My seven-year itch with my guard boyfriend

At that time, I felt a sense of tragedy in my heart.

It's over, I'm going to die!

She is full of passion and hard work, and if she sprinkles it, she can still turn Bitao!

Leading the knife into a fast, worthy of the boy's head!

The peony flowers die, and it is also romantic to be a ghost!

A group of girls and servants didn't dare to show their anger, they knelt and remained motionless, and Mrs. Shen also remained silent.

Peony roared: "Go!"

So a bunch of instruments of torture were finally brought up.That big stick is as thick as my calf, and it’s solid and dead. Whether it’s modern or ancient, I’ve always lived like a happy little idiot. I’ve never seen such a horrible thing, and my palms feel cold in an instant. up.

Fuck it, if this stick goes down, shit won't come out for me.

I swallowed and gritted my teeth.

Fight it out, if this makes me get married, I might as well be beaten to death here today.

After the things were brought up, the boys didn't dare to move.I sighed lowly, and stood up by myself... I didn't stand up, I knelt for too long and my legs softened and I sat on the ground, my knees hurt like needles. Only then did the servants come to help me up and put me on the bench to lie down good.

The old man roared again: "Hit!"

In fact, the boy didn't use too much force, he could survive by clenching his teeth, it is estimated that after the beating, it would be bruised and purple, and the skin would be broken a little, and the sound of the beating on the body was muffled, puffing.After beating the old man a few times, the old man couldn't bear it anymore, he kicked the boy away, grabbed the stick in his hand, and cursed: "A bunch of trash! I will die as a slave!" Do it yourself, and swung the stick on me with a bang. body.

Then one stick after another.

I finally couldn't help but screamed.

It wasn't just pain, it was the sharp and explosive tingling pain mixed with the dull pain of cracking bones. Later, when he hit again, I felt the broken bones stabbing my flesh all the time, and I was dizzy. And nausea, the blackness in front of my eyes.

It seems that the internal organs are all twisted together and bumped.

The old man paused for a moment, and asked out of breath, "Do you know what's wrong?"

I slowed down for a while, and said with difficulty: "Although I have died nine times..."

He said angrily: "Bastard!" A stick interrupted my words.

Although nine deaths, especially no regrets.

I could feel the cold sweat trickling down my temples and down my chin, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.

Later, my vision became darker and darker, and finally it was so dark that I couldn't even see the lines on the wooden stool.

I finally didn't even have the energy to scream.Thick smell of blood in the throat.

And the stick is still falling.

I *f*ck.

I can not make it.

I can't take it anymore.

I might really be beaten to death here.What, after being hit to death, the soul passed through the base, and when he came out, he was beaten to death by his own father in the ancestral hall.Doesn't sound heroic at all.

Ok.

I close my eyes.

The ancestral hall, which was originally dead silent and only the sound of sticks, suddenly became noisy. I tried my best to listen with the slightest bit of sanity. It seemed that my mother was crying, "You are really going to kill him..." What was behind me? I didn't hear it clearly, the buzzing in my ears was so loud that it made my head hurt, my cheap dad seemed to have thrown the stick.

I fell flat on my stomach, feeling that I couldn’t suck the air into my lungs no matter what, my eyes were blinded by cold sweat, but I didn’t know why I refused to pass out and rest for a while, closing my eyes to hang my breath, I seemed to be trapped The person moved to another board and was carried away silently like a dead body.

The door of the ancestral hall opened, and a gust of cool night breeze poured in. I was awakened for a moment, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were so quiet. I struggled to open my eyes, and saw a person kneeling there motionless in the night. The outline was so familiar.

I squinted my eyes, blinking the sweat off my eyelashes.

Jianqiu knelt there, his fists clenched like stones, and he looked at me with red eyes.

In the night, he was like a bowed Shura, furious and sad.

I thought, you.

I finally passed out.

The author has something to say:

I am short.

Each chapter is about [-] words in the next day’s update, but yesterday I was tortured by the soul-suppressing plot and my liver hurts, so I didn’t write it.