Meng Zisu screamed in fright, "Ke Yanhuai, you beast, you dare to touch me! I won't let you go!"
"Go away! Go away! Don't touch me, don't touch me!!"
But the more Meng Zisu yelled, the more excited Ke Yanhuai became. He reached out and grabbed Meng Zisu's collar and pulled it hard.
Hearing the sound of "tearing", Meng Zisu's outer shirt was torn, revealing her pink and purple apron and crystal-clear jade skin.
Ke Yanhuai's eyes were red, panting heavily, looking at the girl's crystal-clear and delicate suet-like skin, he wished he could bite directly and devour her.
Meng Zisu was full of despair, resentment, and madness, and suddenly a green porcelain bottle appeared in her hand.
This porcelain bottle contained the highly poisonous [Bie Chang San] that Xi Yue had just taught them to refine. As long as it gets a little bit on it, the spiritual power will be corroded, and the final death is extremely miserable.
She has no antidote on her body now, if she breaks the porcelain bottle, she will die with Ke Yanhuai.
However, Meng Zisu's tearful eyes were full of determination.
Even if she was afraid of death, she would not let Ke Yanhuai, a beast, succeed.
Just as Meng Zisu was about to crush the porcelain vase, a shrill scream came from above.
Immediately afterwards, Ke Yanhuai, who was pressing down on her and wanted to tear her clothes, was thrown out directly.
A pair of trembling hands grabbed her clothes, wrapped her gently, and hugged her up.
Meng Zisu touched the strange man's breath, and instinctively wanted to scream and struggle.
The porcelain bottle containing Duanchang powder in his hand fell, making a crisp bang, and a highly poisonous mist filled the air.
With sharp eyesight, Song Zhen quickly pulled Meng Zisu into his arms, and a sudden surge of spiritual power swept away the poisonous mist.
However, no matter how fast the speed was, both Song Zhen and Ke Yanhuai also sucked in some.
Song Zhen's cultivation was superb, so this bit of poisonous mist was nothing to him, but Ke Yanhuai let out a scream, fell to the ground with a livid face, and his body twitched and trembled non-stop.
"Don't touch me, get out, don't touch me!!"
Meng Zisu kept crying and struggling, and her fingernails drew blood on Song Zhen's face, but Song Zhen didn't notice it, hugged her tightly, and comforted her softly, "Zisu, be good, it's okay, it's okay already gone."
"Zisu, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you, you trust me... I will be responsible for you, I won't abandon you, never..."
Meng Zisu slowly stopped crying, as if a voice she had heard a long time ago echoed in her ears.
"Don't be afraid... Hey, don't move... It will be fine in a while, eh! 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 I let you leave me..."
It was that low-pitched and hoarse boy who made her feel the tenderness and sorrow of being cared for in her despair.
It was a man who met by chance and took advantage of her, but she felt inexplicably trustworthy and dependable.
After that day three years ago, Meng Zisu's life has undergone earth-shaking changes. All her relatives are far away from her, and her lover has abandoned her like a shoe. She has become alone, abandoned, reviled, and forgotten. .
But today, she experienced the feeling of being cared for and being pitied again, as if she was still the treasure that was held in the palm of her hand, not the trash abandoned by the world.