Chapter 47 (1/2)

The whereabouts of the things left by the original mother should be controlled by Mo Shanghua.

It has to go back to four years ago, when he was expelled from his house by his biological father and thrown into Fengqing city. He was scolded and humiliated day and night.

One day, for the original body, it almost became the end of her despair.

Gu Guan is very satisfied with this face. Even a woman looks at her, not to mention a man.

It was a night when I couldn't see my fingers. I was huddled in the bedroom of the bleak courtyard. It was cold and snowy. I was trembling with cold with only a thin quilt.

There was a strange whistling in the yard.

The door opened and three obscene men sneaked in.

They are obviously prepared, with clear division of labor and rapid action. One person controls the original body, one covers the original mouth, and the remaining one can't wait to undress.

Although the original body has a dull mind, she has experienced this kind of thing. She doesn't want the nightmare to repeat and struggles hard.

However, how can a delicate girl resist three adult men.

The original body was in tears. At the time of her despair, warm blood sprinkled on her face. The men who had just wrapped around her fell to the ground, their heads were different, and the big wounds on their necks were gurgling and bleeding.

The original body sat on the bed blankly, staring at the open door. Outside the door, the snow was flying and covered with silver, silently covering up the evil and dirty of the world.

In the heavy snow and strong wind, a beautiful woman stands proudly. The wind blows her soft black hair, setting off her ice skin, delicate facial features and noble temperament.

She is not like a person, but more like a fairy. She doesn't have the smell of human fireworks. She pursed her lips and seemed dissatisfied with why the world is so bad.