The evil host always goes offline

Chapter 342 Memory fragments (6)

Qi Ziguan gave someone a wink, and someone left immediately, and when he came back, that person had a bucket of chili water in his hand.

One person stepped forward, pulled the girl's hair and lifted it up, and the person holding the water immediately poured pepper water on the girl.

The girl coughed twice in discomfort, but felt a pain in her scalp.

The crowd was a little quiet.

"Yo, this girl is quite beautiful."

Qi Ziguan glanced at the person who spoke, and the person immediately fell silent and shrank back.

"Okay, I'll be there first today, we're all gone."

Everyone knew what kind of pee Qi Ziguan was, and they all understood what it meant when they heard this, and looked at the girl with a bit of mockery.

"What a beauty..."

"Don't tell me, she won't suffer either."

After everyone finished walking, Qi Ziguan knelt down and squeezed the girl's chin, forcing her to look up.

"You should be thankful that you have a pretty face."

He reached out to tear her clothes off.

The girl struggled a little and was slapped by him.

Qi Ziguan tore it hard...but it didn't come apart after a long time.

After working for a long time, he lost his anger, "What kind of rags are these?"

The girl hit her head on the ground and coughed violently.

Qi Ziguan went to the weapon rack next to him, took a sword, came to the girl, and cut open the clothes in front of her.

Seemingly addicted to this kind of game, he took the sword and cut the clothes on her body into strips without haste.

"Don't..." The girl seemed to have some awareness of what she was about to face. Thinking that she couldn't do anything to this person, she flinched back desperately, and refused intermittently, "Unfortunate...unfortunate..."

Qi Ziguan smiled, squatted down, with a perverted tone.

"I just like this. You are just my father's dog. What right do you have to feel uncomfortable?"

The girl didn't have enough intelligence to understand, and she still struggled to retreat, her wrinkled face was full of pain.

Qi Ziguan liked her current appearance very much.

If the woman on the bed can't struggle, it's no different from a dead dog.

Thinking of the girl's helpless appearance under him, he excitedly licked his lips.

But before he could stretch out his sinful hand, there was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, accompanied by the slight sound of a sharp weapon piercing his body.

His eyes widened, and he was about to cry out.

Suddenly, the sword on his chest was lifted up violently, almost hitting his spine, and stuck his joints upward until his throat was broken open.

Qi Ziguan fell straight down, revealing the young man with a cold face behind him.

The bloody sword was thrown to the ground.

The girl whose face was spattered with blood sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the fallen man absent-mindedly.

"Dead?" With childish perplexity, the girl tilted her head.

This seems to be the master's son...

The boy stepped forward, squatted halfway, wiped the blood on the girl's face with his clothes, grabbed her arm with one hand, and frowned after a while.

"You made yourself so embarrassed again."

The girl turned her head to look at him, "Big...brother?"

"I'm a woman, it's only been a while, and you've forgotten me again."

She's just used to men's clothing.

The boy touched her head, "I have a fever."

The girl was nonchalant about her situation and used her limited brain power to think of a title.

"big sister."

"..." The boy was silent for a moment, then picked up the girl, "My name is Xiang Shu."

"Little tree?"

"Xiang Shu."

"Little tree."

"..." The young man was helpless, "You thought about the name for five hours at the beginning, but now you forget it in the blink of an eye."

"Little tree."

"……Um."

"Little tree tree."

"Don't move, I'll take you to heal."

(End of this chapter)