The day when the white horse roared and the west wind was reborn

Silence, silence.

"Hehe, hehe, hehehe——"

Li Wenxiu smiled dryly, extremely unnaturally, at this time she had no time to look closely at the "quite handsome" handsome guy's face in the original book, because in his increasingly ferocious and terrifying face, she seemed to see her own 2012.

She backed away in small steps, wanting to scream, refute, and stand up, and then pointed at the tall man and said loudly, "Your mask has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with it! It's your own carelessness!" !

The reality is, she shrank back on the carpet very spinelessly, hugged her head, and muttered "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything"...

It turns out that evasion is very useful, especially when you are with a ruthless and suspected iceberg creature who is taller and stronger than you.

Ma Jiajun sneered, grabbed Li Wenxiu by the back collar, and lifted her up, with a very intimidating expression on his face.

"you know?"

"You already knew?"

The man raised an arc with a half-smile, but the smile didn't go deep into his eyes, he couldn't be mistaken, there was fear and shock in the little girl's eyes, but that kind of shock was definitely not the shock that she was wearing a human skin mask , or, that girl knew from the beginning that she was disguised?

The more Ma Jiajun thought about it, the more suspicious he became, the movements of his hands were a little heavier, Li Wenxiu under his palm was pinched in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Wenxiu lived in an orphanage since she was a child. Although she is naturally cheerful, her sensitivity to things is not weak at all. She knows when to say something and what not to say. Smooth, but after all, there are more people who like her than hate her.

Li Wenxiu always thought that even if Ma Jiajun was not as fond of Li Wenxiu as described in the book, no matter what, he would not hate her. The level of hatred, how could I have thought that this man who grabbed her and lived under the same roof as her had murderous intentions towards her.

He exuded a strong, unadulterated murderous aura.

He wanted to kill himself.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all.

Li Wenxiu yelled in her heart, her heart shrank with a huge sense of fear, and she could hardly breathe.

She has never felt powerless, and she is used to living a leisurely life, which almost made her forget that the man in front of her is not the kind of kind person with the heart of a holy father, and she is not the girl who made his heart soften completely. He can kill himself without hesitation to avoid future troubles.

"I've always heard about Li San and his wife in the south of the Yangtze River. I thought it was an exaggeration by people in the Jianghu. I didn't expect that their daughter, a girl of [-] years old, would have such insight..." Ma Jiajun's low voice was more like speaking to someone. Hearing this, Wenxiu's heart moved, this meaning, this meaning...

The beating heart gradually slowed down, she didn't speak, and held her breath, for fear of offending the evil star and chopping herself with a palm to meet Hades.

What he said next became more and more small, and Li Wenxiu only heard a few words, "Forget it" and "That's it".

Just now, the heart in the throat was finally placed in its original position, but what followed was that the body followed the heart and fell heavily on the blanket. This time, the man didn't care about it but let Li Wenxiu stay in it as if to vent his anger. On the ground, the huge momentum caused the intimate collision between the chest and the ground, and Li Wenxiu couldn't help letting out a muffled groan.

This time she was very honest, she propped up her body slowly, got up, her steps were still a little staggering, the body of a six-year-old child is far less rigid than that of an adult, even though this body has been practiced martial arts since childhood, it is stronger than ordinary children, but She couldn't stand Ma Jiajun's sway so hard, her body ached bluntly, but she didn't dare to say a word.

This kind of thing seems to have happened a long time ago. When she was seven years old, her parents died in a fire. She was sent to an orphanage by so-called relatives. At that time, it seemed to be the same. To be happy, she had to find happiness for herself. At that time, she learned to please the teacher, please everyone around her, learn to speak, talk to people when she sees people, and talk nonsense to hell.

She went to university with great difficulty, working part-time jobs day and night to pay for her tuition, hoping to be recognized by the society, hoping to get rid of that poor environment and humble status, but ended up in this ghost place inexplicably.

In my previous life, I wished so much that I could travel with money, go to Xinjiang, go to Tibet, play around, and stroll around.

Now that she has really arrived in Xinjiang, she wants to cry so much.

Wronged, she really felt wronged, a child without parents, was bullied since childhood, was born in an orphanage, and was discriminated against at school, and her classmates would look at her suspiciously when they threw something, even if she had nothing to say. Didn't do anything, didn't know anything, and lived so humblely, just to be able to stand upright in the future, but when she came here, she still had to suffer, what did she do wrong, she was bullied when she came here, she didn't want anything If I do it, I'm afraid that someone surnamed Ma will drive me out if I don't like it. I'm walking on thin ice and trembling. Isn't that enough?

Do you still want to bully her like this? Why do you bully her...

Thinking about it, Wenxiu's nose became more and more sore, her eyes were swollen. For such a long time, she was depressed, bored, wronged... all kinds of emotions came to her head, and she finally couldn't stand it anymore. Like a real child, she burst into tears .

"I want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore, woo woo woo, I want to go home..."

Where is home, where is my mother, I want to go home, I want to find my mother...

She has never been a strong person. Even though she has learned to live with the situation in the face of difficulties, she still longs for a sense of security that belongs to her alone. Like when she was a child, crying is her right as a weak person. She should not give up this right. She wants to Have a good cry, woo woo woo~

Wenxiu here is crying very seriously, but Ma Jiajun like that is at a loss for what to do. In front of him, this little girl sitting on the blanket rolling and crying is really that dead girl Li Wenxiu?Could it be a ghost possessed...

Ma Jiajun was thinking wildly, at this moment he had forgotten that there was still a drooping skin on his face, which looked extraordinarily terrifying under the faint candlelight.

Having been an old man for so many years, Ma Jiajun seemed to have almost forgotten the fact that he was a young man. Now that Li Wenxiu was making such a fuss, the way he stretched out his hands and hung in mid-air, he really looked so young.

Although Ma Jiajun's personality is a little bit angry and his temper is a little bit weird, but he is still a soft-hearted person in essence, probably because Wenxiu felt very wronged and kept crying, Ma Jiajun couldn't bear it, So I started to reflect on myself, why did I have trouble with a child, and after thinking about it carefully, the child seemed to have done nothing wrong.

I remember that when I first came here, I seemed to be very scared. At that time, he was much older than this girl, and I never saw her complain. What did I not like about her?

Is it those eyes that know the world, or that calm and indifferent face, always wanting to break something, look at the way this little girl changed her face.

Now it's really changed, but it feels like it's not that good.

Ma Jiajun's children's shoes are tangled.

"Woooo~~~"

Poor little friend Wenxiu is still crying, if Ma Jiajun children's shoes have mind reading skills, you can definitely hear the scream of the pseudo-loli turned into "Roaring Lee"——

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Why don't you come to comfort me and give me a step down, I have no more tears left to howl, and now the howl is almost gone, Ma, why are you so ungrateful, so ungrateful! ! !

Ma Jiajun, with a slack face, was still repeating an action——

... Reach out your hand to comfort me, hey, I'm an adult, so I'm so sorry.

...It's better to shrink back, alas, the little girl is crying so bleakly.

Reach out, retract, reach out, retract...

Whether to reach out, this is a question worth thinking about...

☆Hero, please give me a way out!