The cruel beauty of the attacking giant

You can search for "The Cruel Good Search Novels of Attacking Giants (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"The little girl is not bad, I actually escaped." The snoring voice floated like a ghost, with a cold breath that soaked every cell in my body, and the sudden fear made me forget to turn around.In the next second, the pain suddenly tore from the roots of my hair, and the man in front of me grabbed the roots of my hair."Hiss..." I couldn't help but take a breath, because of pain and fear.I can see the man's face clearly, his tawny hair is full of scum, the one who knocked me out before."But Lao Tzu made it clear to you that this underground street is not a place where you can come and go as you want. When you come, just..." Holding me harder, the man moved closer to my ears, "Don't I want to go now, Oriental woman..."

Underground street?Is this an underground street?Oh, a place that I have never heard of!But in my current situation, this must be a hell.Before I could turn my head, I was severely thrown out by the man, and my forehead slammed against the wall. The intense pain made my eyes dark."Stay honestly, the buyer tonight is a big-handed one. Behave well then, otherwise the pile of things in the basement will be your end!" The heavy iron door slammed shut, and I struggled to support my body, scarlet. The liquid ran down the forehead, I wiped it off unconsciously, buyer?What do you mean...Also, the pile of suspicious things in the basement just now is actually..."Oh..." A chill rushed to my forehead, and I couldn't help retching. It turned out that the "glue" I used was a rotting corpse!

After the retching, I leaned against the wall in despair, letting the thin bloodshot snaking on my face, drawing a startling red line.what should I do?Is it possible that achievements can only be slaughtered like the meat on the chopping board?No, absolutely not!How could my Ye Lingyin become that kind of useless?!I raised my head and tried to make myself look calmer. I can't be sold, let alone die in this kind of ghost place. I must survive and escape and return to where I lived.Tonight...Take a gamble. The bet is my life. Rather than just sitting around and waiting for death, it is better to block the survival rate of less than 1%. At least there is still such a faint hope, right?Written by www.webshuba.com

There were no windows in the room. I didn't know how long it took until the iron door opened again and a woman came in with clothes and bottles. I realized that the time to decide my destiny had come."Please sit down on the opposite chair." The woman said softly, seemingly not so fierce, and I followed the instructions in silence.The woman untied my ponytail and gently combed my messy long hair, while slowly speaking: "You are unfortunate, the person who wants to buy you tonight is the gangster in our underground street. He is a joke of women. A beast, and never picky, let alone an Oriental woman like you." "Why do you want to tell me this?" I looked at the woman's face in confusion, "You are already helping me dress up. What's the point of telling me this?" The woman did not answer, but silently continued the movement.It didn't take long before my hairstyle changed completely.A row of oblique bangs hung in front of the eyes, just covering the trauma of the forehead, and the long hair of the shawl was neatly trimmed and spread softly on the shoulders.I frowned and looked at myself in the mirror. That guy is obviously not fussy, so why bother to dress me like this?It seems that this human flesh deal is a must.

Putting on that bright red dress, dressing up and so on, the woman's eyes swept back and forth on me several times, nodded slightly, "Wait here, don't run around." After that, she went out. Yes, I also locked the iron door.I picked up the skirt that was dragged to the ground, smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt like a carefully wrapped gift, waiting for my destiny in the small storage room.So, what will my destiny be?The woman who became the head of the underground street, still...