In the first year of Daxia, Yaozhou and Maolinzhuang.

In the bitter cold wind, several men in black were chasing a injured man. The man was seriously injured and seemed to be at a loss. However, he was still running away, falling and getting up again, getting up and falling, moving forward inch by inch.

The men in black who were chasing him didn't say much. When they saw that the man could no longer run away, they were not in a hurry to take action, as if they were waiting for someone.

Sure enough, a moment later, a man came, covered with his face and was very tall. Several men in black saluted him immediately when they saw him.

The masked man walked to the man who was still struggling desperately, squatted down and said a few words, then got up and turned his back to his backhand. The man on the ground finally stopped struggling, and the men in black disappeared in the direction they came with the masked man.

Everything came to peace. The man fell into a haystack not far away and a thin body stood up.

The old thin cotton coat can no longer be seen in its original color.

"I've been squatting for a long time, my legs are numb!" Mo Baohua sighed coldly and stomped his feet on the spot, dragging a hemp rope on his hand, tied a small bundle of firewood, sniffed the heat, and walked towards the village at the west end without looking back.

This broken body, apart from her size, you can also tell that she is fourteen years old, and other places... are too dry! Bear with it, wait until it is spring, find some herbs to condition it.

After walking a few steps, as if he heard something behind him, he turned around and looked at it with a conditioned reflex and saw a few corpse-eating vultures flapping their wings while the man was lying.

Mo Baohua's big eyes, which were slightly dry, blinked slightly, and shouted when the vultures were about to fall. There was an extra slingshot in his hand. He raised his hand and pulled it all over, and the movement was done in one go, which was very beautiful.

It was just that the strength was not enough, and the small stones sent out did not hurt the vultures. At least the vultures knew that there were people, so they did not stay and were alert to fly away, stopping in the air to watch.

After looking at the vulture hovering in the low altitude, Mo Baohua sighed, threw down the firewood and walked over.

Before I got closer, I smelled a strong smell of blood. No wonder these scavenging things were brought so quickly.

When I approached, I looked at the man lying motionless on the ground, facing the ground, not really looking. I looked at the side, with clear outlines and tender skin. Then I looked at this outfit, brocade!

Mo Baohua squatted down slowly, stretched out his little hand that was so frozen that it was cracked and covered with calluses. Out of instinctive reaction, he explored the other party's pulse, and his eyes brightened.

"I actually have a breath!"

Thinking of the man who had struggled desperately to survive just now, Mo Baohua's eyes wandered for a moment and silently looked at the wounds on the other party's body.

"Since you want to live so much, let's see if your life is hard enough." Living is indeed better than dying. It's better to live than dying!

It is not far from the village, and it is a downhill road. Mo Baohua still used his power to drag people to the shack next to the village. In this winter, the shacks are empty and no one will come.

He helped stop the blood, treated the wound briefly, and found some hay to cover the hole. Mo Baohua then dragged the bundle of firewood back, and there was no need to deal with the blood. It seemed that after dark, there would be a snow that would cover everything.

After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back and brows slightly. His life was great enough. If the sword was a little deeper, even the Daluo God might not be able to turn the world back.

Looking back, looking at the sky, and walking quickly.

"This dead girl who was killed by a thousand swords is back. I asked you to go out to find some firewood, and I will be lazy. I will be careful, as my stepmother, can't help you!"

As soon as I stepped into the fence yard, I heard a roar, with sharp meanness and indifference in it, just like this weather.

Mo Baohua silently sent the firewood to the firewood room. How many people went out to find firewood in this cold weather?

The original owner of her body, the eldest daughter of the second wife of the Leng family, died, her father didn't care about her, and her grandmother and grandfather ignored her and watched coldly. It was a good fortune to live until now.

Needless to think, dinner must be gone, the Leng family has no family, there are four rooms in total, and they are crowded in this small courtyard. The four wives take turns cooking every day, and the old couple in the family arranged for the four rooms to do the farm work together. Naturally, the food, clothing and expenses are also shared.

The Leng family always has early supper because the old lady Leng slept early.

"Oh, second sister-in-law, why didn't you tell Cui to pick Chai? This is just pitiful without a mother..."

The third family is the only one who dares to say something, because she is tough and has more dowry than other couples, and has given birth to two sons. Everyone in the village knows that her aunt is so heartless.

Of course, I was just a hot heart when I opened my mouth and said something, but I never saw her give me a bite of food.

The yelling and scolding scene was staged again. Finally, it ended with the sound of Master Leng knocking on the cigarette pole. From beginning to end, no one paid attention to Mo Baohua or Leng Xiaohua!

No one asked if she was hungry or cold...

Put the firewood down, and wait for her and the work in the kitchen.

After finishing work, it was already dark. A sweet potato was pulled out of the stove. It was already cooked. It was fragrant and it was quickly finished. After taking a few sips of water, it diluted the taste, then walked towards her room.

Everyone was crowded in their own room, with her exception. She built a bed with wooden boards in the east corner of the yard, which was her residence.

In fact, Baohua thanked the stepmother for her viciousness. She really made her squat on the same pavilion with those people. She thought she would be unable to sleep or eat.

In the countryside, when it gets dark, it means quiet.

The bed was facing the window, lying on the bed, quietly looking at the cold moon in the sky outside the window, Mo Baohua curled up, it was so cold!

This is not a place to stay for a long time, find a way to leave as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. Human limits are really unpredictable. If it were the past, she would never have imagined that she would live such a life one day.

Since you come, you will be at ease. If you live again, you will always be more open-minded.

In the moonlight, the originally thin and slightly pale face was strangely confusing with a smile.

It was indeed a vast area at dawn. It seemed that it had snowed all night, no wonder it was so cold.

It was snowing, and the stepmother Chen Jingui didn't plan to let Leng Xiaohua go. She had already found out that Leng Xiaohua's biological mother brought a dowry when she got married. She was originally from the second wife. The old woman took it and said she was for Leng Xiaohua as a dowry. Who doesn't know what happened?

As long as this girl who is eating for free dies, she will be able to give her Cui'er a legitimate reason. Humph! Don't blame her for being cruel. When she was a matchmaker, the Leng family didn't say that she was here to fill in the room!

"Leng Xiaohua, why haven't you gone yet?" Leng Cui'er held the warm bag and leaned against the door to watch, looking gloating.

However, the girl who is only ten years old is already so mean, and this education shows who has been passed down.

"There is no wind in the door. She is your sister, she has no ethics. She is ten years old. If it is spread, how can I say it to her in the future?" In the room, Old Lady Leng's voice was a little sharp.

Mo Baohua was holding a rope and preparing to go out. When he heard this, he couldn't help but stop. It was the first time that someone had stood up for her today.

It is said that things are abnormal and there must be monsters. Which one is the singing?

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Chapter completed!