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Chapter 18 At the end, the heart dies
The birch garden in cool autumn is a dance of gold and silver. The dreamy silver threads are rooted in the earth, pitching among thousands of trees, and the bright golden spots are dotted in the air like watercolor splashes.It was noon, and the hot rays of the sun were pouring down, and the whole birch forest was burning wantonly like a swirling wildfire.

Although it is not as bright as Yuehualin, which shines day and night, it is also infinitely beautiful.

However, ordinary noble children are used to seeing it, so no one comes.

It's just that the birch forest garden, which was originally quiet, is now noisy.

Looking at the group of people who surrounded him again, Mo Xiaoran couldn't help laughing bitterly.

She has lost count of how many times this is the first time.

Since she was rescued by Qin Li last time, these people have intensified their efforts to deal with her.

The methods are becoming more and more ruthless, but the actions are also becoming more and more covert.

The soul body, which was as weak as a little white rabbit, was beaten several times when it came out, and then it simply shrank.

Now, only myself is left.

Mo Xiaoran felt helpless and somewhat desperate.

Resistance seemed impossible in this world, but she still refused to bow her head.

If only she had power.

Yes, as long as she has enough strength, who dares to bully her!

Why should she expect someone to save her every time, and why should she be so disappointed that she faints every time.

Why be pushed to the ground by these people again like a reptile!
"Mo Xiaoran, let's do something new today." The girl in the lead smiled slyly, and her originally pretty face turned sinister with her evil smiles.

Waving to the side, several people took out their mobile phones one after another, and one of them was holding a bundle of rope and a pair of scissors.

Mo Xiaoran looked up and met a pair of terrifying eyes.

Those eyes were wide open, filled with terrifying excitement, staring at him in a daze.

"Da da da……"

Mo Xiaoran watched the man with the scissors approaching him step by step, trembling uncontrollably, his face turned pale.

He yelled loudly, "What are you doing!"

But the more he yelled, the more flustered he became.

Several people looked at Mo Xiaoran trembling with fear, and the excitement in their eyes grew stronger.

Grinning, like a ghost dreaming back at midnight, showing his sharp teeth at you.

"What are you going to do?"

The woman's words are gentle, but it makes people tremble.

"You said, if we strip you off and record it beautifully, will you become famous?"

"Don't... don't..." Mo Xiaoran trembled with trembling lips, screaming fearfully and feebly.

She doesn't want to!
She doesn't want to!
Why did you do this to her!

What did she do wrong!
She twisted her body crazily, but the hand holding her was like a tough vine locking herself firmly, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

The people who were holding them down seemed to be dissatisfied with their actions, and they squeezed their hands hard, and their nails snapped in!

"Ah..." A crescent moon imprint was engraved on the fair skin, and blood spurted out.

Mo Xiaoran's originally pale face was even more bloodless, and his lips were pale and chapped, like dead wood.

The girl listened to Mo Xiaoran's painful groans, as if she heard some beautiful tune.

The corners of the mouth grinned terribly, the brutal breath spread, and the eyes became more and more frenzied.

"Don't you want to see them every day?"

The devil finally approached, squatted down, and looked down at the kneeling ant that was crushed to the ground.

"I'll help you."

The voice was gentle and fell into my ears, like a devil grinning at me.

Mo Xiaoran only felt his legs go weak, the blood in his whole body seemed to be coagulated, and his heart seemed to be clamped by a vise and wrung to death.

"Tell me, cut this pair of scissors!" The woman paused as she spoke, and the scissors in her hand began to rattle, which made Mo Xiaoran's scalp numb.

"Cut again!" The woman's voice paused again.

Mo Xiaoran opened her mouth, but couldn't make any sound, as if she had seen herself tortured by being stepped on the ground by them, her heart was pulled into her throat, and she even found it difficult to breathe.

"Tell me, Master Liuyue, Master Haoyue, will you like it?"

The woman gently whispered a terrible curse in her ear, and the scorching breath made her feel cold from the soles of her feet, like falling into an ice cellar.

"I let them not only see you, but also see a different you."

"Say, shouldn't you thank me well? Hahahaha..."

Mo Xiaoran looked at the woman laughing wildly in front of her, this woman is crazy!
She is absolutely insane!

She sat slumped on the ground, kicking her legs forward vigorously, trying to kick the woman away.

However, before she touched the woman, she saw two feet stepping heavily on her own!
"Crack!"

Mo Xiaoran's expression kept changing, his eyebrows were knitted together, his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, his nose was swelling and shrinking, he was breathing rapidly, his palms were sweating, and he was shaking constantly.

Both legs have completely lost their strength, and they can't even tremble.

It was like an established destiny, the darkness that enveloped him, no matter how he escaped, he couldn't escape.

No, she absolutely can't just sit around and die!
She is running away!
She is running away!
She has to figure it out!
No matter what, it can't be that way!
She began to give in, crying and begging for mercy to the crazy woman, "I don't know the two people you mentioned! Let me go, I beg you, I beg you..."

"As long as you let me go, you, you can do whatever you want me to do! Please, I beg you..."

Tears hung all over her face, she shook her head in a bewilderment, begging the woman frantically, begging these people to let her go!Beg them to torture themselves in another way!Please don't post it!

However, her begging for mercy did not get any sympathy from them.

The expressions on those people's faces became more and more manic, and their voices became more and more sinister.

The scissors slowly approached her, like ice blades, trying to freeze her heart to death.

Watching it cut its own clothes inch by inch, gradually revealing the collarbone, revealing the underwear, all the way down.

Feeling the coldness of the blade, Mo Xiaoran felt ashamed.

Is it really impossible to escape this catastrophe?
Mo Xiaoran closed her eyes in pain, a tear filled with hatred flowed from the corner of her eye.

She hates!

She hates it so much!
She hates herself for being so humble!
She hates why they are so cruel!
She hates why her own destiny cannot be held in her own hands!

They gently carved her fear and despair, her resentment and pain with their hands.

The laughter all around was like a devil's song, lingering in my ears, breaking the heartstrings of longing and hope.

The shutter sound of the mobile phone was like the pair of scissors, clicking, clicking, cutting off her last dignity.

Struggling weakly.

It is useless to beg for mercy.

In the end, the heart died.

(End of this chapter)