In the dirty and cramped cabin, two men stood under the eaves, looking at the heavy rain outside, cursing their bad luck.
"This damn weather, if it weren't for this little bitch running around, I would have been hugging a woman and having fun now." The square-faced man turned his head with disgust and looked at the girl curled up in the corner of the house.
"Yeah, just be a sacrifice honestly, why are you running? If the sacrifice didn't need to be complete, I would have broken her legs long ago." The other man also turned his head and sneered at the person in the corner.
This is a simple cabin on the mountainside, built by hunters in the village to rest here. The cabin is very simple, with heavy rain outside and light rain inside. It is damp everywhere, and even a fire can't be lit. In this early winter weather, such an environment makes people shiver with cold.
From their words, we know that the two came here to chase the little girl who was used as a sacrifice. Then they encountered heavy rain and came to this simple cabin to hide from the rain. After the two of them finished speaking, they stood in the part of the house that was not leaking rain, and continued to curse, hoping that the heavy rain would stop soon so that they could successfully hand over the offering to the village chief. The
little girl who was used as a sacrifice looked only about four or five years old. She was dirty all over, and her hair had become wisps, and even had many knots in places, emitting a strange smell. Her face was also gray and black, and her appearance could not be seen clearly. Her bare feet were covered with various wounds. She had run so far barefoot, and the soles of her feet were already full of cuts from stones, and her calves were also covered with various wounds. The blood had long been a paste.
The raindrops from above dripped onto the little girl's head and body bit by bit, and the coldness lingered around her whole body. She tried to shrink herself a little smaller, hoping to retain more warmth. But she was wearing thin clothes, and at this moment she was cold, hungry, and in pain, and her vision was a little blurred.
She reached out and wiped her eyes, intending to stay awake. She had never given up the idea of escaping.
But there was rain on her face, and the wipe
exposed her original skin color.
The square-faced man happened to look over here and saw the girl's fair skin under her eyelids. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly rushed to the little girl in two steps, stretched out his hand to grab the back of the little girl's collar, and lifted her to the eaves, exposing her to the outside and letting the rain wash over her.
"What are you doing? How can we report it if she gets soaked to death?" The other man was shocked when he saw this scene and spoke to stop her. After all, the child was covered in wounds and in a very bad condition. She was wearing so little in such a cold day, and she might not survive tonight if she got wet in the rain again.
The girl seemed to have noticed the square-faced man's intention at this time. She struggled desperately, but how could she, a little girl, break free from the grip of an adult man?
Looking at the girl in the rain, the square-faced man's eyes became more and more excited. He stretched out his other hand to wash the girl's face with the rain, and then said to the other man in a trembling voice, "Look, look, this little bitch is so beautiful! We have never seen her face clearly, she hides it too well."
Only then did the other man see clearly what the little girl really looked like.
Fair skin, beautiful big eyes, small nose, lips, these facial features are so delicate that there is no flaw. When she grows up, she will definitely be more beautiful than the top prostitute in the city's brothel.
"This, this can be sold for a good price." The man said excitedly.
The square-faced man showed a twisted smile on his face, cursing, "Are you stupid? This is a sacrifice. Selling it to a brothel can get a lot of money. But how to explain to the village chief? The sacrifice is gone. Is it your child who will be the sacrifice or mine? So, don't worry about it, just enjoy it first..." The square-
faced man said, unbuttoning his belt.
The other man realized what he meant by enjoy it first. A twisted smile also appeared on his face, "I heard that children of a few years old are the most tender. Today we are blessed..."
The little girl saw their actions and struggled in fear. But no matter how she struggled, she could not break free from the man's grip.
Fear, pain, despair surged into her heart, and then there was overwhelming hatred. Why, why did she have to endure all this torture...
The sound of the tattered clothes being torn made the little girl scream and struggle frantically, but it was all in vain.
Just as the square-faced man was about to tear off the last bit of clothes on the little girl, he froze.
His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his throat made a hoarse sound like a broken bellows.
A bright sword blade pierced through his chest. .??.
The blood first dripped slowly, and then it continued to flow like beads that had broken off the string.
The square-faced man's body finally fell heavily, twitched twice, and then there was no sound.
The terrified and desperate girl saw the first light of her life on this day.
A beautiful woman who looked like a fairy, holding a bloody long sword in her hand, with angry and regretful eyes. It was she who killed the man who wanted to insult her! Against the light, the girl felt as if she saw a goddess. Did God come to save her?
And she was angry because of her, and was regretting for her... The girl thought to herself.
The other man howled in fear and turned to run out.
The woman holding the sword did not turn her head, but swung the sword with her backhand, and the man who had just run to the door was split in half by the sword. Blood splattered everywhere, and
the smell of blood began to permeate the room.
The girl stared at the beautiful woman in front of her in a daze, opened her mouth, and wanted to speak, but found that she could not utter a syllable.
The next moment, the beautiful woman held her in her arms, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. The bad guys are dead, and no one will bully you anymore."
She hugged me, I was so smelly and dirty, but she still hugged me. Her arms were so warm, she smelled so good...
Before Qu Feixuan fainted, she thought that if this was an illusion before death, then she would be very happy.
When Qu Feixuan woke up, she found that it was not a dream! She was now in the arms of the beautiful woman, and she had been washed clean, fragrant, changed into a beautiful skirt, and her hair was washed and tied into two small braids.
Noticing that the child in her arms had woken up, Gu Qingxi lowered her head to look at the child, smiled gently and said, "You're awake. Are you hungry? I made porridge for you. Would you like to have some first?"
Qu Feixuan said nothing, stretched out her hands and held her tightly, refusing to let go.
She had been in darkness all the time, but after seeing the first ray of light, she refused to let go.
"My name is Qu Feixuan." The young Qu Feixuan had been struggling to survive. This was the first time she took the initiative to give her name. "Can you take me away? Don't leave me. I can do anything." Qu Feixuan looked up at Gu Qingxi, her eyes full of pleading and determination.
Gu Qingxi was shocked by such eyes. At this moment, she even felt that if she rejected the child, the child would choose death immediately. This was a heart-pounding and cruel intuition.
"Okay." Gu Qingxi smiled and touched Qu Feixuan's little head. "Even if you don't mention it, I will take you away."
In an instant, Qu Feixuan's eyes lit up.
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