The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

Under the big locust tree at the village head, a 16-year-old girl looked anxiously. Free-fee-first-delivery → [chasing] [book] [help]

After waiting for a while, in terms of time, Mrs. Xian's wife should have arrived immediately, but she still didn't see Mrs. Xian's carriage.

In the end, she decided to rely on herself.

There is a lonely path in the mountains. As long as she runs down that path, she will be in a much safer position than she is now.

Thinking of it this way, as she was about to run towards the path, a rush of footsteps came into her ears, and then someone shouted, "Catch her, Liu Ye is there, and the nymph is there!"

Liu Ye stood there, no longer trying to escape, and she was practical in front of the young strong men, and she did nothing in vain.

Looking up, Liu Ye felt ridiculous.

The group of men chasing her, some holding flat shoulders, some even holding shovel.

One by one, fierce and evil-looking, there is no peace at all on weekdays.

When she ran to her, people did not allow her to explain, and tied her directly.

His wrists were hurt by the heavy twine, and Liu Ye was taken back to the village with a deep and shallow foot.

How could I start another life, but die in the hands of these people? Liu Yan could not help but sigh.

Liu Ye was taken by those villagers to the center of the village.

The elders, women, and children were all in a group, and they all looked at Liu Ye with amazement.

What shocked Liu Yan was that Ergou's body had not yet entered the slug, and people had set it aside.

Ergou's mother's expression was dull, her eyes looked into the distance, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Tie this demon girl so that she can no longer run away." The village chief's voice came, and someone immediately checked the twine in her hand again.

"Mother, do you really want to burn Sister Liu?" A tender voice sounded in the crowd.

"She is a demon girl. She is no longer your sister Liu. Hurry up and talk."

The mother's heart was obviously very nervous, and she explained to the child while covering her mouth with her hands.

Burned to death? When thinking of this word, Liu Ye's heart couldn't tell what it was like.

How many degrees of pain would it take to burn it alive under consciousness? It should be more painful than having a baby!

I remember when I was in college, the teacher once said that the large-scale bleeding trauma caused by various methods belongs to the eighth level of pain, and even more painful than that, that is, a woman having a child is a ninth level of pain.

After the woman gave birth to the child, the pain disappeared, but the living person was burned to death, but the pain persisted.

Liu Yan took a breath, and even if she was calm, she had no idea at this time.

"Primary three, you took someone to find firewood. When it was tonight, you were going to sacrifice the demon girl to heaven."

After listening to the village chief, Xiaosan took a dozen men to find firewood, and his expression was like getting the imperial edict of the emperor.

Liu Yan closed his eyes and stopped looking at the crowd. She knew that the eyes of the crowd were ridiculous, doubtful, panic, and even scornful.

Feelings of paper are thin.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, she killed Liu Yan, who used to scold the street.

Even the potatoes and sweet potatoes that the family usually eats are no longer food to fill their stomachs, but poisons that kill themselves.

Who said that the more knowledgeless people are, the easier it is to be motivated? Liu Ye really understood this time.