Nongmen Space: The wife of the chief assistant is busy raising a baby

Chapter 152 Kidnapped

"Okay." Gu Yuanniang agreed, not forgetting to comfort Xu Miaomiao: "Don't worry too much, maybe you are with Wang Huan."

Xu Miaomiao remained silent, but looking at Yu Huaijin at the side, his dark eyes showed no emotion, but his clenched hands clearly showed his worries.

The sky had just dawned, and the flat land in the courtyard showed that no one came back last night.

Xu Miaomiao thumped in her heart, and Gu Yuanniang was also busy going out to search.

"Liu Niang, what happened?" Xu Miaomiao asked anxiously.

Her chest rose and fell, Gu Yuanniang heard the news and immediately said: "Last night there were bandits, not only the shops on the street are not allowed to open, but also the roads are closed, and now they are investigating one by one. "

"Did you visit Wang Huan's family?" Xu Miaomiao asked quickly.

"I've been there." Gu Yuanniang took a deep breath before she spoke: "Her family didn't go out last night, nor did they see Weiwei."

Xu Miaomiao anxiously paced back and forth in the courtyard, and the thing she was most worried about really happened.

"Mother, has Auntie been taken away?"

Er Bao looked at Xu Miaomiao with tears in his eyes and said.

Xu Miaomiao hugged Erbao tightly in her arms and comforted her: "Don't worry, Auntie will definitely come back safely."

"Miao Miao, what should I do now."

Gu Yuanniang also spoke anxiously.

Before Xu Miaomiao could answer, a figure flashed past in front of him, and Yu Huaijin rushed out like crazy.

"Yu Xianggong, wait for me."

Lian'er wanted to chase her out, but was stopped by Xu Miaomiao.

There was no anger in the tone: "Miss Lian'er, there are bandits outside, so don't go out, lest you run into danger."

Lian'er walked back and forth with a handkerchief in her hand, but she could only swallow her grievances into her mouth.

Xu Miaomiao looked at Er Bao who was asleep in her arms and put her on the bed.

The matter of bandits is not a trivial matter, let alone the county where the two countries meet, the capital will definitely send people.

Thinking of this, Xu Miaomiao immediately picked up a pen and paper and planned to write a letter to Song Wu Shaoxiu so that she could prepare in advance.

It was a scorching sun outside, and the people on the street seemed to be avoiding the sun here and there, except for one place that looked abnormally dark.

The pain in the neck has not disappeared, Song Weiwei opened her eyes, touched her neck, and found that she was in a small dark room.

The house was airtight, with no windows except for a door, and the pitch-black environment made it impossible for her to tell whether it was day or night.

In the lonely air, there was a sudden burst of crying.

Song Weiwei was startled and quickly asked, "Who is it? Who is there?"

Her answer was bursts of crying.

Song Weiwei groped along the sound, and the three girls curled up together and sobbed softly.

"Are you also kidnapped?" Song Weiwei asked.

"Yes." A trembling voice sounded in the air: "You came here last night, right?"

One of the women said: "We have been here for several days. There were seven or eight girls who came here, but they went out and never came back. I'm afraid it will be our turn soon."

Song Weiwei was a little scared and knelt down to get together with a few girls, and couldn't help crying, wondering if she was really going to die here at such a young age?
In the dark hut came the sound of a woman weeping intermittently, and Yu Huaijin in the grass frowned as she watched the people wandering back and forth.

He came out to look for Song Weiwei, walked here along the horse's hoof, saw the densely packed crowd at the door, and suddenly encountered a difficulty.

"Bangdang-"

The door was suddenly opened, and three stout men suddenly appeared at the door, holding machetes in their hands.

"Brother, which one will you choose for the head of the family tonight?" The man on the side spoke first.

The man in the middle stepped forward first, took a look among the crowd, and lifted the woman's cheek with a machete.

The woman who was watched was trembling and a little scared.

"It's just you, you look good." The man said in a light tone.

The man on the side also said in response: "This little lady looks really good, just wait for the master to finish playing and give it to us."

"Hahahahaha, you kid." The man in the middle responded in response.

Several people were talking and laughing, but they didn't notice the change in the eyes of the woman on the ground.

"Even if I die, I won't let you do what you want."

The woman took a step forward, bumped into it and saw that scarlet blood flowed from her neck, which made people frightened.

Song Weiwei looked at the woman who fell on the ground, her eyes were still open, and she seemed to be dying.

The man kicked the woman's body in disgust and said, "Unlucky."

After finishing speaking, he wiped the knife in his hand: "Dirty Lao Tzu's knife, drag her body out and give it to the brothers."

The eyes of the two men next to him glowed, and they immediately pulled the woman on the ground out.

The person dedicated to the head of the family tonight died, so naturally another one had to be chosen.

Song Weiwei looked at the open door, her heart pounding.

Seeing the man distracted, he immediately ran out towards the door frame.

Perhaps because he wasn't fast enough, he was grabbed by the hair by the man behind him.

The man didn't have the slightest intention of sympathizing with the fragrance and cherishing the jade, he pulled Song Weiwei's beautiful hair and fell to the ground fiercely: "Stinky bitch, do you still want to run away?"

The machete that had just been stained with the woman's blood rested on Song Weiwei's shoulder: "You run away again."

The smell of blood so close at hand made Song Weiwei's nose queasy, and the fear rose in her heart, trembling.

The mist in his eyes could be seen at a glance, the man stopped the hand holding the knife, put away the machete, and squatted down to look at Song Weiwei.

Rough fingers brushed back and forth on Song Weiwei's fair cheeks: "Unexpectedly, there is a little beauty here."

Song Weiwei turned her head to the side angrily, and said disgustedly: "Don't touch me!"

"Yo, she's still a strong girl, I like it." The man said self-consciously, and took Song Weiwei out: "If you want to come to our house, you must like it too, so it's you tonight."

"You let me go!"

Song Weiwei was dissatisfied and struggled to escape, but she couldn't hold back the man's strength, so she could only be pushed forward.

He was quickly taken to a room with a tiger leather chair on it. The man was lying lazily on it, but the huge chair could barely hold his fat body.

"Master, how about this little lady brought to your room tonight?"

"Oh?"

The man became interested, and lazily raised his head to look at Song Weiwei, the greed in his eyes was almost overflowing: "Not bad, not bad, it's rare to see such a good-looking woman after playing with so many women, she's the only one."

(End of this chapter)