Li Yinhuan?
Lian Youming raised an eyebrow, thoroughly surprised.
Truth really was stranger than fiction. Aside from Xu Tian and his companions, this girl was one of the few people he remembered from his trip to Cangzhou.
The girl's hands and feet were bound. Her eyes were panicked and brimming with tears, and a clear handprint marked her cheek. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her clothes were filthy. She had likely suffered quite a bit.
The young man was in an even worse state. His jaw had been dislocated, one arm hung limp, and his face was bloodless, but his eyes remained exceptionally fierce.
"You like chasing me, do you? Fucking Swallow Sect bastards, hounding me all the way and leaving marks for Xu Tian and his people. Today I'll fuck you right in front of your senior brother... then strip you naked and hang you from a tree."
The middle-aged man was covered in blood, his clothes in tatters. Every word dripped with resentment, and he ground his teeth in hatred.
Despair filled Li Yinhuan's eyes, and two trails of tears ran down her cheeks. Still, she glared fiercely at him. With her mouth gagged, however, all she could do was sob and whimper.
The young man hurried to shield Li Yinhuan, only to take another kick to the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness on the spot.
As the middle-aged man closed in, Li Yinhuan frantically pushed with her feet, trying to scoot backward. But how could she possibly escape? Faced with life or death, determination suddenly filled her eyes. She turned her head, intending to smash it against a corner of the heated brick bed.
"Dream on!"
"Hey, don't."
Two voices rang out at once.
The first, of