The wound became more and more painful under the cold wind.
Because of hunger, the stomach growled and growled.
Xiao Qingluo thought, maybe tonight, she will go to find her mother.
Just as he was thinking, Xiao Qingluo suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, as if something had rolled in.
Xiao Qingluo was startled.
"No, don't hit me, don't..."
She thought it was Ye Qingqian and the others who came looking for her again.
Xiao Qingluo curled up, trembling all over.
However, for a long while, the room was silent, and no one responded.
As the cold wind howled, Xiao Qingluo heard a breathing sound in the house that was obviously... inconsistent with her own breathing.
That voice became heavier and heavier.
Xiao Qingluo clutched the smelly quilt tightly in fear.
Xiao Ziling went to find something to eat for her.
She was the only one in the entire abandoned courtyard.
Who could it be that came to her abandoned courtyard
After a moment of silence, Xiao Qingluo didn't hear any footsteps.
Only the sound of heavy breathing, rising and falling.
"Who, is... who is..." She said cautiously, her voice trembling.
No one answered her.
And the heavy breathing gradually became lighter.
Xiaoqing tightened the quilt, but still endured the wound on her body, and followed the direction of the voice.
There was no candlelight in her abandoned courtyard.
At night, the whole room is pitch black.
Xiao Qingluo has long been used to such an environment.
So just take a quick look.
Then he saw a group of indistinct black shadows under the window.
Judging from the outline of the shadow, it should be a person...
Why would someone appear in her yard
Xiao Qingluo was full of fear and doubt, but no matter how scared a ten-year-old child was, he couldn't resist his curiosity.
Moreover, a person appeared in her room.
Nor could she remain indifferent.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Qingluo slipped off the bed wrapped in a quilt.
The wounds all over his body were rubbed by the rough quilt, and the pain became more and more painful.
In the air, there was a smell of blood.
Extremely full-bodied.
Xiao Qingluo had this smell of blood on her body, but she could still feel a stronger smell of blood permeating her room.
Enduring the pain, she walked towards the shadow.
He had just arrived at the window, when he wanted to ask who the shadow was.
Suddenly a piercing cold light flashed from the bottom of his eyes.
Her small body was pulled and fell into a thin embrace.
A long sword was placed around her neck.
Xiao Qingluo had never seen such a battle before.
On weekdays, when her sister and servants bullied her, they never used weapons like knives or swords.
Xiao Qingluo froze, not daring to move.
"Child?" The hoarse voice rang in his ears, with a hint of coldness.
He spoke with extremely heavy panting.
Xiao Qingluo smelled the bloody smell from his body.
"You're injured." Xiao Qingluo twitched her nose, "It's more serious than my injury."
The sword attached to her neck loosened.
Xiao Qingluo pursed her lips and said in a soft voice, "Did you also get bullied by your brothers and sisters, so you hid in my yard? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The black shadow was silent for a while.
Suddenly put down the long sword.
"Don't move, the smell of blood on your body is very strong, if you let me get up, I will bleed more and more blood if I press you." Xiao Qingluo only felt that this person who was worse than herself was more miserable than herself. I am still poor.
Even when she was a little girl, she felt a desire to protect.
I want to protect this person who is worse than myself.