"Stop hitting, please, don't hit." The woman's low begging voice came from a room on the first floor, accompanied by the man's unbridled fists and feet.
The woman's crying and begging for mercy were low-pitched and repressed. Obviously, she didn't want too many people to hear her embarrassment, but her man didn't intend to give her this face. The door was pushed open with a bang, Lao Zheng dragged Jiang Xiaojuan's hair, dragged her all the way out of the house, and threw her on the lawn in the atrium.
In the cold weather, Jiang Xiaojuan only wore a suspender skirt, barely wrapping her exquisite body, revealing a pair of snow-white thighs, struggling to curl up on the muddy ground. It provoked several men living upstairs to stick out their heads excitedly to peek at this violent scene.
Lao Zheng drank the wine, blushed and smelled of alcohol all over his body, he opened his big fan-like hand and fanned down regardless of severity.
Xiaojuan could only hold her head desperately, endure the man's violence, gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound.
No one will reach out to her at this time, she knows the principles of wanting to survive in this world. To get anything, you need to make an exchange.
With money, with the body, and even with their own dignity in exchange for their own needs.
She knew that behind the doors upstairs at the moment, there would be countless pairs of eyes staring at her blue and purple body, the perverted eyes of men and the mocking eyes of women. So she wanted it, and didn't want to cry to show these people.
With a muffled sound, the smoke rose, and a man in black suddenly jumped down from the upstairs. He steadied himself and stood up.
The man's face was covered with a silver mask, and his slender limbs were wrapped in black clothes. He was obviously in a bad mood, his lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his whole body exuded the chill that no one should be near.
Only the drunk Lao Zheng could not understand his murderous aura, or maybe he felt that there would be no one higher than his own level in such a tube tower where middle and low-level saints lived together. So he snorted at the man and said, "What are you doing? Jumped down suddenly and scared Lao Tzu... eh."
Before he could finish his words, the man stretched his arms around his neck, shoved Lao Zheng, who was at the sixth rank, on the ground, and kicked him away with one kick. He raised his long legs and disappeared at the gate of the yard.
Lao Zheng was completely sobered up by this, and he realized with hindsight that the person who left had far surpassed him in both strength and speed. He covered his stomach and lay in the corner, retching for a while, but he didn't dare to say anything, and whispered to Xiaojuan for coming over to help him.
Xiaojuan limped up, helped the man who was over fifty years old to go back to the house, and endured the anger of being beaten by others all the way.
In the past, although this man also beat himself, in Xiaojuan's eyes, he was at least powerful and masculine. Now Jiang Xiaojuan found out that the only thing this man could do was to show off his might in front of a woman who was weaker than her, and she felt nauseated in her heart.
Before entering the house, she looked back at the gate of the courtyard, it was empty, and the black figure had long since disappeared.
It snowed and rained at night, and Lao Zheng, who had beaten her just now, ate the dinner she cooked as a matter of course, and went to bed cursing. Jiang Xiaojuan quietly got up, sat by the windowsill and lit a cigarette for herself. The bright and dim light of the cigarette butt was reflected on the glass of the window, and she stared blankly at the icy rain that flowed down the glass.
Only in such a cold and dark night, sitting in a warm and comfortable room, will she feel that everything is worth it. After all, it was better for her to live in such a house than to freeze to death outside.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaojuan vaguely saw a black figure standing under the shade of a tree in the distance. The man was dressed in black and was soaked all over. The rain hit his dark silver veil and ran down his pale cheeks without him noticing. With his head held high, he stared motionless at a window upstairs.
Xiaojuan recognized the person, and this was the man from Chu Qianxun. And Chu Qianxun's house was on the fourth floor upstairs.
Did they quarrel? Xiaojuan thought to herself. On such a rainy day, this woman, Chu Qianxun, had the heart to drive people out. And why is this man so stupid, even standing in the rain to watch.
She remembered how this man beat up Lao Zheng who bullied her with one punch, and how every morning he saw him in the kitchen concentrating on preparing breakfast for his sweetheart.
If it were me, I would definitely treat him well. Xiaojuan watched for a long time in the dark room, and she pushed open the first line of windows.
But there was a flower in front of her, and the figure under the tree had disappeared.
There was a creaking sound of windows opening and closing upstairs.
The cold winter is coming,
After the first snow, the temperature dropped quickly. The roofs and treetops were covered with a thin layer of frost.
Jiang Xiaojuan and two female companions walked back with their washed clothes.
"Juan, your old Zheng is going too far. He beats you like this every three days." The female companion looked at Xiaojuan's bruised face and said.
"Don't talk about Xiaojuan, that's how it is these days. A capable man doesn't treat you as a human being. If you are incompetent, he can't support you. If you want to live, you have to endure it. ' another female companion answered.
Xiaojuan didn't seem to hear what they were saying, her footsteps stopped slowly, and she looked up at the tube tower in front of her. There was a man sitting on the top of the building covered with frost and snow.
In the twilight's heavy snow, the black figure stared motionlessly into the distance, looking a little lonely and desolate.
"Hey, is that Chu Qianxun's man?"
"Yeah, I heard that he is very powerful, and he even beat him." The female companion glanced at Xiaojuan quietly.
"What is he doing sitting there?"
"Don't you know? This man sits there every evening, waiting for the woman from his family to come back."
Just as he was talking, the figure on the roof suddenly moved, stood up, lightly jumped down from the roof, and greeted the person returning from the front.
"Pei Tian, you came out to pick me up again."
Chu Qianxun, who had returned from the demon hunt, took Ye Peitian's hand and rested his chin on his shoulder tiredly, "Ah, I'm so tired today, and I'm so hungry."
Ye Peitian crouched down in front of her, "I'll carry you."
Chu Qianxun brazenly climbed up, biting his ears from time to time along the way.
"What shall we eat tonight?"
"Taro rice, cuttlefish pigtail soup and braised pork."
Chu Qianxun's saliva flowed out, "But I'm injured. Before I eat, I need to take a special medicine."
Ye Peitian's ears turned red.
The two figures got into the door of the package and disappeared.
"Mole, this dog food is too much."
"That woman's life is too good. I heard that she is sixth-order, and her life will be different."
Amid the jealous chatter of the female partner, Xiaojuan looked at the back of the man who carried Chu Qianxun into the tower, and stood dumbfounded.
early winter season,
The activities of various teams going out to hunt demons have been greatly reduced, and most people have begun to stock up on supplies, preparing to stay in a safe base and wait for the harsh winter to pass.
The newly appointed Spring City Lord Jiang Xiaojie issued the first summoning order since his succession, summoning all major mercenary teams and scattered personnel in the city to participate in the siege of the large defiler's lair that appeared about 20 kilometers outside the city.
This move caused a thousand waves in Spring City and was criticized by many.
For the heads of these mercenary regiments whose ranks generally reach the seventh rank, what they urgently need right now is a demon of their own rank that can effectively improve the strength of themselves and their team members.
The defiler's lair outside the city has a large number of monsters, but the ranks are correspondingly low. The lair environment is still intricate, and the battle will be very dangerous, but the gains are disproportionate, and it will only make them lose more than their gains.
The former city lord Huan Shengjie led them to participate in lucrative battles such as encircling and suppressing the ninth-order insomniacs and arresting the demon Ye Peitian. Except for the family members of those who were trapped in the devil's lair, most of the people raised strong objections to Jiang Xiaojie's summoning order.
"Whoever likes to go will go, anyway, Lao Tzu's team won't go."
"City Lord Jiang is still too young, so he is not as thoughtful as the old city owner."
Even the team members within Blizzard discouraged, "City Lord, that lair has not existed for a day or two, Huan Shengjie doesn't care, why do we need to do such a thankless thing?"
But they may have forgotten that Jiang Xiaojie was originally a rude and unreasonable person with a very short temper.
Sure enough, the next day he boarded the podium of the City Lord's Mansion and delivered a short and arbitrary speech.
"I, Jiang Xiaojie, don't know anything, the only thing I know is to protect the short. In the past, the Blizzard mercenary group was mine, so everyone in the group was covered by me. Now this Spring City is mine, so everyone in the city is also I am in charge."
"You probably forgot about the defiler's lair where the Queen exists. How fast will the number grow? Some of you may have not been around there for a long time." He drew three fingers, "Three days ago, my Blizzard's The elite team went in to explore the way, and they almost got stuck inside and couldn't get out!"
"If we don't destroy this lair this winter, it will soon become something we can't resist. The defilers make a living by breeding humans, and our entire Spring City will be their breeding ground. Spring City is the second Rongcheng. , do you also want to be like those soft eggs in Rongcheng, screen out your companions and tie them up every month, and sacrifice them to the monsters with your own hands?"
The Rongcheng base is far away, but no one knows what happened there. There is a large defiler's lair, the North Cave, around the base. The monsters in the northern cave destroyed all the human bases in that area, leaving Rongcheng alone, and asked the residents inside to offer several living people as sacrifices every month. The residents of Rongcheng, who were powerless to resist, compromised and continued this despised bad habit to this day.
Hearing this, most people's hearts were shaken.
"I know what your corps commanders are thinking about. Some people think that this battle is low-level and troublesome, and it's not good for you. You must think clearly, if you don't want such a large number of low-level demons, your corps does not want it. There are other regiments who want it."
"Anyway, I'll put my words here. Early in the morning three days later, we will gather at the gate of the city. The regiments who don't want to come can pack up their things tonight and take your troops and get out of our Spring City."