"Sister, sister, look! I can restore the third level in the blink of an eye, and I can restore the fourth level in a short while," Guan Song said.
"Sister, look at me, I'm not much slower than my brother."
They practiced diligently so that they could show off in front of their older sister and get a compliment.
Playing with Rubik's Cubes alone is too boring, so Qiao Lian'er looked in her space and bought a few other toys.
However, she only took the small one; the larger ones wouldn't fit in her sleeves.
The two children's eyes lit up when they saw this; these were things they couldn't buy even at stalls or shops in big cities.
My older sister is the best; she has everything.
Qiao Lian'er ate lunch there before heading back. Guan Xue and Guan Song had to go practice military boxing in the afternoon, so they didn't bother her.
Grandpa told them that they could play, but they shouldn't let play make them lose their ambition.
The two children saw Qiao Lian'er to the door, their little faces filled with satisfaction.
“My sister is now our strategist here. She comes over from time to time. That’s great,” Guan Xue said.
Guan Song: "My sister is so amazing. When I grow up, I want to be just as amazing as her."
Qiao Lian'er smiled and patted their heads.
It feels so good to be relied upon and worshipped like this.
As she walked out the door, she felt as if a cold, piercing gaze was fixed on her from behind.
Qiao Lian'er frowned, looked back, but found nothing.
But she was certain that her feeling just now was correct.
She doesn't care anymore. Anyone who dares to mess with her will get their ass kicked.
In a soldier's cell, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the room was in a shady spot, so the light was dim.
When he noticed Qiao Lian'er looking back, Song Laosan immediately stepped aside. After she turned her head away, he went to the window again, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at her back.
The house looked no different from the others, except that this window was fitted with iron bars, and the door was locked day and night to ensure that no one could escape.
If you need to go to the latrine, two soldiers will accompany you.
Every meal consisted of spoiled steamed buns, and I often didn't even get a sip of water all day, leaving me with a constant thirst.
This is the life Song Laosan is living now; it's like being in prison.
He knew his life was over; his two older brothers were also being subjected to water torture and didn't know when they would die.
In order to protect him, they did not say that he was the one who delivered the message.
Now, all the hopes of the Song family rest on his shoulders, yet he is a man trapped in a secluded room, unable to gain freedom.
It's all Qiao Lian'er's fault, it's all the Qiao family's fault.
He hates the Qiao family so much that he wants to drink their blood and eat their flesh.
"Ah, you little bitch, I'm going to kill you, kill everyone in the Qiao family!" Song Laosan pounded his fists on the iron bars, his intense hatred driving him to use all his strength. In no time, his fists were covered in blood.
He has to get out; he has to find a way to get out.
But what is he going to do?
Song Laosan tried to calm himself down. He squatted on the ground, his bloodied hands touching the wall.
The walls are made of bricks, which are mainly made of clay and fired, so breaking them open is not a difficult task.
If he could use something to chisel it open, he could have a chance to survive.
But he couldn't make too much noise; he had to chisel away a little bit each day so he could eventually get out.
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