Thinking about the fate that she was about to face next, Su Zixian was anxious and hated. She tried to struggle hard, but she still couldn't move.

She could feel the sound of footsteps getting closer.

Some alcohol smells dissipated and some sweaty smell.

She was chased, so she hadn't been bathed for more than ten days and felt uncomfortable all over. She was just a matter of life and death, and she didn't care about these things. No one threatened his life, and he was so sloppy.

He turned out to be a dirty drunk.

Of course, for her, whether it is a dirty drunk or a handsome beast, as long as she wants to bully her, it will be the same.

The footsteps stopped beside her, and then she saw a man looking down at her from a high place.

She finally saw what the drunkard looked like when she was so close.

He was wearing a blue shirt and a beard, and it seemed that he had not repaired it for two or three days. His head was scattered, his face was falling, and his eyes were staring at him with unknown meaning. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes and a little darkness. He should not be old, but this image really cannot determine how old he was.

If he cleans his beard and combs his hair, he might be handsome.

Su Zixian looked at him, her eyes were filled with warnings and alertness, but his eyes were no longer expressive except for the vicissitudes and darkness.

There is no lewd lust, nor does it mean that the ruthlessness of the overlord is forced to take the bow.

Then, he sat down next to her, turned to look at her, with a slightly curled mouth and said, "Are you nervous?"

Su Zixian: “…”

Isn't this nonsense? This person has no meaning and seems to have bad intentions. She is seriously injured and unable to move. She is still a woman. She may face a lust-wolf. How can she not be nervous?

He suddenly approached a little, looked at her for a moment, laughed again, and said, "We are a drunkard and a beggar, so good!"

Su Zixian: “…”

I’m worthy of your sister! Also, you are a beggar, and your whole family is a beggar.

Suddenly, the drunkard took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a medicine from it, and put it on Su Zixian's lips at a very fast speed. He didn't know how to smooth his hands, Su Zixian couldn't help but open his mouth. Before he could react, the medicine had already slid down her throat.

Su Zixian's pupils suddenly tightened. When he stopped Su Yechen from taking the Yin-Yang Helian Dan for her, she was still holding a hint of luck. At this moment, she still took his medicine.

What did he eat for her?

Could it be that she really wants to let men defile without shame or dignity like those women who betray the flesh and blood under the control of drugs?

It would be better to kill her directly.

Don’t say that she can’t move, even if she can move, the medicine will melt in her mouth and will not allow her to spit it out at all. She stared at the alcoholic. If she dies, she must turn into a demon and tear her into pieces.

But the drunkard only glanced at her faintly, turned to look at the night sky, and said, "It's not poison, it's a cure for your injuries."

Su Zixian was stunned. He gave her the medicine to treat her injuries. He disliked her for being seriously injured and could not resist, so after he cured her, he would realize what he said about the overlord and forceful bow?

Could this person be so vicious?

The drunkard's voice came again without any discernment: "You seem to be very tired, go to bed!"

Sleep? Sleep him as a big-headed ghost.
Chapter completed!