Destiny's medical concubine Tai Qingcheng

Chapter 17 Sounds Good

"Today, I don't believe that you can never beg for mercy!"

The slave owner stared viciously at the silent slave on the ground, and suddenly he stretched out a hand, grabbed the slave's neck, and lifted it up, as easily as lifting a weightless cargo.

Normally, if an ordinary person is choked, the first reaction would be to grab the opponent's hand, but the slave was different,

When her neck was about to be cut off and her complexion turned liver-colored, she chose to poke the slave owner's eyes recklessly!
It's clear that she will bite you even if she dies!
The slave owner didn't notice it for a while, and was stabbed in the right eye. He yelled out in pain, and as soon as he let go, the slave fell to the ground, panting heavily, and coughing loudly while panting.

Then, taking advantage of the slave owner's recovery, dragging his broken body, he crawled out of the alley little by little.

At the exit of the alley, the bright and warm sunlight was quietly spreading on the ground. The slave watched the brightness getting closer and closer, and the hope in his eyes grew bigger and bigger. Finally, she was almost there, only a palm away. , she will be able to touch the sun!

And just when she was about to grasp the warmth, her pupils constricted instantly, and a fat hand grabbed her ankle, dragging her back to the depths of the dark alley like dragging a corpse.

Mo Qingyue clearly saw that at that moment, there was a trace of despair in the slave's eyes.

The slave owner dragged the slave to the place just now, and threw it hard. The slave was thrown to the corner of the wall, and his back hit the cold wall.

With a "click", there was a sound of bones breaking, and the slave's face twisted in pain instantly.

The slave owner glared at the slave with a stern face, and roared,
"Bitch! If you dare to hurt me, since you don't want to live anymore, I will beat you to death today!"

As he said that, the whip in his hand was raised in the air, and it was about to fall in the next second.

The slave suddenly looked up at the sky, a smile appeared on his distorted face, with a look of determination in his eyes, ready to make a final fight.

But just as the whip was about to fall, a jade-like white hand suddenly stretched out beside it, and caught the whip.

Mo Qingyue did not know when she appeared in the alley, she glanced at the slave curled up in the corner,
"I want this slave."

The voice was unhurried, without any emotion.

The slave owner followed his hand to look, and when he saw Mo Qingyue's face, he froze for a moment, opened his mouth wide, and saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Beautiful, so beautiful, he has never seen such a beautiful woman with such a temperament!
He immediately threw away the whip in his hand, rubbed his greasy hands, his eyes glowed lewdly, "Little beauty, do you want this slave?"

"This is easy to handle! As long as you follow the master, not only this slave is yours, but all the slaves there are also yours! And you can eat delicious and spicy food, how about it?"

Mo Qingyue hooked the corners of her lips and smiled lightly, making the slave owner's eyes straight, but what he didn't notice was the coldness in her eyes.

"It sounds pretty good, what do you think, Hongling?"

Hong Ling lazily raised her little head, glanced at the fat pig-like slave owner with disdain, then continued to sleep with her head on her back,
"Master, this kind of person looks disgusting, let's finish the matter quickly and leave."

"Of course it's not bad! Little beauty, what are you thinking about?" The slave owner's eyes became more lewd, looking at Mo Qingyue's delicate and fair skin, he could hardly control his inner restlessness.

"It's a pity..." Mo Qingyue's eyes turned cold, "I'm not that interested."

Seeing that Mo Qingyue was not fooled, the slave owner immediately showed a fierce look, and said sinisterly, "Since you don't know what's good, don't worry about using force!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his fat hand and grabbed Mo Qingyue's shoulder.

Mo Qingyue didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it. She stood there and looked at the slave owner with a trace of coldness in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)