Satisfied, she looked at Feng Qingge's collapsed appearance on the ground. However, she did not stop there, but continued: "In order to avoid any more trouble, I should have killed you immediately and destroyed your body so that no one could find you. However, hehe..."
Hearing that sinister smile, Feng Qingge's heart trembled, and then she heard her devilish voice again.
"Do you know why I let your beautiful face be destroyed but not your snow-white skin?" She squatted down and looked at her face to face: "That's because I want to sell you to the most despicable place, the kind of place for men to play with. I believe that even if your face is destroyed and you look like a ghost, there will definitely be many people who like your icy skin. What do you think?"
"Don't look at me like that. Your face is ruined. Even if you say you are the eldest daughter of the Duke of Huguo's mansion, no one will believe you. People will just say you are a lunatic. As for running away? Oh, your strength as a second-level warrior is really not enough." As she spoke, she stuffed a pill into her mouth, chuckled and stood up, flicked her skirt and said, "Seven days, after seven days, even if you are not killed, you will die of the poison."
Feng Qingge gritted her teeth and screamed, "Su Ruoyun, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
"Oh, you can't beat me as a human, and you're even less of a match for me as a ghost." She sneered and ordered, "Take the man away and sell him off without leaving any clues. It's best to kill the person who takes over."
"Yes!" The two sturdy men responded respectfully, chopped down with their palms, carried the dying Feng Qingge on their shoulders, and disappeared into the forest with a few leaps.
A middle-aged man in black who had been standing behind Su Ruoyun stepped forward and said, "Miss, it's getting late. Do you want to go back home first?"
"Well, it's time to go back." She smiled gently, looked at the sky and said softly: "From this moment on, I am Feng Qingge, and Feng Qingge is me."
Two nights later, in Dalang Town, Tianxiang Tower
When she smelled a fragrance, the unconscious Feng Qingge slowly opened her eyes. Before her brain could react, she heard strange sounds and felt her arms being touched by a pair of hands. She screamed in fright and rolled off the bed.
"Hey, you're awake? It's just right that you're awake. I don't like dead fish when I do things. I like vigorous and vigorous ones. That's what's interesting." A wretched man in his thirties stared at Feng Qingge, who had fallen to the ground and huddled aside, with his eyes full of excitement. "I didn't expect that I would get such a good thing tonight. Although her face is disfigured, her skin is as good as some young ladies from aristocratic families."
Feng Qingge shrank back, with panic in her eyes: "You, don't come over here, don't come over here!" She stood up suddenly and ran towards the door, but was hugged by the man after she took two steps.
"Want to run? Hehe, now that you've entered this room, do you think you can escape? Come on! Let me take a good look at your snow-white skin." The man laughed excitedly, and with a tear of his hand, he tore the sleeves of her thin clothes. A snow-white arm immediately caught the man's eyes, causing a hot light of excitement to appear in his eyes.