Chapter 1672 No One in the Duan Family Treats Her Well (3)

The body of the black sword was bent into a hook shape, catching Xiaoya's skirt.

Xiaoya panicked, not knowing where she got the strength, and hurriedly hugged the bedpost, her clear eyes filled with stubbornness.

Xiao Hun's face turned dark: "Mute girl, let me go immediately, otherwise I will accidentally hurt you and I will be irresponsible."

Xiaoya shook her head with tears in her eyes. She wouldn't give this bastard a chance to threaten the Nine Emperors. She wanted to nip in the cradle all the ways that anyone wanted to harm the Nine Emperors!

"That guy is such a scumbag. He has three wives and four concubines. Is it worthy of your memory? You should let me go immediately, or I will be rude!"

Xiaohun was a little anxious, how could this woman be so stubborn? The Nine Emperors know a lot of outstanding men, right? Can't she choose among those people? Even Feng Lianqing from the General's Mansion is much stronger than this guy, right?

Why did she hang herself from a tree?

"Let go of Ya'er!" Duan Qiong finally got up. His face was pale, he coughed dryly, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and staggered towards Xiaohun, "Ya'er won't leave with you!"

Xiaohun glanced at Duan Qiong with cold eyes: "Get out!"

This sound contained powerful power, which instantly made Duan Qiong feel depressed. Blood sprayed out and fell on the ground bit by bit.

Xiaohun turned to look at Xiaoya: "Will you follow me?"

Xiaoya shook her head desperately, no, she would rather die than follow him!

"Well, there's nothing we can do..."

Xiaohun sighed and pointed at the black sword with his eyes.

Black Sword was filled with impatience and hummed in protest.

After all, he is the main one, and the little soul is just the sword soul.

But he also understands that no matter how strong Xiaohun is, he can't drag Xiaoya away. He is just a soul...

The black sword let go of Xiaoya's clothes, and with a bang, he hit the back of Xiaoya's head with the sword blade.

Xiaoya closed her eyes and fainted.

Black Sword bent his body again, trying to drag Xiaoya out.

"Wait a minute," Xiaohun frowned, "If you do this and that woman sees it, it will definitely involve me and get beaten up by her. She won't hurt you, but she will beat me up..."

Black Sword visibly froze, stopped moving, and did not dare to move.

Xiaohun glanced at the trembling maid outside the door, and sneered: "If you don't want to die, get in here immediately, hold her and follow me."

Women are trouble!

Especially this mute girl is in great trouble.

The maid walked in quietly. She looked at Xiaohun with panic in her eyes, and she didn't dare to violate anything, so she could only accept her fate and knelt down and picked up Xiaoya from the bed.

A section of Xiaoya's arm was exposed. Only then did he see that in addition to the ruined appearance of this mute girl, not even an inch of skin on her body was intact. It was full of scars, which made people sad to see.

Somehow, seeing Xiaoya's miserable appearance, Xiaohun was in a daze for a moment, with a faint anger in his heart.

Back then, even though he had been surrounded by thousands of flowers, at least he kept himself clean and did not go to the final stage with those women. He only wanted to prove his charm by talking to women.

But he has not really had a substantial relationship with those women... He has always been the kind of gentleman who has always had a gentle relationship.

It is even more impossible for him to hurt a woman so wantonly.

Women are all delicate flowers, meant to be pampered.

Except for the Nine Emperors...