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Chapter 6 There are always troublemakers who want to harm me (4)

The night in prison is quiet.

Occasionally woken up by crows' crows.

Although day and night are equally dim.

The little boy was lying on the bluestone slab, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, feeling cold and aching.

The cell door opened again, and another jailer walked in with heavy steps.

Hua Qianxi sat on the weeds, thinking about how to survive and...

Find out the details of the kid who pretended to be sleeping.

Coincidentally, the eyes of the jailer met, the memory of the original host's timidity seemed to have been carved into his bones, and Hua Qianxi trembled subconsciously.

"You! Come out for me!"

The jailer's dark eyes seemed to be out of focus, and his fingertips pointed at Hua Qianxi, but she didn't touch it, but Hua Qianxi felt that the bone-chilling chill had spread to her cerebral cortex.

Moving her stiff legs, Hua Qianxi obediently followed behind the jailer and walked out of the prison.

The little boy pretending to be asleep quietly opened his eyes...

……

In the depths of the prison cell, the dim torches were gone.

Dark and terrible.

Every step has a hollow echo, hitting Hua Qianxi's slightly trembling heart.

The silent jailer walked forward in silence.

He stood still suddenly, grabbed the dagger with his big hand, and stabbed it fiercely behind him.

Hua Qianxi dodged in shock, the man in front of her was waving the scythe of death.

The air seems to have become much thinner.

Hua Qianxi is so close to the half-step cliff.

"Uncle, help me."

Hua Qianxi relied on her short stature to dodge quickly, until the jailer grabbed her slender wrist with such force that it seemed to crush her joints.

【Xi Xi!calm down!Take back the dagger! 】

"But I can't grab it!"

With her legs already in the air, Hua Qianxi struggled vigorously, her little hand stretched out high, still half an inch away from the dagger.

The pain on the wrist was a heart-pounding pain, so much so that beads of sweat began to glisten on Hua Qianxi's forehead.

The jailer stabbed back with the dagger in his arms, seeing the cold blade about to pierce Hua Qianxi's neck.

"Help!"

【Great niece!hang on!Wait for me! 】

A stone flew from nowhere, and lightly struck the dead spot on the jailer's wrist.

The jailer let out a cry of pain, and subconsciously let go of the hole, and the dagger fell to the ground. In the darkness, the clear tip of the knife was eerie and abrupt.

Hua Qianxi, who fell to the ground, stared at the dagger tightly, with crazy thoughts growing wantonly in her mind.

She has to live.

The jailer's previously out-of-focus eyes regained clarity due to the pain, and the strings secretly guiding him cracked in an instant, and the jailer was about to look around suspiciously.

The little weed in front of him was holding a dagger in his hand, as if climbing up from the edge of a cliff, or walking from hell.

"Your uncle! Do you know what you are doing?!"

The jailer had never seen Xiao Weed's fierce pupils before, and he shouted in panic.

There is no other sound in Hua Qianxi's empty head, only a potential consciousness——

Live!
……

Hua Qianxi sat slumped on the ground, her little hands covered in mud were stained with bright red blood.

After the bone-chilling chill dissipated, there was a lingering gasp, and sin gurgled through the limbs and bones.

The embroidery needle arrived late, bouncing and bouncing. Seeing the blood splattered on the little face of the eldest niece almost made her legs go limp in fright, and seeing the fallen jailer, she almost went limp in fright.

"Eldest niece...you didn't get hurt, did you?"

It was already very clear, Hua Qianxi choked in her throat, staring blankly at the man's body.

The sharp blade of the dagger pierced fiercely into his heart, piercing through all the fear that was veiled in the original host's heart.

(End of this chapter)