Seventy-two bowl of soup (two)

After the man nodded as expected, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, almost not a smile. "That's great, you're not living well here."

The purple on his face probably hasn't disappeared. Even if he could become strong with his fist, he still couldn't resist countless people coming forward to challenge him one after another. He was just a minion, nothing. "I just told you that I am a doctor. I want to live here. I know very well about the human body. You protect me and I will help you."

A strange look appeared on the man's face: "Help me? What should I do?"

"What do you want me to help you?" Qinghuan's eyes seemed to be able to speak, full of bewitching power. "Don't you have a lot of things to do?" Her hand slid on the man's waist. "The bones here are so worn so badly, it should be difficult to maintain such strength. Don't you need me to help you?"

The man's expression was embarrassing for a moment. He stared at Qinghuan, and thought in his mind whether the deal was worth it or not, and then made a decision: "Yes."

But he said again: "What's the use of you even if you can let me protect you? Sooner or later, I will be stepped into the dust. By that time, you will still become-"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Qinghuan. Her voice was soft and firm, and inexplicably made people think that as long as she said it would be successful. "I don't need too long, I will become stronger soon. I just need a little time, that's all."

She wanted to survive, not only to live, but also to live well. She couldn't do the kind of thing that betrayed the body and depended on the man. She had to stand tall and go back and get what she deserved. At this moment, the bright red tear mole under the corners of her eyes looked particularly charming, and there seemed to be something magical inside. The bright red color was clearly visible in the prison without lights at night. The man stared at the tear mole and felt that his soul was about to be sucked in. He shook his head and woke up. Qing Huan slowly took the toothbrush away from his neck. He covered the wound and jumped down.

The man went up for a long time, but only heard whispers on it but didn't hear anything. The three women below felt very strange. The man jumped down and glared at them: "No one is allowed to say anything tonight."

Don't say it? Don't say anything? The three women looked at each other in surprise.

In fact, if a man wants to repent, Qinghuan must not resist, but he remembered the determination and viciousness in Qinghuan's eyes. No matter how beautiful such a woman is, he doesn't want to touch her. She is like a poisonous snake. Even if she looks gorgeous, she will die at her hands if she gets closer. What's more, her situation is indeed very difficult as she said. In order not to become a mud that everyone tramples on in the future, he might as well try it first. If she cannot generate value as she said, it doesn't matter if he kills her.

In the mixed area, it is impossible to be more ordinary to die a woman.

"Don't touch her without my permission in the future."

After hearing this, the fat woman was stunned. They originally wanted to see such a little beauty who was tortured and covered in bruises, but what is the situation now? Did the man suddenly know how to write about Lianxiang Xiyu? This has never happened before!

They didn't care about the man, so they pushed open the prison door and left. Qinghuan sat up from the upper bunk. At this moment, she was no longer as weak and pitiful as she had just entered the prison in the afternoon. Instead, there was a hint of malice in her eyes, "I'll give you more advice in the future."

She looked so beautiful, as clean as the bright moon at night, but the smile on her face was chilling, as if... it was not as kind and gentle as she looked, and she didn't even have a slight temper.

If she doesn't provoke her, she will be gentle and close, and will be understanding and reassuring, but once she touches her bottom line and principles, she will never show mercy.

Although she is in prison, life still has to be passed. If the person who goes out then is an old, tired and scarred woman, Qinghuan herself looks down on herself. She doesn't know where she has come from, and only knows that the difficulties in front of her did not knock her down, and even ignite her fighting spirit. She doesn't even have time to complain, but immediately devotes herself to the problem of survival.

She will live and live well, not only to seek justice, but also to respect life. She does not allow herself to fall into such a difficult situation, so before that, she must try every means to become stronger.

Any reliance is temporary. Only when one is indestructible can one truly protect oneself and better protect others.

Although, she has no one to protect now.

The fat woman and others saw Huan's eyes immediately changed. In the mixed area, in addition to being able to vent their desires, women are tools to show their male strength for men, and even like fat women, they are inevitable.

Hypocritical power is the most keen on bullying the weak, and the real strong people are disdainful of it.

Qinghuan jumped off the upper bunk, which was strange to say. She didn't know where the confidence in her heart came from. The upper bunk was at least two meters away from the ground. She jumped as soon as she said she jumped, without any worries about being hurt.

It turned out that she was not injured, so she asked the fat woman with her hands on her chest: "I think the lower bunk is more suitable for me, what do you think?"

What can a fat woman say? Of course she could beat Qinghuan up, but the man just now was something she didn't dare to provoke, so she could only glar at Qinghuan with her eyes, then silently packed up her things, and wanted to go to another woman's lower bunk. As a result, Qinghuan stopped her and said lazily: "I think you are more suitable to sleep in the upper bunk, her upper bunk."

If someone hurts her a little, she will not give her a lot of rewards, but at least she will have to seek justice. This loss cannot be eaten in vain, right? The wounds on her arm still hurt slightly now.

The fat woman dared not speak out, and she gritted her teeth to climb up the bed. Unfortunately, the ladder was disrepair for many years, and it would be fine for those who were lightweight to climb. If she was a little fatter... it would be really a pain. However, after she was lucky, nothing happened during the climb. Unfortunately, she was relieved and wanted to lie down, but it turned out to be a tragedy. The bed board was completely broken and fell down to another woman. Compared with the thinner woman, the woman almost vomited blood.

Qinghuan chuckled, and her mood finally got much better. She had seen a problem with the upper bunk over there, so she could not hold on to the weight of the fat woman. The fall made the fat woman feel dizzy. She stood up dizzyly, and her eyes were showing fierce light and wanted Qinghuan to settle the score. Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and played with the dagger she had just brought from the man. While playing, she looked at the fat woman with a smile. She was so meant that she would stab her to death if she dared to come over.

People who have just entered prison are soft-hearted, or cowardly. The fat woman dares to bully Qinghuan like this, just look at her weak and breathing hard, but once Qinghuan becomes tough, she becomes cowardly.

In the end, she could only sleep on the ground with the other woman for one night, because the lower bunk was broken because of her just falling.

The nights in prison are not easy. They are pitch black, with only the unpleasant mold smell from the beds and walls. The bedding has not been sunburned for many years and is covered with dirt. If this is not hell, then where is it?

But Qinghuan fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw a completely different self. She was wearing ancient costume, black hair and waist, and was beautiful and extraordinary. If she thought something was different, it was the other person's expression and eyes, which was completely different from the cowardly and tender self who had lived for more than 20 years. That kind of strength and indifference were what she urgently wanted to learn and get. She never knew what kind of person she wanted to be, and she had never lived for herself, but now she knew.

If she could not become that person, she would definitely regret living for the rest of her life. Life is short, why can't she exert her greatest strength and create the greatest value? She obviously did nothing, she obviously did not make any mistakes, why did she feel wronged herself like this?

Since they don't love her, she doesn't want it. Anyway, that kind of love is cheap, and even if you get it, it feels extremely dirty.

When Qinghuan opened her eyes, there was already light outside, and the prison guards were shouting that they would go out for breakfast.

The restaurant is full of people, and the breakfast is very simple, with white porridge, pickles and steamed buns. The steamed buns are small and wrinkled, and one female prisoner is two male prisoners. If there are too many, it will be gone.

She sat down in front of the man yesterday with a plate of dinner. The man was biting a steamed bun. When she saw her sitting down in front of her, she might not have expected that she would recognize herself and looked up at her. Qinghuan didn't say anything and pushed the plate in front of him.

Two steamed buns were not enough for men to eat, so he was not polite. Qinghuan only drank white porridge. She didn't dislike food. In fact, it was a very happy thing to have food when she was hungry. Although these foods were not fresh, they could at least fill their stomachs. She said softly: "It seems that you are not doing well here."

The man is about forty years old, and he is already over the age of young and strong. He can use his fists to occupy a place when he is in his prime, but now he is getting older and there are too many people who are active. At least the injuries on his body have not healed. The most important thing is that even at breakfast, Qinghuan noticed that many bad eyes were frozen on them.

So she said again: "Don't worry, I'm so weak and can't tell your secrets. I still want to live." It's not that I'm not afraid of death.
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