Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 167 Careful work (1)

My head was throbbing and painful, as if someone had hit me hard with a sap.

Her chin seemed to be clamped, and the pain was felt later. She struggled uncomfortably, but was pinched and controlled, unable to move an inch.

"What? Have you forgotten how ugly you begged me to spare your life? What are you doing now?"

Ruan Ruan half fell to the ground, and the hand on her chin barely supported her body to some extent. There was still a buzzing in her ears, which she could not hear clearly.

The slightly upward eyes were empty, and the dark pupils were unfocused.

"Why bother if you want to die? I can help you now."

The cold white palm with clear joints caught her throat, tightening the force without restraint, and the long knuckles sank into her flesh without mercy, and veins popped out on the back of the hand.

Before Ruan Ruan could realize what was happening, the suffocating feeling in her throat made her instinctively want to pull his hand away for survival, but she could only hold it on weakly, and her soft white and slender fingers seemed to be about to slip off in the next second. .

Her face was red, with a hint of purple, her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her lips subconsciously opened, trying to get as much air as possible.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and hit the backs of their folded hands. The hot and wet flow wet his hands without touching them at all.

"elder brother."

A female voice suddenly came, and she had no extra thoughts to think about. She only knew that the big hand on her throat was finally released, and fresh air poured in.

She collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. There was a purple palm mark on her neck. It was red and swollen and looked very ferocious. When she fell to the ground, her elbow scraped against the hard floor, and the blood that oozed out was marked on her white undershirt. .

She covered her neck, coughed uncontrollably, and looked up at them.

"Brother, I know you are angry, but have you forgotten your plan?" Jiang Yin gently touched his arm, her voice lowered, as if she was afraid that he would be angry, "Besides, I told you not to be angry with me. I feel so angry that she is worthy of death..."

The girl who spoke looked down at her, wearing a small pink dress, with a proud posture, and the coquettishness in her tone, which is the confidence that only a pampered person can have.

High above.

Gu Sinian pursed his thin lips slightly, looking at her with a smile but not a smile, and then moved his eyes to her hand on his sleeve.

Jiang Yin subconsciously retracted her hand, feeling a little disappointed. Her brother didn't like people to touch him, and even her was no exception.

Gu Sinian knelt down in front of Ruan Ruan, looking at her current embarrassed appearance, a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

"I'll spare you this time. I'll train you myself tomorrow. Don't let me down."

The smile on his lips was cold.

The wooden door was closed, and the room became a little dim. Gu Sinian and Jiang Yin walked out one after another, and she was the only one left in the slightly dilapidated room.

Ruan Ruan was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up for a while. His forehead was wrapped with a circle of white gauze, which oozed blood slightly. His face was as pale as paper, with a sickly red color still remaining from the abuse just now.

The white blouse she wore was empty, and her thin body hidden inside seemed like it would fall over if the wind blew. The arm bones exposed under the sleeves were obvious, as if they were about to break if pinched.

She trembled with fear and coughed uncontrollably, but she suppressed it, tears rolled down her eyes, and she did not dare to make a sound.

Occasionally a whimper escaped, the tone was severely changed, and the pain in the vocal cords was torn.

(End of this chapter)