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When he woke up, his body was completely empty. King Qin was not on the bed. She was wrapped in a thin blanket.

She felt relieved and looked around. She immediately tensed up and saw King Qin standing in front of the huge box. It was unknown what he was looking for.

He suddenly turned around. She didn't have time to lie down and pretend to be asleep, so she wrapped herself in a blanket and looked at him warily.

He threw something in his hand, and it was unknown what it was, but it came down as a colorful headband.

She brushed it away and saw that it was a brand-new light green shirt. It was made from the finest of muslin, probably stolen from somewhere. A pair of shoes was also thrown under the bed.

"Girl, wear this. There are also a lot of clothes in here, you can change as you like. "Wear better."

His voice was loud, but she could not quarrel with him. She could not die, nor could she run naked. All she could do was ask for clothes to cover her body.

Before she could get dressed, he took something out of the box.

She quickly wrapped herself up and saw that he had placed those items on the table. There were a few tubes of fine Xuan paper, as well as a few paintings, but he had no idea who they belonged to.

"As long as you don't die, I'll let you play with these things."

His eyes were wide open. "If you dare to seek death again, I will definitely not forgive you."

With that, he looked around to make sure that there were no more sharp objects, and then took out the only shell in front of her. It was also the one the young man had given her. He threw it on the ground and shattered it with a single step. Only then did he feel at ease to walk out.

When he reached the row of pirate houses, he saw a man poking his head out of the kitchen door and pulling back.

The youth trembled as he came out, his voice trembling slightly. "You killed big sister?"

"F * ck off!" King Qin hit him until he tumbled over. "Bastard, go play with her, f * ck off …" 'Look at her. Don't let her seek death any longer, otherwise, this old man will chop you into mincemeat … '

The youth was overjoyed when he heard that Flower Soluble wasn't dead yet. He crawled up from the ground and ran away like a wisp of smoke.

The pain in her body was still unbearable, it felt like her body had fallen apart. She sat in silence for a while, then laid down on the bed. She didn't know what to do or how to continue in the future.

When breakfast arrived, she ate a bowl and then lay down, not even willing to go out anymore. She only wanted to stay here and wait for death.

Someone knocked on the door. It was a very soft sound. "Elder sister, elder sister …"

She anxiously looked at her surroundings. "Quickly leave. If that demon sees you again, he'll kill you …"

"He asked me to come." The youngster was pleasantly surprised as he incoherently spoke, "Elder sister, you're still alive! This is great … "I'm afraid that he will kill you …"

The young man did not know what being ravaged was. He thought that the most important thing in this world was to be alive. As long as one's life was still there, everything else could be put to the side first. However, seeing that she was dressed neatly and there were no injuries on her face or hands, he heaved a sigh of relief. "King Qin, you won't kill me again, right?"

Who knows. Lonesome Flower sighed. He didn't have anything to lose anyway, so what else could he do?

She thought of those few tubes of wolf hair, turned around and took out a pen and a piece of paper. "Let's go. I'll teach you where to write."

The youth was overjoyed. "Elder sister, where did you get these things?"

"It's from King Qin."

"Alright, let's go there."

It was a dense subtropical forest, leafy, with a slightly fishy fragrance that the trees on the land did not have. The trees were strange and rugged, and it was exactly as the youth said. Among them, there was a small stone that was extremely flat. Although it was not a real desk, it was still extremely rare.

The youth happily spread out a pen and paper on the stone and also took out an inkstone to grind the ink. From his technique, it was obvious that he had never used it before.

Huaxue took the ink and rubbed it a few times to show him. She asked him, "Have you never used it before?"

"I've only heard it from my mother."

"Where's your mother?"

"My hometown was flooded, and Mother and I fled for our lives. He settled in a village and became someone else's tenant. Once, I went out with the main house and was taken away by these pirates. The main house was robbed by them and people were killed. "I was left to work here. I wonder how my mother is doing …" His eyes showed a deep sadness and concern that didn't belong to a teenager. "My mother is definitely worried to death about me. It's not like I can go back …"

For a moment, Lonesome Flower had forgotten the pain he had gone through. At least, he no longer had a mother to protect him anymore. As for the young man, he still had to remember his mother. She suddenly thought of those women who were kicked out after being played with. She believed that it wouldn't be long before she would be released. At that time, she would have a chance of survival. She comforted him softly, "If there's a chance in the future, we'll escape together."

The teenager was full of anticipation, "Okay, big sister. I will definitely watch out for opportunities."

Lonesome Flower smiled and showed him a brush technique. He wrote three large words on the paper. It was the teenager's name:

Yue Pengju

This was the first time the youth saw his name appear on paper. Furthermore, it was such a beautiful word. He was unable to contain his joy as he carefully put it aside to dry. He said joyfully, "I want to store it. I'll keep it for the rest of my life …"

The youth held his breath and quickly followed her instructions as he started to write.

After a heavy rain, the air was very fresh.

Taking advantage of the moment when the youth was writing, Lonesome Flower stood up and took a few steps forward. Through the trees on the island, he looked at the blue sky in the distance.

Unfortunately, this was the Pirates' Hell.

The young man wrote with extreme concentration, and Lonesome Flower guided him wholeheartedly. When he was thirsty, he drank the water he brought along, and when he was hungry, he picked a huge mountain peach beside him to eat. It was extremely crispy and sweet.

As such, time passed. By the time the teenager finished writing the last character and looked up, the sun had already set.

He put away the stack of paper with great satisfaction and then held the few large words that Hua Xuan had written to him in front of his chest. He was overjoyed. "Big sister, this is my name. I really like it …"

King Qin, who had appeared out of nowhere.

He seemed to be able to read a few words as he recited arrogantly, "Yue-peng... uu..." "Haha …" Then he turned to Lonesome Flower. "You wrote this for this little bastard?"

"En." Flower Wine answered indifferently.

"Then you should write one for laozi. "I'm called 'Qin Shang Cheng'. Quickly write it down, I want to see what these three words look like on paper …"