Chapter 62 Section 4

In this story, Xue Song also encountered a red line.Thereafter he threw away women of all ages and shapes like shoes.It's not like a liberal now.There was nothing unusual about Redline, except that he was tall, long-legged, and slender.If it is a woman of the Han nationality, after she grows to such a height, she will naturally become shorter—that is, she will lower her head and stoop her waist, like people who are shorter than herself.But Hmong girls don't do that.Hong Xian found an old tree in the woods, carved his own height on the bark, and compared it every day, hoping to grow an inch or two longer.She was seen by Xue Song like this.The latter was immediately fascinated by her, and began to make all kinds of tools for snatching marriages, from a passionate seed to a skilled craftsman.This made the old prostitute jealous and miserable, and invited someone to kill her.I think I have explained the antecedents of this incident clearly enough.

As for the consequences of this incident, the people she invited caught her, and those people wanted to torture her, hoping to get information about Xue Song from her—the old prostitute could have given some information voluntarily, But it can't be said that she is a dignified person after being tied up—tied her face inward to a tree and said: "Old bitch, I hit you!"She still said nonchalantly: Let's fight.Then, the rattan whistled on her back.I can feel this invisible pain.Later, they let her go and let her lie on the ground full of moss; the old tree covered with moss was vacated.At this time, her back was covered with scars and blood.The little prostitute watched from the side, and said viciously: "Yes!" But the old prostitute remained calm, and said to a kind assassin, "Excuse me, bring me some melon seeds."Afterwards, she knelt on the ground and knocked sunflower seeds.Although her back was torn apart, her hips were still beautiful and her waist was also very thin.The little prostitute saw it and felt inexplicable anger. She hated her body, and hated her nonchalant attitude even more.She can't learn to ignore pain and death like this...

Later, the assassin leader made an elegant gesture towards the vacated tree, and said to the little whore: "Little bitch, now it's your turn."The girl stomped and walked over, hugged the tree, and lay down on the old prostitute's body temperature, and let her be tied to the tree.Feeling grief and indignation, she slammed her head against a tree and broke her head.Seeing this irrational behavior, the leader of the assassin persuaded him: Don't do this.Hitting you is our job, not yours.So, the little prostitute felt that she was going to die of anger, and shouted: You!One pissed me off, the other hit me!Will they let them live?Hearing this, the assassin leader dissuaded him: Don't do this.Let you die or let you live, that's our business.Don't worry about it.This leaves the little whore completely cornered.