Chapter 147: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (5)
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Why did he cue her again? Chen Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears. In order not to ruin her character, she nodded reluctantly.
Anastasia withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, a wicked smile on her lips.
She approached step by step, reached out and grabbed Cinderella's extremely thin arm and twisted it hard.
"ah!"
Cinderella screamed in pain and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
Her screams of pain further stimulated the manic-depressive element in Anastasia.
"Does it hurt? My dear sister Rilla."
Cinderella was in so much pain that she could hardly speak, and the sound that came out of her throat was messy and broken.
"It hurts...don't touch me..."
Due to years of malnutrition, Cinderella had no strength to shake off Anastasia's hand. She turned pale with pain and crystal tears fell one by one, hanging on her face.
When she was about to faint from the pain, Anastasia finally let go of her hand. She moaned softly and pushed Cinderella to the ground again.
"Wangzai, can I help Cinderella?"
When she was a child, Chen Yuan felt pity for Cinderella, who was bullied by her vicious stepmother and stepsisters when she was reading fairy tale books. Now this scene was happening right in front of her, and she felt a little bit reluctant.
[Host, you must remember that this is a dark fairy tale world. Cinderella, who appears to be cowardly and kind on the surface, may very well have a side that is unknown to others.]
Wangzai's reminder was easy to understand, and Chen Yuan immediately gave up the idea of helping.
It seems that everyone in the dark fairy tale world is not as simple as they seem.
Thinking of this, Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling, and a thin layer of goose bumps immediately appeared on her fair and delicate skin.
"Dusula, bring me the whip from my room."
Anastasha turned around and ordered Shen Yuan, who was standing there in a daze.
Shen Yuan came back to his senses and asked softly
"What whip?"
Anastasia clicked her tongue impatiently. "It's the gray-brown bull whip my mother gave me on my last birthday. What's wrong with you today?"
Shen Yuan's beautiful and delicate brows were furrowed, and her soft tone seemed a little aggrieved.
"I'll go right away. You're mean to me every day."
Anastasia urged coldly, "Hurry up."
"oh."
Chen Yuan hummed secretly, then lifted her heavy skirt and ran out of the woodshed.
Anastasia's room was in the far right corner of the manor. It was all pink princess style, almost blinding Shen Yuan's eyes.
Relying on the instinct from her memory, she quickly found the bull whip in the cabinet.
The bull whip was given to Anastasia by Mrs. Bran on her birthday for self-defense. The surface of the whip was covered with dense barbs, which shone coldly under the light and looked particularly terrifying.
Out of curiosity, Shen Yuan carefully poked the whip.
"hiss."
She cried out in pain and winced in agony.
When the pink and tender fingertips touched the sharp barbs on the whip, bright red blood immediately oozed out and dripped onto the clean floor.
“It hurts so much…”
Chen Yuan carefully pinched the bleeding fingertip and put it in her mouth. The pain made her eyes red and tear-stained.
The sweet taste of blood blooms on the tip of the tongue.
She didn't know if it was Shen Yuan's illusion, but she even felt that there was a strong rose scent in Dusula's blood, as tempting as poppy.
[Host, are you okay? ]
Shen Yuan shook his head, his voice trembling with pain, and filled with a strong sense of grievance.
"Wangzai, why is this body so delicate? Even a small wound hurts so much..."
As she spoke, her petite body trembled and her voice choked with sobs.
[Host, in fairy tales, although Dusula is very vicious, she is extremely beautiful and has the trait of tear incontinence. Therefore, her pain points are ten times that of other characters. So you must be careful in the future and don't get hurt, otherwise you will be the only one who suffers.]
Chen Yuan made a sound of grievance, stretched out her tender and rosy tongue, and licked the blood off her fingertips.
After the wound stopped bleeding, she carefully took the whip and walked out of Anastasia's bedroom.
The moment the door closed, a thick and terrifying black fog spread out from the eyes of the doll on the bedside.
He had no substance, as if transparent, but his entire body exuded an extremely cold and chilling aura.
As it spread, the beautiful roses blooming by the bed withered in an instant.
It seemed to be breathing, the black mist rose and fell, moving slowly until it came to the place where Shen Yuan had just been, and its sight fell on the drop of dried blood on the ground.
The bloodstains were bright red, emitting an alluring, thick, sweet fragrance.
It smells like roses.
The black shadow's throat rolled, as if he was forcibly suppressing something.
Suddenly, it made a strange sound and became crazy and depressed.
"Du....Su...La..."
It was panting, its voice hoarse and rough, like rolling over pebbles, crazy and cold, with strong aggression and malice.
As the words fell, the black shadow disappeared into the bedroom, and the glaring drop of blood on the ground also disappeared.
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Chen Yuan ran to the woodshed panting, her long, thick black hair was messed up by the wind and stuck to her forehead, but she didn't look messy, but rather had a strange kind of beauty.
In the woodshed, Cinderella had several purple wounds on her body, some of which were even broken and bleeding.
It was obvious at a glance that it was Anastasia who had hit him with a stick of firewood.
"Sister, your whip."
Shen Yuan handed the whip to Anastasia, and then stood aside and watched obediently.
"Why so slow?"
Anastasha took the whip and complained unhappily.
Chen Yuan was so angry that she was sweating and even her legs were sore.
"Then don't ask me to go next time, hum."
Anastasia rolled her eyes and moved her lips twice. She was about to say something when her eyes fell on Shen Yuan's rosy fingertips.
There was a small wound with a little blood on it, which was obviously caused by a whip.
She asked knowingly, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Shen Yuan snorted softly, crossed her arms and glanced at her sideways, her tone coquettish, like a spoiled little princess.
"You still care about me? My hands are injured by your whip. I will tell my mother that you call me and bully me every day."
Dusula is Blanchett's youngest daughter. She is beautiful and gorgeous, so Blanchett likes her more than Anastasia.
Because of this, Anastasia was often jealous, so she liked to order Dusula around for no reason.
But being ordered around is one thing, and Anastasia still likes this spoiled, crybaby, and obedient sister.
"You deserve it for not being careful. Come and let your sister see if the wound is deep."
Chen Yuan obediently walked over and spread out the fingers on her hand to show her.
"Look, it's all broken, and there's a lot of blood coming out."
Shen Yuan exaggerated, and Anastasia's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
She lowered her head, held Shen Yuan's slender and beautiful little hand, and blew on it.
"Blow it and it will stop hurting. I'll apply medicine on you later."
"oh."
The fingertips were a little sensitive, and the wind blew a tickling feeling, so Shen Yuan shyly withdrew her hand.
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