C4

Without shoes, Hua Rong was barefoot as she walked on the beach, his clothes were still torn to shreds. Although it covered most of her body parts, most of her arms were exposed.

She walked out like this. Slowly, she leaned against the door frame for a while. It was quiet all around, and there was no sign of anyone else. Last night's revelry was like a dream. Those vicious villains were like the smoke from a bottle of demon, already taken back.

The sea breeze carried a fresh breath of air as it blew across the island. Due to the various sounds of birds flying in the morning, the island appeared much quieter. She composed herself and walked out.

Outside, there were rows upon rows of tall coconut trees, as well as a large cluster of bananas. It was different from what he had seen in the garden; it was completely the rough look of a seaside. On the other side of the mountain wall, there was another scene. The tall grass was swaying in the wind.

The morning sun was not yet hot, and her bare feet were on the sand. She looked down and saw that the sand was thin and white. If it wasn't for the sense of steadiness, she would not have been able to tell if it was snow or sand.

In front of him was a rock that was mostly exposed on the outside, in a concave shape. The water was very shallow, only reaching her calves. She walked over and sat down in the middle of the concave area. There was nothing blocking her from the front and back. From the front, she could see the boundless sea, vast and endless. She stood up and put her toes on the ground, trying to look at the rising sun.

The sea was clearly divided into three colors: light green like a sprout, dark green like a bitter tea, and an endless blue. The three colors did not change at all, changing abruptly in a single stroke. It made her almost completely forget the situation she was in.

She looked to the left and saw a small boy with a big basket in his hand. He was picking crabs and already had a basket full of them.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old. He was extremely thin and small, like a bean sprout. The basket he carried far exceeded his body; it was extremely strenuous.

At this moment, the boy also realized that there was someone on the stone. He raised his head in shock. Fear filled his eyes, and there was even a scar on his face. This child's appearance was incomparably delicate and pretty, especially his eyes. The young girl had never seen such a pair of clear and innocent eyes. With just a glance, it was as if this world was supposed to be a beautiful one.

She laughed, "Little brother, what is your name? "How old are you?"

Seeing that it was a girl with a gentle face, the boy no longer had any fear and replied, "My name is Yue Pengju … "13 years old..."

He was already 13 years old and probably had extremely poor nutrition, so he wasn't tall.

He thought for a moment, then raised his head and looked at her very seriously. "Elder sister, what about you? "What's your name?"

"Hua Rong, my name is Hua Rong."

"Flower — dissolving —" The little boy paused, using his finger to draw on the large stone, "Is that the word?"

Hua Rong was very curious. "Can you read?"

"My mother taught me, how many do you know …" "Elder sister, what about you?"

Hua Rong laughed, "I know a few too …"

Her body swayed, and was almost pulled into the arms of an iron boulder. That fiendish voice rang beside her ears: "Hahaha, your name is Hua Rong? I thought you'd never say what your name was... Hua Rong? "It's not a good name after all …"

Hua Rong struggled with all her might, but when Yue Pengju saw this fierce god, he was also extremely frightened. King Qin kicked the basket in his hands to the ground, "Stinky kid, quickly go and work. If you dare be lazy, I will break all of your ribs and feed it to you. "Get lost …"

didn't even have the time to look at the young lad. Her vision blurred, and her body was suddenly thrown into the air, as though King Qin was playing with some kind of strange toy, waiting for her body to fall into the water, she grabbed it and said, "This is your punishment, who told you to not tell me your name, and instead tell a Stinky kid?"

Hua Rong was dazzled for a moment before he loosened his hand. This time, she fell into the ocean with a "plop" sound, causing her to be unable to stop herself as she drank a few mouthfuls of water before she crawled back up and puked a few mouthfuls. Her face was green, her lips were white, and after standing back up with much difficulty, she turned around and ran towards the shore.

Seeing her sorry state, the King Qin laughed out loud again. He chased after her with a few steps and grabbed her with his long legs. The two of them stopped under a huge coconut tree: "Hey, come sit with me here for a while …"

Hua Rong was pulled down by him until she sat on the ground. Her clothes were all over her body, revealing the curves of her body. She was embarrassed and anxious, but she could not escape. She could only lie on the snow-white sand with her eyes closed, wishing that she had never been born into this terrifying world.

He lowered his head, savoring the heaviness of her breasts, then pressed his palm against her wet clothes and could even clearly feel the trembling of the bud.

The sun silently shone on the beach, shining on her feet. He looked at her slender, long, and slender feet that were filled with strength and beauty. They were far from comparable to those three-inch-long golden lotuses. The aristocratic woman of this dynasty had her feet entwined. She did not have her feet entwined, so it was certain that she did not come from a noble's house. Moreover, she did not have the same surname as the general that was killed.

The moment she turned around and pressed down on her, her mouth opened wide, completely covering her mouth. It was unknown whether she was kissing or biting, but when he let go of her, both their mouths were filled with blood, and it was unknown whether it was his or hers, so she tried her best to sit up a little, fiercely saying, "Remember, if I don't die, I will definitely kill you for revenge."

His voice was scornful as he grabbed her by the hair, which seemed to glow black in the sunlight against the white sand.

He tightened his grip and added a little more strength. "You want to kill me, don't you? "I'll let you beg for death first …"

Hua Rong was grabbed until she raised her head, and half-knelt on the ground. He looked down from above, and her mouth was filled with a scorching aura: "Still want to kill me?"

She tilted her head to the left to avoid his foul breath, so that her hair was pulled tighter and more painfully, bit by bit, as if she were going to lose it all. She struggled to bite his hand, but before she could touch it, the giant devil palm had already moved away.