Grudge Breaker

Chapter 151: Qian Zi Shou Ma (Part )
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Song Weichen secretly thought it was not good and retreated into the house unconsciously.

This damn fat man is not her husband!

She didn't lose her memory again. Wasn't her child's father, the would-be ex-husband who had not yet reconciled and was most likely cheated on by her, not Mo Tingfeng?

She waved her hands to the man frequently to signal him not to come close to her. The man was stunned and his eyes became more interested.

"You can't speak? Let me tell you, the other girls in Fanlou are too noisy, so it's better to be as quiet as the little beauty."
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Fan Lou? Other girls?
There is no memory of this place at all. Looking at the furnishings of the room and the connotation of these words, it couldn’t be Yihongyuan, right?

Song Weichen keenly captured the key information in his words. While stepping back, he pointed around and pointed at himself and shook his head, trying to express that she did not belong here, but the fat man understood that she did not know where she was.

"Didn't Mom tell you? Fanlou is the largest brothel in Kongmei. This is the Jade House on the 24th floor. It has been vacant for a long time. I saw you today. The little beauty really deserves this. Qianzi!"

Gan! It is indeed a brothel!

The good news is that she has not traveled through time or been reborn, she is still herself.

The bad news is that she must have been sold here by that strange woman. If she can't escape, she will no longer be herself soon.
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Although her heart was clearly uninjured, there were waves of pain. Song Weichen was very nervous. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold on and suddenly collapse. She subconsciously held her breath. She must not slump at this moment, otherwise she would be humiliated by the pig in front of her.

"Weak Liu Fufeng, Xi Zi's heart-warming, even more lovable, little beauty, you are so good at it, how do you know that your husband likes this?"

Husband, you are so big, go to Gaolaozhuang and carry your wife on your back! Song Weichen cursed in his heart. Seeing him leaning towards her, he could only walk a few steps to the huge Eight Immortals table in the room, keeping a distance from the fat man.

"You want to welcome but you refuse, you play hard to get, I like it!"

"Little lady, look at it, it's getting dark outside, we have to consummate the marriage as soon as possible!"

He said and rushed towards her. Song Weichen was shocked. He picked up the fruit snacks on the table and threw them at the fat man, hiding while throwing them.

Fatty Fang had encountered this kind of "game" in Fan Lou. He thought it was a boudoir affair, so he didn't really pursue her. He dealt with her half-truth and half-falsely, which inadvertently bought Song Weichen some time.
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Ye Wujiu led a group of grudge breakers from the underground network to cast a net in Kongmeiguang to conduct a blanket directional investigation. In the past three hours, the incidents that occurred in the past three hours were related to transporting people, moving and burying sealed boxes, or carrying large boxes and packages. There are fifty-three things about lodging.

In one of them, someone saw a woman wearing a black gauze curtain and having someone pick up an unconscious woman from a sedan chair and take her into the largest brothel in Kongmei.

This information reached Mo Tingfeng immediately, and his intuition told him that the unconscious woman was Song Weichen!

Mo Tingfeng was at the border of Kongmeng, and Jingcheng was thousands of miles away. It would take an hour to get back as quickly as possible. Regardless of the bleeding wound, he sent a directional message to Zhuang Yuheng and Gu Cangyue, and at the same time directed towards Fan Lou Go quickly.

"He Ran, take people to surround Fan Lou and rescue Weiwei without delay!"

Mo Tingfeng also sent a targeted message to Ding Heran. Although the Resentment Master specializes in causing trouble and illegal affairs among the people should be the responsibility of the local government agencies, he can't take care of it.
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Song Weichen pulled off her head and shook it, tremblingly pointing the sharp end of the hairpin at the fat man in front of her. Although the damage was not high, she couldn't care less.

Just now she threw the copper wine pot on the table at the fat man's head, and after the spout cut a small bloody hole on his forehead, the fat man clearly changed into a different person.

His whole body exuded a chill that was inconsistent with his body shape and image. Song Weichen thought it was his own psychological effect. The fat man in front of him seemed to have a skin tone that was twice darker than before. Or could it be that he was shrouded in shadow? She couldn't tell, she just felt inexplicably scared.

A picture suddenly flashed before Song Weichen's eyes: late at night, in an unknown room, Mo Tingfeng was standing still, completely shrouded in shadow. No, that's not Mo Tingfeng, it's just something that looks like him. What is that?
She couldn't help but close her eyes, feeling a dull pain in the back of her head, as if something was about to come out.

The fat man stood still, not looking at her, his head slightly lowered. After a while, he slowly raised his hand and touched his wound. When he saw the blood on his fingertips, he smiled gloomily.

"You dare to hit me?"

He slowly raised his head, his gaze was like a knife, and suddenly with a very fast movement that was completely inconsistent with his size, he grabbed Song Weichen, picked him up, and threw him roughly onto the bed.
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There was a pain in his back, coupled with the pain in his heart, Song Weichen's vision went dark, and another scene appeared inexplicably - still in that room, the "thing" like Mo Tingfeng threw himself on an empty bed frame, At that time, my back was also very painful.

The fat man threw himself on the bed and began to rip off her meager clothes. While tearing, he kissed her face and neck. The same picture flashed through Song Weichen's mind at the same time, but this time it was in a very cold house. She Almost freezing.

She was still holding the step stick in her hand, and she was dazed, as if she was synchronizing with the action of stabbing the monster with the letter cutter in the picture. She forcefully stabbed the sharp angle of the step stick into the fat man's neck. between!
It's a pity that the root of Bu Yao's hairpin is not sharp enough and cannot penetrate at all, which in turn angers the fat man in front of him even more.

He raised his hand and slapped Song Weichen on the face, bang!
"Bitch, you are really tired of living!"

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Snapped! A man wearing a fang mask slapped himself hard.

Snapped! A bossy maid-looking person slapped herself hard. Speaking of which, that maid seems to be called Magpie.

Song Weichen was so groggy that she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a nightmare. She just felt that the things in front of her and the pictures in her mind kept alternating. Her head hurt...
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Seeing that she no longer struggled and resisted, the fat man hesitated a little. After all, he was in Fan Lou's office, and it would be difficult for his father to deal with it if someone died.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand to explore Song Weichen's breath, and was somewhat relieved when he saw that she still had some breath left.

After a lot of tossing, the fat man broke out in sweat and felt thirsty.

With a quick glance, he happened to catch a glimpse of the wine bottle that Song Weichen had smashed against him just above the carpet. He picked it up angrily and shook it. There was still a small half of the bottle. He didn't even bother to look for a cup. He pulled off the lid and drank directly from the mouth of the pot. got up.

While he was drinking, Song Weichen's consciousness gradually returned, and she thought of the terrace. The terrace had a latch. If she could go in and close the door before him, there would be room for maneuver.

At worst, it's better to jump out than to linger here.

Thinking of this, she struggled to sit up and made a praying gesture to the fat man, and then pointed to the water bottle on the table. The fat man thought she was thirsty too.
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"Are you still making trouble?"

Song Weichen shook his head and smiled sweetly at the fat man as a sign of goodwill.

This smile made the fat man lose most of his anger. He swallowed his saliva and said, "It's a compliment for you. Come and drink."

Song Weichen walked over slowly. The round table was very large. She calmly took the water bottle to the side closer to the terrace, soaked the handkerchief in her hand, and then pointed to the round stool to indicate to the fat man to sit.

The fat man didn't know what was going on, so he sat down anyway. He held the pot in one hand, and dishonestly grabbed Song Weichen's arm with the other, dragging her towards him and lifting his hand.

Song Weichen stopped his movements, pointed to his forehead, blew the wound gently with her mouth, then picked up the handkerchief and came closer - the fat man understood that she did not want to drink water, but to treat her own wound. Hum, this little girl has so many tricks to give you a sweet date with a stick.

So he calmly closed his eyes and let her handle it, and his hands were not honest, lingering on Song Weichen's waist and hips.

Song Weichen has been waiting for this moment! .
While his eyes were closed, she suddenly picked up the water bottle and smashed it hard on the fat man's original wound!
The round stool had no support, and the fat man fell back in pain.

She took the opportunity to run to the terrace. She said she was running, but given her current weakness, it was actually not much faster than walking.

The fat man's head was bleeding profusely, but he was not unconscious. He staggered up on the stool and wiped his face. The blood on his face made it even more horrifying.

He was so angry that he threw the copper wine pot in his hand at Song Weichen, hitting her old problem on the back of the head without any bias - the place where the five-hole trickster had sneak-attacked with a stick in the ghost market. Song Weichen staggered and fell slumped on the carpet. She was still one step away from the terrace, just one step away.
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"As expected of a Qianzifang, he is really capable of doing things. He made such a big fuss on the first day of welcoming guests."

The beauties in the "Dui Zi Fang" were serving Qin Che to drink while listening to the sounds and groans coming from the room where Song Weichen was sitting, and they were not without their sour words.

Qin Che's face remained calm, and he already understood something in his heart. He was secretly glad that he was not the one in that room at the moment.

He pulled the beauty into his arms and said, "While I'm here, you still have the energy to listen to other people's tossing? In terms of movement, who can compare with us?"

"I hate it~" The beauty smiled coquettishly and lightly punched Qin Che's chest before snuggling into his arms.

Suddenly she frowned, "Why do you hear so much noise downstairs?"

At that time, Ding Heran had already led a team of Tianluo's grudge-breakers to surround Fan Tower, and selected twenty capable generals to follow him into the building. The old bustard had never seen such a battle before, and he was dumbfounded on the spot. Knowing that I have touched someone I can't touch, I feel extremely regretful that I shouldn't have been tempted.

Not to mention who this charming woman is, it is just that the distinguished guest in the room at the moment is the nephew of the land owner Qin Huan. She cannot afford to offend anyone inside or outside.

Thinking of this, the old bustard who was leading Ding Heran to the Jade Mansion lost his legs and fell on the stairs. Although he tried hard to hold the railing to remember, he couldn't stand up for a while.
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Song Weichen fell to the ground motionless, and the pain from the back of her head made her unable to stand up for a while.

It hurts. Who attacked me?
She was led to the living ditch behind the fifth cave where the small sampan was hidden, and she was about to escape from the ghost market.

Yes, ghost market! This word suddenly appeared in her memory.

Grandma Huang, Chu Shi, Li Qingshui... A lot of information came out of his mind for no reason, and he was getting confused. His ankle was suddenly pulled by someone, and Song Weichen stepped back uncontrollably, further away from the terrace.

She remembered that in a strange curtain, there was a man wearing a crimson costume and a customer's mask pulling her leg in the same way.

Before she could think about it, the fat man pressed down on her legs viciously. The blood stains on his face made him look extremely scary, as if he was wearing a strange mask.

Yes, mask! !
There were all kinds of fang masks, Kebiao masks, and Nuo opera masks. Almost everyone was wearing a mask, and there were faces with malicious intentions hidden behind them. She was very scared.

But there is only one person, even though he also wears a weird mask, she likes him.

Big Bird Gu Cangyue, how could she forget?

And Bingtuozi Mo Tingfeng, he just confessed to her "I like you", how could she forget?
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"If you dare to hurt me, I will kill you today!"

Hiss! A piece of the gauze skirt on Song Weichen's shoulders was torn off.

In the impression, Mo Tingfeng tore her clothes in the same way in that house in the Hidden Mist Village, which was as cold as an ice cellar. wrong! That's clearly not him, that's... that's... that's...

Chaos! !
Another hiss! Song Weichen's thighs were exposed.

At the same time, Song Weichen's memory was completely revealed.

She remembered everything, everything that had happened before.

Why she stayed in the Dream World, why she became a white-robed venerable, why she was involved in multiple relationships due to the influence of her past life memories, and why she was assassinated and ended up where she is today. She remembered everything. Got it!

But now, even if she thought about it, she might be doomed.

No, she is the dignified white-robed venerable of the Sichen Mansion. Even if she just wants to run away, she will never sit still and wait for death!

Song Weichen's eyes seemed to be filled with sparks of fire.
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The fat man sweats easily. At this moment, the sweat on his forehead was mixed with blood and slipped into his eyes due to the large-scale tearing of Song Weichen's clothes. The fat man had to let go of the restraint on Song Weichen and tighten his sleeves. Keep wiping.

A rare opportunity!

Song Weichen used all his strength, bent his knees and kicked the fat man in the crotch!
The fat man covered his eyes with one hand and his crotch with the other, howling like a killing pig and curling up on the ground.

Song Weichen was about to collapse and couldn't stand up at all. He could only take this opportunity to crawl to the terrace with all his strength. Finally, he touched the door of the terrace and leaned on it to use his strength to stand upright.

At this time, the fat man gradually stopped howling. He stood up slowly, his face was ferocious, his eyes were about to burst, and he had no desire at all.

"I am going to kill you!"

As he spoke, he grabbed her almost crazily!
At the critical moment, Song Weichen pushed open the terrace door and stepped out. Just as he was about to bolt the door from the outside, the fat man arrived and blocked it!
The cold winter night wind at the height of twenty-four stories cut him like a knife, even though the fat man had a thick skin, the wind made him hesitate for a moment. Song Weichen was naked, so you can imagine what such a temperature meant to her.

Song Weichen couldn't control her whole body and trembled. Seeing that there was no hope of bolting the door, she could only push herself to the edge of the terrace and try to keep a distance from the fat man. Beyond the half-person-high railing she was leaning on, there was nearly a hundred meters in the air.

If you fall, you will definitely die.
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The fat man kicked the door open. Due to the air convection, the wind became even stronger.

His face is full of sarcasm, and there are many flatterers who bet that people in the world would cherish their lives and their bones, and would rather be broken into pieces than just a show.

He bet that she was cornered and could no longer pretend, so she could only come over and beg for mercy from him, while he could do whatever he wanted to her.

"You bitch, aren't you quite capable? Jump down if you can!"

"If you don't have the ability, come here and serve your father well!"
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Song Weichen suddenly laughed, because she thought of something and couldn't help laughing. The sound was clear and sweet, and there was no trace of fear or anger at all.

Hearing her voice, the fat man was full of doubts. Isn't she mute? !
"I want to take a gamble." Song Weichen said.

Just now, she suddenly realized that she could speak.

I haven't heard my own voice for a long time, and when I first spoke, I felt a strange surprise.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked. It seemed that the people outside the house were extremely rude and wanted to break in regardless of what was going on inside the house.

Song Weichen felt secretly, this place might be another ghost market.

The fat man heard the sound and looked towards the door unconsciously.

Almost at the same time, Song Weichen leaned towards the outside of the terrace, and his whole body fell due to inertia.

The moment she fell, she spoke three words.

"Mo Tingfeng."