Chapter 219 (1/2)

The villagers listened to Xia Sheng's song and took the abducted people out.

Xia Shengge sat in place and stared at the traffickers who were tied up in a daze.

She looked down at her hand.

These hands are very different from those in Holland.

No scars, no calluses, as smooth as jade, without defects.

But she was different after all.

The experience of previous lives can't be erased anyway.

She can easily subdue these traffickers because she fought out of such a sea of blood in her previous life.

Compared with the madness and ferocity of those real outlaws in Deland.

These human traffickers can only be regarded as stupid drug waste.

She just hit the joints of human traffickers with stones so that the villagers can knock down tall and powerful men. Such attack skills were taught by dking in her previous life when she was idle and bored, such as teasing pets.

When she shoots, her hands don't shake at all.

If she didn't try her best to restrain herself, she wouldn't have any waves in her heart even if she killed these animals in front of her.

In her previous life, her hands were already bloody.

Then he was dismembered by Qi Ming and died in endless hatred and despair.

Can she really come back in this life?

Godzilla's cry was sincere.

The attention under the spotlight is gorgeous.

The embrace of Lu Jiucheng is warm again.

But does that really belong to her?

Can she really return to an ordinary and peaceful life?

……

Just then, a noisy voice came from afar.

Then, a dozen women and seven children were driven out of the ancestral hall of the village by the villagers.

These people are unkempt and have more or less injuries.

Women and children are tied with cowhide ropes.

These cowhide ropes are still connected in series, which ensures that they can't escape to the greatest extent.

The villagers did not untie them immediately.

Mainly, in the eyes of these abducted and trafficked people, the villagers, like boss Qi and his gang, are all animals that help the tyranny.

When they were driven out, the women were still cursing and crying.

And those children were sobbing low, and their small bodies kept shaking.

They didn't want to cry, but they were afraid of being beaten before.

Xia Shengge saw that a little boy in his teens had been blocking a little girl of four or five years old behind him.

He kept shouting, ”you sold me and let Lele go!”

”No, no!” cried the little girl, tears rolling out like beads, ”don't sell brother Cheng, sell Lele, sell Lele! WOW!”

”Lele, shut up! Don't you want to go back to your parents?”

”But I don't want to separate from brother Cheng Cheng!”

Xia Shengge stared at the scene, as if a vague picture appeared in his mind.

A young man stood in front of her and knocked down a strong man bigger than the two of them combined.