Meng Zisu was so scared that she screamed, "Ke Yanhuai, you beast, you dare to touch me! I won't let you go!"
"Get away! Get away! Don't touch me, don't touch me!!"
But the more Meng Zisu screamed, the more excited Ke Yanhuai became. He reached out and grabbed Meng Zisu's collar and pulled it hard.
With a "ripping" sound, Meng Zisu's outer shirt was torn, revealing the pink and purple bellyband and crystal-like skin underneath.
Ke Yanhuai's eyes turned red. He gasped and looked at the girl's skin, which was as crystal clear and delicate as mutton-fat jade. He wished he could bite her directly and swallow her into his stomach.
Meng Zisu's heart was filled with despair, resentment, and madness, and suddenly a green porcelain bottle appeared in her hand.
The porcelain bottle contained the extremely poisonous Heartbreak Powder that Xi Yue had just taught them to refine. If one was exposed to even a little bit of it, their spiritual energy would be corroded, and they would die miserably.
She didn't have the antidote on her now, and if she broke the porcelain bottle, she would die together with Ke Yanhuai.
However, Meng Zisu's tearful eyes were full of determination.
Even if she was afraid of death, she would not let the beast Ke Yanhuai succeed.
Just when Meng Zisu was about to crush the porcelain bottle, a shrill scream suddenly came from above.
Immediately afterwards, Ke Yanhuai, who was pressing her down and trying to tear off her clothes, was thrown out.
A pair of trembling hands grabbed the clothes, gently wrapped her up, and picked her up.
When Meng Zisu felt the strange masculine scent, she instinctively wanted to scream and struggle.
The porcelain bottle containing the Heartbreak Powder in his hand fell with a crisp bang, and a poisonous mist spread.
Song Zhen was quick to pull Meng Zisu into his arms, and suddenly the spiritual power in his hands rolled up, quickly clearing away the poisonous fog.
However, no matter how fast the speed was, Song Zhen and Ke Yanhuai also absorbed some of it.
Song Zhen had a high level of cultivation, so this bit of poisonous fog was nothing to him, but Ke Yanhuai let out a scream, fell to the ground with a purple face, and his body kept twitching and shaking.
"Don't touch me, get away, don't touch me!!"
Meng Zisu kept crying and struggling, her nails scratching Song Zhen's face, but Song Zhen was unaware of it. He hugged her tightly and comforted her softly, "Zisu, be good, it's okay, it's okay now."
"Zi Su, as long as I am here, I will not let anyone hurt you. Believe me... I will be responsible for you, I will not abandon you, never..."
Meng Zisu slowly stopped crying, and the voice she had heard long ago seemed to echo in her ears.
"Don't be afraid... Hey, don't move... It will be fine in a moment, um! I'm sorry... I can't help it..."
"I don't know who you are... But I will be responsible for you... I will not abandon you, nor will you leave me..."
It was that boy with a low and hoarse voice who made her slowly feel the tenderness and sadness of being cared for amidst her despair.
Although they were just casual acquaintances and the man took advantage of her, she inexplicably felt that he was trustworthy and reliable.
After that day three years ago, Meng Zisu's life changed drastically. All her relatives left her, and her lover abandoned her. She became alone, abandoned, reviled, and forgotten.
But today, she felt the feeling of being cared for and cherished again, as if she was still the treasure held in the palm of the hand, instead of the garbage abandoned by the world. (To be continued)