The Heaven-defying Mad Concubine is coming

Chapter 2 It hurts, it hurts
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It hurts, it hurts, the whole body hurts like needles, and I can hardly breathe.

"Meng Ruoli, you trash, go to hell, go to hell."

In a daze, she only felt that someone was whipping her with a whip. She opened her heavy eyelids, and a vague figure came into her eyes, and the things in front of her eyes gradually became clear.

The girl was quite beautiful, about thirteen or fourteen years old, but unfortunately her whole face was distorted, the face that should have been pure was twisted so hard at this moment, she took a long whip in her hand and beat Meng Ruoli mercilessly. body.

"No, miss, I beg you to stop beating me. The second miss will be beaten to death by you." Another girl was kneeling on the ground under the pressure of two girls. The arm where the sleeve was torn off was full of bruises from being pinched.

"Bitch girl, shut up, what kind of lady is she, she's just a waste who stays in our Ye family with a stern face." The whip-wielding girl cursed, and whipped Meng Ruoli harder.

Meng Ruoli wanted to resist, but found that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. She glanced at the few women present, remembered all of them, and silently closed her eyes to bear the pain. everything.

It has been 18 years, and this is the first time in 18 years that someone dared to treat her like this. She has written down this account, and in the future, Meng Ruoli will definitely let these people pay with blood.

"I'm exhausted." The woman withdrew her whip, shook her hands, and cast a disgusted glance at Meng Ruoli who was motionless on the ground, "Let's go." She took the two maids and left without hesitation.

"Second Miss... woo...Second Miss..." The bun-faced girl hurriedly crawled to Meng Ruoli's side, and she shook Meng Ruoli vigorously.

Meng Ruoli slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bun-faced girl in front of her. This girl was worse than herself, and she didn't know if her face would be swollen or disfigured.

"Second Miss, how are you?" the bun-faced girl asked worriedly.

Meng Ruoli didn't know the girl in front of her, but she could feel the girl's friendliness, so she nodded weakly in the face of the girl's concern.

"It's fine, it's fine." The bun-faced girl nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Second Miss, come, this servant will help you into the house."

The bun-faced girl struggled to lift Meng Ruoli up and walked back to the room step by step. She said it was a room, that is, a place that could shelter from the wind and rain. Except for a dilapidated bed and a crooked There is nothing on the table.

The bun-faced girl helped Meng Ruoli to lie down on the bed, ran out to get hot water, and carefully cleaned Meng Ruoli's wound with a cloth. She didn't know where she found the hemostatic grass, chewed it in her mouth, and applied it on it. On Meng Ruoli's wound.

Meng Ruoli's face turned pale when the medicinal juice touched the wound, but she didn't make a sound. This was not the first time she had suffered such pain, and she had long been numb.

"Second Miss, are you thirsty, do you want to drink some water?" the bun-faced girl asked again.

Meng Ruoli nodded, her throat was very dry, as if it was about to smoke.

Seeing Meng Ruoli nodding, the bun-faced girl poured Meng Ruoli another glass of water and fed Meng Ruoli to drink it.

After Meng Ruoli settled down, the bun-faced girl stood up and walked outside, "Second Miss, this servant is going to prepare dinner for you."

After the bun-faced girl left, Meng Ruoli's face sank.

(End of this chapter)