C23 (2/2)

”Little girl, I'm afraid this house can't be preserved anymore, so don't try to protect it anymore. Anyway, there are still many empty houses in my house, so you should stay here.”

Who knew that before the Village Chief could finish speaking, Lingling, who was crying quietly beside me, had suddenly rushed out and swung her tender fist crazily at a villager.

”You are not allowed to bully my sister, you are not allowed to touch my house!”

I was overwhelmed with shock. I wanted to pull Lingling back, but it was already too late.

After all, Lingling was only a little over ten years old, and his fist didn't feel too painful or itchy when it landed on those men, but that villager had already grabbed onto her hair:

”Scram!”

Lingling's weak body was flung to the side fiercely, falling to the ground. Her hair was in a mess, and while Lingling was crying, he was still struggling to stand up.

Looking at the pair of delicate palms, he noticed that when he fell on the ground a moment ago, his skin was scraped and blood flowed out.

Without her cute appearance, Lingling's eyes were now filled with fear and grievance.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were filled with tears. Where was his smile yesterday? That smile … Where did you go …?

These savage faces … A person who cares about nothing for the sake of profit.

At this moment, I felt a little numb. Looking at the scene before me, my hands were trembling, and so was my body …

Although we only got along for a day, but the meticulous care, let me feel the warmth of the home that I haven't seen for a long time.

I loathe Liu Songxian for bringing Lingling to my side, but... I am equally grateful.

If he didn't send Lingling over, how could I have felt this kind of warmth …

I can't be so cowardly for... For her adorable appearance, for her sister who was like a family member!

At this moment, my mind was completely blank. I don't know what I was thinking, but I picked up an axe from the corner of the wall and threw it out.

His target, was precisely the man who pushed Lingling away earlier.

It wasn't courage, but a kind of madness in my mind that was urging me to do these things.

”I'll let you die!”

It was a pity that when he threw the axe, it affected the wounds on his body, so his strength and accuracy weren't good enough.

The axe only smashed onto that person's shoulder. However, a bone cracking sound was heard, causing that person to scream miserably.

”F * cking b * tch!”

”No,” the man said, and rushed straight at me.

”You can touch me, but don't bully my sister!”

I said, and was about to rush forward like a wounded wildcat.

However, right at this time, the sky suddenly darkened. Following that, waves of cold wind surged forth, causing the surrounding area to emit ghostly wails and wolf howls.

The broken glass on the floor also produced a series of ”hualala” sounds. The sound was terrifying.

At this moment, the gusts of wind seemed to vent the anger in my heart and vent all of the hatred in my heart.

The sound of breaking glass was rhythmic, giving off the impression that the gale was coming from inside the house …

This gust of wind is so bizarre that it makes the person in front of me who wanted to rush over stop in his tracks.

At this moment, a dull thud came from outside the door as the two paper men outside fell to the ground.

After the funeral is over here, we'll put the paper man at the door and wait for the first seven before we can burn it.

My front door had a wider eaves, so the two paper men weren't too wet from the rain these two days. Afraid the paper man would be blown away by the wind, I even tied the paper man to the log on the door frame.

These past few days, these two paper men had not shown any abnormalities. Now … He actually fell to the ground.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew the two paper men into the courtyard. The wind was very fierce, pushing the two paper men into the middle of the crowd.

At the same time, the paper man was torn apart. The pieces of paper were blown away by the wind and landed at everyone's feet.

As for the paper man's head, it slowly turned in the wind. Its exquisite facial features seemed to be staring at everyone …