he is intoxicated

Nan Hua's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously thought of Lin Yanyan.

Only someone as insidious as her can do such a despicable thing.

But right now, there's no time to think about it too much, because the taxi driver is getting closer and closer to her.

Nanhua's wrists were tied, so she could only move her hips and legs back with difficulty.

She tried to get up from the ground, but he pulled the belt off.

There was a burning pain in her arms and shoulders, and Nanhua's ears rang and her eyes were dizzy from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain. She pretended to be calm and said, "How much will that person give you? I will pay double. As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want. I will definitely not call the police!"

The driver stroked the belt with his fingers, and sneered, "You people, you put it nicely, don't call the police, don't call the police, but turned around and called the police! Don't even think about lying to me this time!"

Nan Hua could tell that this man was a habitual offender who had suffered a lot before.

That taxi must have been stolen by him, no one is stupid enough to drive a taxi out to commit crimes.

Seeing that the trick of using money to buy her would not work, Nanhua decided to use other methods to delay the time as much as possible, maybe A Biao could find him.

She pretended to be calm and said to him: "Master, you also have sisters and wives, think about it, if you do this, you will ruin a woman's life..."

"Shut up!" The man interrupted her sharply.

He took out tape from his trouser pocket to stick her mouth on, took out his mobile phone, taped it to the tree, called up the flashlight and video function, adjusted the angle and started recording.

He bent down to unbutton Nanhua's trousers.

Nan Hua suppressed her panic, raised her foot, and kicked him in the chest.

She struggled to get up and ran.

The man groaned in pain, clutching his chest and cursing: "You don't want to drink a toast, do you eat fine wine? I'll let you go, if you can't beat me to death today, don't give up!"

He reached for the belt, caught up and pinned her to the ground.

Pull it down one by one.

The belt fell on the body, it was hot, and a ridge immediately swelled up where it was pulled.

At the end of the draw, Nan Hua heard belts whizzing by her ears, one after another.

She was a little stunned by the pain, and felt that her body was bloody, and sticky blood was oozing out of her shirt.

But, she thought, it hurts as long as it doesn't insult her.

She was really afraid of being insulted by this man.

She doesn't want to get dirty.

In those three years, because of the bed photo with Lu Xiao, Huo Beiyao scolded her dirty, mean, and licentious. She was scolded for three full years, casting a deep shadow.

She felt that the words that humiliated her were more tormenting than pain.

Really.

She would rather be beaten to death than be dirty by this man.

Later, after smoking too much, Nan Hua lost consciousness and felt no pain, just hot.

Her body was numb, she couldn't move, and her eyes were desperate.

Dark and hopeless.

She looked desperately at the dark blue sky, wondering when it would be bright.

Seeing that she was finally being honest, the man threw away the belt, pulled her back to the original position, readjusted the phone, and continued recording.

He came to unbutton Nanhua's trousers again.

Nanhua is wearing a pair of high-waisted trousers with many buttons today. The copper buttons are very complicated and difficult to untie.

He untied two, lost his patience, and simply tore them apart.

While tearing and cursing.

Nan Hua wanted to lift her foot to kick her, but her leg was already stretched by the belt and pressed by his knee. The struggle and resistance turned into twisting, which was useless at all.

She obviously has an erupting active volcano in her heart, but her body is like meat spread on a cutting board, which can only be slaughtered...

suddenly.

She heard footsteps coming from the side of the road, from far to near.

It's A Biao, A Biao is here!

The man obviously also heard the footsteps, he shut his mouth and didn't make a sound, took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket, and came to cut her trousers, wanting to finish the job quickly, so that he could do business.

Nanhua's mouth was blocked by tape, she couldn't yell out, she could only make a "buzzing" sound, trying to get A Biao's attention.

The man directly pushed the switchblade to her neck, and threatened viciously with his voice down: "If you make any noise again, I will kill you!"

There are more and more footsteps on the side of the road.

And dogs barking.

The sounds of police cars and motorcycles range from far to near.

The police shouted loudly with a loudspeaker: "You are already surrounded by us! Stop making unnecessary resistance! Hand over people!"

The man's hand holding the knife began to shake.

He was afraid.

He hurriedly grabbed Nanhua's arm, pulled her up from the ground, and ran deep into the woods.

Nan Hua's body was full of injuries. Being dragged by him to run, her whole body hurt like she was falling apart. Every step she took was like walking on a sharp knife. Every step she took, she felt like a piece of flesh was falling off.

Police dogs had rushed into the woods.

After the police yelled a few times, they began to shorten the encirclement.

The man panicked, put the knife on Nanhua's neck and shouted at the police: "Don't come here, or I will kill her!"

Dazzling lights shone through the dark woods.

Nanhua's eyes were blinded by the light, so she could only close her eyes.

She felt the man's knife shaking violently on her neck, the blade scratched her neck, blood overflowed, and the wound that had just healed for a long time was about to leave another scar.

Suddenly, the man screamed in pain, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

He clutched his bloody wrist and howled.

There are knives stuck in both wrists, very delicate flying knives, but with great lethality.

Panicked, Nan Hua sighed secretly that the quality of the police staff was getting higher and higher, and there were such sharp swordsmen.

From such a distance, you can hit the target, which can be called a hundred steps.

The last time she saw someone with this ability was Gu Yi.

The police quickly rushed over and restrained the man.

After being highly tense, her nerves suddenly relaxed, and Nan Hua sat down on the ground with a plop.

Only then did I feel extremely painful, the blood was sticky, the smell of blood was strong, and I was covered in cold sweat.

At this time, a tall man rushed over, quickly tore off the tape on her mouth, and untied the rope around her wrist.

He hugged her tightly, so tight that Nanhua was about to suffocate.

She heard him say, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid."

It was Huo Beiyao's voice.

His voice was low, filled with restrained anger, anxiety and grief.

Yes, deep grief, like the fear that the most important person will be lost.

In fact, Nanhua is not afraid anymore, it just hurts.

It hurts badly.

She was in his arms, gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and her teeth rattled.

The chest, arms, shoulders, and legs were all wounds from the belt.

But she was thankful in her heart that she was not defiled by that person.

She was really terrified of being humiliated by Huo Beiyao's cynicism and sarcasm, even though she was Shen Nanhua now, she was still afraid.

For three full years, more than 1000 days and nights, those things have already penetrated into the bone marrow and become subconscious.

The police handcuffed the man and wanted to take him away.

Huo Beiyao suddenly said, "Wait."

Captain Zhao, who led the team, guessed what he was thinking, and told the team members: "Close the team first, and wait in the car. No one is allowed to get out of the car without my order."

After everyone had left, he stayed and watched, fearing that the criminal would be beaten to death, and he could say anything without killing people.

Huo Beiyao whispered to the woman in his arms, "Wait for me for a while."

Nan Hua didn't make a sound.

Huo Beiyao raised his hand and gently brushed her loose hair behind her ears, and gently closed her eyes.

He kissed her forehead and said softly in her ear: "Don't open your eyes no matter what you hear later."

Nan Hua still didn't respond.

She didn't want to say a word.

Brain is messed up.

The heart is also very chaotic.

I don't know if it was because I was frightened, or because I was disturbed by Huo Beiyao's gentleness.

Sure enough, when a person is physically weak, his will tends to become weak, she thought.

Huo Beiyao dragged his coat over her body, helped her to the side of the tree, and told her to sit down.

With straight legs, he strode towards the man, towards the criminal.

He raised his foot and kicked the criminal in the lower abdomen, kicking him several meters away.

The criminal let out a muffled grunt, and landed heavily on the ground covered with fallen leaves, making a pop.

Huo Beiyao strode over, grabbed his neck, and slammed his head into the tree with a bang bang, and the leaves flew all over the sky until he was bruised, dizzy, and bruised.

He threw him to the ground, flew his long legs, and kicked him hard in the crotch, breaking his man's lifeblood.

The criminal let out a ghostly cry, and his whole body convulsed, shaking like chaff.

There were still two knives stuck in his wrist, and blood was bubbling from the wound.

Huo Beiyao bent down and pulled out one, and stabbed it into his thigh fiercely and viciously.

His eyes were red, and his eyes were full of hostility.

It was clearly a handsome and beautiful face, but at this moment it was terribly gloomy and murderous.

The criminal screamed, the pain was so painful that he lost his voice, his face turned into a liver color, he rolled on the ground, and kept begging for mercy.

Huo Beiyao's handsome face was as gloomy as ice, and he held the sharp knife, and stabbed him one by one for more than 20 times, avoiding the vital parts.

The criminal was in so much pain that he couldn't live, he couldn't die, and life was better than death.