Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Chapter 105 Dying in the Silent Night

Weng Danian wanted to give Xiaoling a slap in the face to tell her to get out of the way.

But then I thought about it and realized that the price would be lower if the image was broken.

So he endured his anger, lifted Xiaoling up and threw it aside, muttering unhappily.

"If I weren't afraid that you wouldn't be able to sell for a good price, I would have taught you a lesson!"

"Go away, if you dare to mess around again, be careful, I will be really rude to you!"

Xiaoling was small and light, and Weng Danian's hand was not heavy, so she was thrown far away at once.

He landed on his butt, causing his tailbone to tingle.

Xiaoling didn't have time to rub it, so she quickly turned around, trying to stop Weng Danian from approaching.

But no matter how many times she pounced on him, she would always be pushed away.

Xiaoling was a little exhausted, panting and lying on the ground, looking at Yaoniang struggling in pain with her eyes that she barely opened.

"Auntie."

The heavy breathing and humid air somewhat blurred Xiaoling's vision.

She saw Yao Niang and Weng Danian fighting together. She knew that her strength was no match for the other party, so she used her clever strength.

Use your own nails to attack more vulnerable parts of the human body, such as the eyes and throat.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, these are like a kitten scratching its paws, vulnerable.

The alcohol in Weng Danian's body continued to dissipate, stimulating his already fragile nerves, and the violence factor became more and more surging.

The continuous violence gave him a feeling of pleasure that he could not feel outside, and the fragile Yao Niang became a toy in his hands.

It's like dough, I can't resist when I knead it and press it.

Yao Niang's endless scratching also completely irritated him.

I saw Weng Danian grabbing the waving hand, staring sharply at the long nails, and muttering something in his mouth.

"I asked you to scratch! I asked you to scratch!"

The next second, Yao Niang burst out with a sharp scream.

"what--"

Another scream pierced Xiaoling's heart like a sharp knife.

It hurts so much that I can't speak.

"Go against me and seek death!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Weng Danian laughed maniacally and threw Yao Niang aside, who was unable to resist.

"Mother - mother -"

Xiaoling had already burst into tears, and her body was shaking violently because of fear and could not even stand upright.

Hearing Xiaoling's call, Yao Niang struggled to open her eyes.

"It's really noisy!"

Weng Danian picked his ears impatiently, his face full of impatience.

Then, he pressed closer and closer towards Xiaoling.

"I'll take this girl away!"

After saying that, he wanted to reach out and pull Xiaoling up.

Seeing this scene, Yao Niang's body suddenly burst out with strength, just like a dying person suddenly regaining consciousness.

Bloody hands tightly wrapped around Weng Danian's thick waist, restraining his progress.

"Xiao Ling!"

"run--"

"Run!"

Weng Danian lowered his eyes to look at the bloody hand on his waist and clicked his tongue impatiently.

"You damn bitch is still haunted, aren't you?"

"I won't kill you today, right?"

Weng Danian grabbed Yao Niang's slender wrist and snapped it, and the crisp sound of bone cracking resounded in Xiaoling's ears.The bones were broken, and the hand could no longer use its strength. Yao Niang's right hand dropped weakly.

Then there was another bone crack on the other side.

These hands are the hands that gently brush the top of Xiaoling's hair, the hands that cook dishes, and the hands that sew carefully.
Weng Danian raised his foot and stepped hard on Yao Niang's broken wrist.

After this kick, there was no possibility of repairing this hand.

Yao Niang was determined to die today and planned to fight Weng Danian to the death.

"Xiao Ling, don't worry about grandma, run away!"

"Can you find someone to help?"

"Aniang knows that Xiaoling is the fastest runner, so she can definitely find someone to help her, right?"

Xiaoling knew that she was the only one who could save A Niang now.

She had to hurry up and get reinforcements.

"Still want to find someone to help?"

"Don't even think about leaving today!"

Weng Danian noticed Xiaoling's intention to escape and immediately turned around to catch up.

Yao Niang dragged her broken body and ran into it without hesitation.

A full blow made Weng Danian stumble uncontrollably.

It was this moment that gave Xiaoling an extremely valuable opportunity.

Like a loach, it got out from under Weng Danian's hand.

Xiaoling didn't dare to look back, for fear that she would see Weng Danian's terrifying face.

She ran hard, her chest vibrating, her heart beating wildly, and she ran as fast as she could in her life.

The swift wind made her lips and teeth dry, and even her swallowing smelled like blood.

It was obviously a short journey, but it seemed like she had been running for a long time.

The road under my feet became inexplicably soft, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, as if they were surging in the waves and unable to settle down.

Xiaoling ran forward for a short distance and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Come on people!"

"Someone killed someone! Someone come and save us!"

"Is there any kind person who can save my mother--"

Xiaoling's voice is like a sharp arrow piercing the night sky, waking up people in their sleep.

Dots of lights lit up from nearby windows.

One o'clock, two o'clock, more and more o'clock, one after another people wearing clothes came out to check the situation.

"Great"

Xiaoling's eyes suddenly turned black, and she fell to the ground with some exhaustion.

"Isn't this Xiaoling? Why are you here?"

"I think I heard someone shouting just now, saying there was a murder somewhere."

"Isn't it Xiaoling's shameless father who is back?"

"Oh, it's true that the guarantees are incomplete. Come and have a look!"

Everyone was talking in a hurry, Xiaoling could no longer hear clearly, and there was a buzzing in her ears.

Before his consciousness disappeared, he only felt that he was back in a warm embrace.

It’s so comfortable. Is it grandma?

Cheng Yingmei hugged Xiaoling distressedly, and was about to take Xiaoling back to settle down, and then go over to help immediately.

Before everyone took a few steps forward, they saw fire rising into the sky in the distance.

In general courtyards, there are a lot of dry firewood and straw used for burning fires. Once they are stained with sparks, the consequences will be disastrous.

"The water is gone! The water is gone!"

"Quick, quick, go back and get the bucket to help!"

Cheng Yingmei held Xiaoling in her arms and froze on the spot. In the raging firelight, she seemed to see Yao Niang's voice and smile.
(End of this chapter)