Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

Zhenliang stared at the blood bubbling from Zhenqi's body in astonishment, and fell into an unbelievable sluggishness.

This is impossible, she must be having a nightmare!

The middle-aged man quickly pulled the short knife back from the depths of Zhenqi's body, and at the same time as more blood spewed out, Zhenqi, who had always been in a vigorous posture, fell to the ground with a bang, and those cute eyes looked at Zhenliang After the last glance, he was tired and unable to close it.

"Zhenqi——Zhenqi—" Zhenliang suddenly came back to his senses, and finally realized that what he was facing was not a nightmare, but a cruel reality.

This hypocritical middle-aged man is indeed a hunter, and he simply took away Zhenqi's life. However, in her eyes, Zhenqi is not the wolf species he once hunted, but a dog!

All of a sudden, regret, resentment, grief, annoyance... All kinds of complicated emotions came to my heart. Zhenliang ignored the bloody dagger, and rushed towards the middle-aged man recklessly, kicking him and punching him repeatedly. hit him.

"You bastard! You bastard! You bastard! Give me back my Zhenqi! Give me back my Zhenqi!"

If she can predict the future and foresee the strange misfortune, then she would really rather enter the palace and become a concubine than escape from marriage; if she doesn't judge strangers by their appearance and take care of them lightly, then she will be able to discover middle-aged people as soon as possible. The unkindness and murderousness hidden in the man's eyes.

So, it's her fault that Zhen Qi suffered such a miserable situation!

But what's the use of regretting and blaming yourself again?Zhen Qi had already been stabbed severely by a man, but as a hunter who can easily catch wolves, how could he not have stabbed Zhen Qi's vital parts?

The middle-aged man still wanted to make money by selling Zhenliang, so he didn't care about her innocuous attacks at all. After letting her vent for a while, he hit her sleeping point and carried her into the firewood room. It was thrown in like a chicken.

Fortunately, where Zhenliang's body fell was a thick and messy pile of straw, otherwise, relying on the strength of a man, she would definitely be able to throw half of her life away.

With tears all over his face, Zhenliang lay motionless on his side on the straw pile, his whole body seemed to be soaked in grief, and he couldn't wake up in a daze.

But overnight, a woman full of hope for the future became lifeless because of the tragic situation of a dog.

After falling into a coma for five hours, Zhenliang was awakened by hunger.

Standing in a strange firewood room, she couldn't see Zhenqi's figure or hear Zhenqi's voice, but Zhenliang clearly knew that Zhenqi had left her forever and left this world.

I hope that Zhenqi can travel to another world like her, whether he continues to be a dog or a human being, he must be safe and live a long life.

While Zhenliang was in a daze, the door of the firewood room was suddenly opened from the outside.

A middle-aged man came in with a large bowl and closed the door behind him.

There were two multigrain steamed buns in the big bowl, which seemed to be still steaming.

Smelling the aroma of steamed buns, Zhenliang's stomach growled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the growl was not loud, so Zhenliang glared at the middle-aged man bitterly, telling herself that she would rather starve to death than eat his steamed buns.

As if seeing through her thoughts, the middle-aged man leaned over and put the big bowl on the ground in front of Zhenliang, and said in a deep voice, "Girl, as long as a person is alive, there is hope, but if he is starved to death, there is no hope." No more."

Zhenliang snorted softly, and leaned her head not to look at the middle-aged man, what he said was indeed reasonable, but she didn't bother to listen to it, and she wouldn't obey him because of him.

The middle-aged man went to the door and opened it. Before leaving, he said without turning his head, "If you like steamed buns, you can continue to eat steamed buns at night. If you don't like it, I will make you a meal of dog meat buns tonight. How about that?" ?”

Zhenliang wished she could cover her ears so as not to listen to him, but unfortunately, she heard his words and quickly understood his implied threat.

Before the middle-aged man crossed the threshold, Zhenliang immediately grabbed a steamed bun and took a big bite, swallowed it whole and shouted, "Don't worry, I like steamed buns!"

The middle-aged man looked back at her and sneered, "That's good, as long as you are obedient, if you stay with me for a day, I won't treat you badly. When I negotiate the price with the old lady, you should be able to imagine , that day was not as comfortable as it is now."

Zhen Liangshi tastelessly gnawed on the steamed buns, swallowing them mechanically, feeling bitter and bitter in his heart. Is this man telling her to cherish the happy life in the current prison?

Sad, sad, ridiculous, ridiculous!

After eating the two steamed buns, Zhenliang leaned against the pile of straw, and unconsciously fell asleep exhausted again.

When night fell, Maliang was still asleep.

It was past dinner time, but the middle-aged man hadn't brought in the food. Naturally, Zhen Liang, who was sleeping, didn't know anything unusual.

"It's on fire—it's on fire—" Masuzu was finally awakened by the sound of calling out again and again.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhenliang found that there was a steady stream of smoke seeping in from outside the woodshed, as if those flames were close at hand.

The fire obviously came from other places, and it hadn't spread to the firewood room yet, but it was very likely to spread to the firewood room soon.

Zhenliang shuddered all over her body. She couldn't imagine that if she had been in a coma all this time, when the fire came from the outside to the inside, by the time she realized it, she would have been surrounded by the raging fire. After all, almost every item in the woodshed was flammable. .

Although he was exhausted from hunger, Masuzu still got up from the ground excitedly, tugged at the locked firewood door, and shouted: "Help—help—"

There were not many people fighting the fire, they were in twos and threes, and no one heard her cry.

Zhenliang couldn't open the door of the woodshed, so he had to turn around and find a hoe from the woodshed, and shovel the door of the woodshed.

I don't know if she exerted great strength or the shovel was just right. When the door lock fell to the ground with a "snap", the door of the firewood room suddenly cracked a big crack.

Zhenliang kicked open the door in surprise, although she was coughed by the oncoming smoke and her cheeks were blackened, but not an inch of her skin was burned by the fire.

As she was anxious to avoid the approaching flames, Zhenliang tripped over something unknown on the ground and nearly fell because of her blurred vision. .

It wasn't a stool or rock that caught her just now, but a human leg, and along the human leg, it was a body that was burning fiercely.

In the blazing flames, Zhenliang vaguely saw that the burning person was the middle-aged man who locked her in the woodshed, there was no mistake.

Except for the parts below the thighs, the middle-aged man was being ruthlessly devoured by the fire, but he remained motionless without the slightest instinctive reaction.

Zhenliang was so frightened by this scene that he trembled all over. Could it be that the middle-aged man died before being burned by the fire?

How did he die?Someone else killed him?Or did he accidentally die himself?