Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

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Xiaohua couldn't feel any pain at this time.

Maybe she could still feel the pain in the bone marrow at the beginning, and wanted to curse and struggle, but she had no such strength at this time.

The pain gradually numb, and the pain seemed to be far away from her. The eyes are bloodshot, there is a **** red in front of me, and I can no longer see the ugly faces around me ...

ugly?

Haha ~~ In fact, she was once a member of that ugly face. It was just a defeat of the king, but she lost, so at this time she was pressed to the ground and killed in public, and they stood and looked at her with a smile ...

I can't hear anything in my ears ...

Can't hear their sneer, can't hear their falling down, can't hear their condemnation and swearing ...

Ha ha-don't laugh at anyone.

Who is cleaner than anyone in this backyard? !

The so-called cleanliness is just that it hasn't been torn away.

A rotten cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and the blood spewing from the throat because the mouth was blocked, he could only overflow slowly along the corner of the mouth ...

Xiaohua opened her eyes wide, and her face was stuck on the cold slate floor. She suddenly felt so cold, just like the day many years ago, it was obviously not very cold, but it made her cold to the bone ...

Her eyes flashed slowly over a long, long time ago. In this scene, she usually did not want to remember, and even gradually deliberately obscured her memory?

She is the most favored aunt of the four young masters in Jinyang Houfu. How can she mention her unbearable life again?

But why, why at the moment of dying, she remembered that long, long ago--

"... Xiaohua, don't blame dad!"

The burly man Zhuanghu touched the young her head with his big rough hands, and then stumbled away.

There was a thin and dense rain outside. It was very cold, but it couldn't be colder than Xiaohua's heart.

When she was only 5 years old, she watched that figure back away, not crying or catching up.

At that time she already understood, she was sold by her father.

The uncle butler touched her little head, sighed, and led her into the door behind her.

strange?

How can it be blamed?

The flood in his hometown washed away everything in the house, and Aihong was everywhere. Dad and Niang took her and her two younger brothers to escape. There was nothing to eat or drink along the way, and no one took it.

It was hard to find a place to breathe for a while, and my brother was sick again.

Nowhere to go, only children can be sold.

Also, I can only sell her ...

In fact, a long time ago, she complained about her family. Just when she was resold again and again, when she was hungry and beaten ...

Why do you want to sell her at home because she is a daughter? Isn't her daughter worthless! ?

But then she stopped complaining, she only complained!

Why did God not give her a good background, why did she not care for a rich family ...

How happy the young lady of the rich and wealthy family is, do n’t worry about eating and drinking, wearing gold and silver, and surrounded by servants. You do n’t have to worry about work every day.

But she did not care for a good family!

Then, you can only earn it yourself ...

The ending of the earning is the end, which is how she is at this moment.

Good regret ... Really good regret ... Actually, Xiaohua has regretted for a long time, but she has already taken that step, and she has no room for herself to regret. If she doesn't fight, she can only be swallowed by her life. So she can only fight, fight arbitrarily, only to find that some things are not what you want to fight ...

It would be nice if, if I could do it again ... if I could do it again ... she must be honest and honest ... stay away, stay away ... this dirty, fascinating everything that confuses her eyes ...

It's a pity, it's a pity that life can't come back ...

The red in front of me is getting darker and darker, and gradually becomes black ...

"Mrs. Four Young People, people are dead ..."

The strong woman who hit the board reached out to the bleeding nose of the man on the floor and tried to speak to a well-dressed lady standing on the steps.

Mrs. Sishao first looked around at the pretty women next to her, demonstrating the corners of her mouth, then waved lightly.

"Tumble it with a mat and throw it out."