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Strong smell of wine.

She was cold all over her body and scared all over her body, but she tried her best to suppress it, hoping to win a chance of life. "Elder brother, I'm still in school. Can you please give me a hand? Good people get good pay, good people get good returns."

She bent her back so that her attitude seemed sincere.

Then, the next second, laughter came, someone said drunk, "as the old saying goes, good people don't live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years. My brothers really don't want to be that good person."

She knew that they would not let her go. She took advantage of the gap between their laughter and vigorously broke away from the man's hand, got into the lane on the right side, and ran forward with all her life

"Damn it, hurry up!"

The light moonlight poured down, dimly illuminating the road under foot.

She ran as fast as she could with all her strength, but the alleyways were accessible. There were many people coming from all directions, blocking her completely.

"Run, why don't you keep running?"

A group of hooligans surrounded her, with obscene smile, step by step.

She was scared to death, her hands tightly clenched the front of her dress, step by step back.

Her heart was beating fast, thumping, ferocious and violent, and she almost jumped out of her chest. She didn't care how disgusting their words were. She just thought about how to escape.

Her back against the cold wall, to remind her that she had to retreat.

At this moment, she finally realized the fear of clarity. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and her lips trembled. She stuttered and said, "please, please..."

"Don't ask. It's no use." The head of the people wantonly smile, "today, we will decide you!"

After that, he grabbed her, pulled off the schoolbag on her back and threw it to the ground.

"Please, let me go..."

They didn't pay any attention to her pleading, even her struggling in front of a few big men, could not play any role at all.

The brute force on her body is getting heavier and heavier. She cries out in fear, but her eardrum is filled with shameless words and obscene laughter.

She tried her best to resist, but was pressed to the ground, holding hands and feet.

Despair surrounded her, and she cried more and more.

"Boss, someone's coming."

Hearing these two words, she subconsciously cried out, "help, help me, mmm..."

The mouth was covered by death, only the broken words in the throat.

They covered her mouth, pressed her limbs, and did not move any further. They all looked at the man who broke into the lane with vigilance.

His mouth is hidden in his pants, but his face is hidden in the dark.

He is very tall, the moonlight is pulling his figure very long, all over the body exudes a kind of King's breath, inexplicably frightening.

She tried her best to send out broken words and sounds from her throat for help, but the man was like an ordinary passer-by, directly passing by them, without even looking at her being bullied on the ground.

That person, refused to save her, even when did not see, this world, in the end what?

Despair enveloped her, and her tears wet her face.

The hooligans breathed a sigh of relief, "it's just a passer-by, not meddling."

"It's funny. You have to mind your own business. We have so many people. He can come to a good end. Don't tease me. If you understand, you will not see it."

"Let's go on, go on..."

The hooligans were about to divert their attention when the figure of their back suddenly stopped.

It seemed that he took a deep breath of smoke. He looked back. In the faint smoke, the deep words were very clear in the silent alley, "hello..."