Chapter 2050

Meng zisu screamed in horror, "Ko Yanhuai, you beast, you dare to touch me! I won't let you go! "

"Go away! get the hell out of here! Don't touch me, don't touch me --! "

But the more Meng zisu called, the more excited Ke Yanhuai was. He reached out and grabbed Meng zisu's collar.

Only listening to the sound of "tear and pull", mengzisu's outer shirt was torn, revealing the inside pink purple belly pocket and crystal skin.

Keyanhuai's eyes were red. He gasped and looked at the girl's crystal and delicate skin like lanolin jade. He wished he could bite her directly and swallow her.

Meng zisu is full of despair, resentment and madness. Suddenly, a green porcelain vase appears in his hand.

This porcelain vase contains the poison [heartbroken powder] Xi Yue just taught them to refine. If they touch it a little bit, the spiritual power will be corroded, and the final death will be extremely miserable.

She has no antidote now. If she breaks the porcelain bottle, she will die with Ke Yanhuai.

However, Meng zisu's eyes full of tears are determined.

That afraid of death, she won't let this beast succeed.

When mengzisu was about to crush the porcelain bottle, suddenly a shrill scream came from above.

Then, Ke Yanhuai, who was trying to tear her clothes, was directly thrown out.

A pair of shaking hands grabbed the clothes, wrapped her gently, and picked her up.

Mengzisu touched a strange man's breath and instinctively wanted to scream and struggle.

The porcelain bottle with broken intestines in its hands fell, making a loud and crisp sound, and the poisonous fog spread.

Song Zhen quickly took Meng zisu into his arms, and his magic power suddenly rolled up. He soon cleaned up the poisonous fog.

However, no matter how fast, Song Zhen and Ke Yanhuai also absorbed some.

Song Zhen's accomplishments were superb, so this poisonous fog was nothing to him, but Ke Yanhuai let out a scream, fell to the ground with his face blue and purple, and his body kept twitching and shaking.

"Don't touch me, go away, don't touch me -!"

Meng zisu kept crying and struggling, and his fingernails scratched blood on Song Zhen's face, but Song Zhen had no idea. He held her tightly and soothed her softly. "Zisu, darling, it's OK. It's OK."

"Zisu, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you. You believe me I will be responsible for you, I will not leave you, never... "

Mengzisu slowly stopped crying. Her ears seemed to echo the sounds she had heard for a long time.

"Don't be afraid Hey, don't move It'll be ready in a moment, huh! Sorry I can't help it... "

"I don't know who you are But I will be responsible for you I will not leave you or let you leave me... "

It's the low, light and dumb boy who makes her rise in the care of tenderness and bitterness in despair.

Obviously, it's a man who meets by chance and takes advantage of her, but it makes her feel that she can be trusted and relied on inexplicably.

After that day three years ago, Meng zisu's life changed dramatically. All her family members left her, and her lover left her as if she were my shoes. She became alone, abandoned, reviled and forgotten.

Today, however, she feels the feeling of being cared for and pitied, as if she is still the treasure held in the palm of her hand, rather than the garbage abandoned by the world.