Returning and Coming ([-]-character chapter)

Not such a distant story.

It's just that the wind and snow are blowing, and her rag shoes step on the snow, and every footprint is like a sharp knife.

Her toes were so cold.

The girl who was almost trembling was pushed indifferently by the passers-by who had no time to care about her in the busy street.

She is thin and thin, with a sallow and emaciated complexion.

He just held a small cloth bag full of patches in his arms, but he was nervously shuttling through the crowd as if he was holding some treasure.

It seems that someone is afraid of taking it away.

It just seems that this yellow and thin girl is too difficult to attract attention, or this cloth bag really doesn't look like it can hold any gold and silver treasures, people just pass by without leaving a sympathetic look.

She walked through the streets, against the crowd, like a young goose alone, even her eyelashes were covered with cold frost, she was shivering all over, but she still had a pair of eyes that kept the last fiery and warmth.

It seems that all the body temperature comes from these eyes that still have hope.

So she walked through the streets, bypassed the overcrowded avenue, and finally came to the door of a nearby alley.

At the entrance of the alley, the filthy stench almost hits the face.

On the ground on both sides of the alley, there are some homeless old people sitting slumped, perhaps with stumps and broken arms, or with old eyes and dim eyes, almost dying.

She began to cautiously, carrying a small cloth bag, trying to shuttle in.

"what……!"

She screamed, and an old man with wrinkled hands grabbed her trousers.

His face was so thin that it was almost skinny, his eyes were dizzy but swollen as if they were about to fall out.

"Little girl...do you have anything to eat..." he asked.

"No, no..."

The little girl tried her best to pull out her leg, and the other party seemed to want to crawl over, but after a few steps, she fell on the ground, dying.

The little girl glanced back. Outside the entrance, there were people coming and going. Some people drove the fragrant car to pass by in a luxurious and ostentatious way. They passed by his almost dead body, but they didn't have any intention of staying.

She looked at the old man on the ground, whose fingertips could only move slightly.

The girl's eyes were full of sadness, but she shook her head fiercely.

"No... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...!"

Turning around, the girl ran into a deeper, darker alley.

There was a door, a broken wooden door.

It is surrounded by courtyard walls that have been crushed by the recent wind and snow, but they have not been repaired.

She pushed open the wooden door that seemed to fall down with a little force, but she was careful not to make too much noise.

Until she walked through the front room and walked into the kitchen, she called out cautiously.

"Little Treasure...Little Treasure..."

There was a faint response from the corner where the firewood was stacked.

The girl ran over quickly, but there was a younger boy lying on the woodpile. His figure was smaller than the girl's, and his face, which should have red lips and white teeth, was pale.

His lips were chapped, his hands and feet were covered with frostbite, and the clothes on his body were frighteningly thin in this weather. He just weakly hugged a few balls of cotton that gave off a musty smell.

"elder sister……"

He said that with dry lips.

The girl knelt down, tears flashing in her eyes.

"Why are they still treating you like this..."

The little boy smiled, and opened his lips, but the wound was pulled out, bloodshot.

"It's okay, sister... the house... the house tiles have fallen off... it's not easy to leak air here... cough cough cough..."

"What’s wrong with you……?"

The girl lifted the boy up with trembling lips, and the boy forced a smile and shook his head, "It's nothing... just a little thirsty..."

The girl immediately scooped a ladle of water from the kitchen water tank and handed it to the boy, watching the boy drink it reluctantly.

She slowly opened the cloth bag.

"Come...Xiao Bao has some steamed buns, he's very hungry, right?"

The boy looked at the clean steamed buns in the cloth bag, but he pushed them over.

"Sister, you haven't eaten yet..."

The girl froze for a moment, looked at the steamed bun but shook her head.

"I... my sister has eaten, and I'm in charge of the food in the embroidery room... my sister's food is good, but I can only bring you two steamed buns, otherwise I will be beaten if I find out..."

"Then, that's fine..."

Only then did the boy take the steamed bun, and he seemed to be devouring it. When he was thirsty, he took a sip of ice-cold water.

The wind outside whistled and blew the windows and doors, as if the outside was not snow, but a roaring demon.

But the girl blocked the gap in the window, using her thin body to shield the boy from the wind and snow, and reached out to gently stroke his black hair.

Watching him gobble it up, a heartfelt smile appeared on her face.

"Little Treasure..."

"Ok?"

"Would you blame my sister...for leaving this house..."

The girl looked at the boy guiltily.

The boy raised his head and smiled innocently.

"No...I know...I know that my sister is very capable...you can go to the embroidery room to work as a female worker to make money...Fortunately, fortunately, sister, you didn't come home..."

The girl's face darkened.

"He went to gamble again?"

The boy's smile disappeared visibly, and he nodded.

"Well... I just went there two days ago, and I didn't come back all night... Mother went to look for him... But Mother was carried back with injuries all over her body, and he...he was still scolding Mother."

The girl's eyes were already red, and she couldn't hold back the tears.

She could only stretch out her arms to cover her eyes, so that those tears would not wet the cotton that the boy wanted to hug.

Maybe the younger brother still doesn't understand some things, but...she knows where the woman they call mother will go to find that man, and what she will experience there...and because of the injuries all over her body.

She knows it all...but she doesn't know, why mother has to do this again and again, time and time again...

It was painful when the tears ran across her face, as if a knife was cutting her face.

"Sister, don't cry...it's okay...it's okay, as long as you...are fine now."

The boy comforted softly.

The girl didn't tell the inside story to the boy, she just looked at the boy with tears in her eyes.

"Xiaobao, how's the family going... how is mother..."

The boy thought for a while, his eyes dimmed, "The house...everything that can be sold is sold...it seems that someone will come to collect the house...mother can get up today...that's right, she didn't say a word, like... ...like a snowman."