Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

Shen Wenchen was riding a horse and holding a sword in one hand. Perhaps because of his evil aura, he actually calmed down many people who wanted to come and steal the car.

But even so, there are still some unwilling people who want to climb up from the back of the mule cart.

Seeing someone trying to climb in from behind the car, Lin Yicheng quickly shouted loudly to remind Nanzhi to pay attention to the back.

Nanzhi, who was already extremely nervous, understood what his elder brother meant when he heard his shout. When he saw the dark palm reaching into the carriage, he struck it with an axe.

The ax blade was sharpened by Nanzhi. When the ax went down, the skin and flesh on the back of the man's hand were separated. The smell of blood hit his face, making Nanzhi feel nauseated.

The man was in pain, and then he screamed and let go of his hand.

Hearing the panic outside the car, Nanzhi put Zhiyu behind him, holding the ax handle tightly with both hands, ready for battle.

Because Zhiyu had been taught in advance what to do when encountering this kind of situation, now even though the little guy was trembling with fear, he just tried his best to cover his mouth and huddle in the corner to prevent himself from making any sound.

Grandma said that if you meet bad people, you should hide and don't let them know that there is a baby in the car!

The voices shouting about bandits continued without interruption, causing the refugees to run forward with all their strength. Some even crossed directly in front of the mules without worrying about being trampled by the mules.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the distance between the three mule carts slowly widened, and the Shen family's donkey cart was left far behind.

While leading the way, Shen Wenchen always looked behind him, fearing that he and the mule cart would be scattered by the crowd.

Nanzhi was extremely alert. From the initial panic to the last moment when he saw a hand reaching into the carriage, he swung the ax in his hand neatly. The curtain of the carriage was now stained with large amounts of blood. The thick smell of blood filled the entire carriage.

I don't know if she was too concentrated, but Nanzhi only felt that her temples were beating and her head was aching.

I don’t know how long it took, but the shouting outside the car became weaker and weaker, and I guessed that they had fled far away. At this moment, Nanzhi felt that his whole head was dizzy.

Even the eyelids weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

Feeling Zhiyu's body behind him, Nanzhi just shook his head and braced himself not to close his eyes.

"Fat Ya!"

"Nannan!"

"Aniang!"

Hearing the urgent calls of the three people, Nanzhi felt that he had fallen into the car and lost consciousness.

Looking at the wound on her stomach and the large amount of blood on her body, Shen Wenchen dared not test her breathing with trembling hands.

Lin Chengcheng was completely stunned when he saw his sister covered in blood.

how come?

The curtain of the mule cart had already been chopped into pieces of rags. There were scratches everywhere on the rear of the cart, and even the ax in Nanzhi's hand was stained with blood.

This was undoubtedly not a reminder to them that the situation in their recent escape was far more dangerous than they thought. The reason why Nanzhi was like this was because they were careless and forgot the most dangerous place.

"Aniang, Aniang, Aniang isn't sleeping." Xiao Zhiyu was frightened all night. Now when she saw the blood all over her mother's body, although she was scared, she still pushed her gently and wanted to wake Nan up. branch.

"Mom, please don't catch cold under the quilt." Seeing that she didn't respond, the little guy struggled to roll up the quilt and cover her body.

Shen Wenchen's eyes were red now, but he raised his hand to the tip of Nanzhi's nose in disbelief.

Seeing his movements, Lin Ercheng's eyes were full of hope, but for a long time he was just silent.

"No, no." Lin Cheng shook his head violently, unwilling to believe the facts.

"Fat Ya, Nazhi Nazhi is a person who has a chance, and he won't die like this."

Shen Wenchen was silent, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger.

…

"Fat Ya, Fat Ya, get up."

"Fat girl will sleep in, like a little pig."

"It's better to look like a pig, white and fat, so beautiful!"

Hearing someone chattering in her ear, the little girl on the bed opened her eyes with a confused expression.

When he opened his eyes, he saw two and a half-year-old teenagers. Seeing that he was awake, they all grinned.

"Fat girl, get up soon. My mother-in-law took us to the mountains to pick fruits today. Did you forget?"

"That's right, if you don't get up, grandma will leave soon."

The two half-year-old boys were chattering, and the little girl on the bed scratched her head.

"Who are you?"

Hearing her question, the two teenagers were stunned for a while, then reached out and touched her forehead.

"You're not sick either. Are you sleeping stupidly? You don't even recognize your eldest and second brothers?"

"Big brother and second brother?"

The little girl was stunned and asked again.

"Then who am I?"

"You're a fat girl. What's wrong with you? Do you want to tell me and take you to see me?"

The shorter male doll scratched his head, a little worried.

"I'm a fat girl..."

The little girl muttered, then grinned and said: "Yes, I am Fat Girl, eldest brother and second brother, I had a dream."

"What are you dreaming about? Get up, get up, we'll talk about it later when we're on the road."

"good!"

The little girl got up from the bed smoothly, put on her little gown and followed her two brothers out of the house.

A thirty-year-old young man was squatting in the yard. When he saw three little children coming out, he smiled and touched the little girl's face.

"Why did Fat Ya sleep in again today?"

"Dad, I was dreaming. There was a lot of blood in the dream..."

Fat Ya threw herself into the man's arms and said coquettishly.

"Are you scared, fat girl? Dad will hold your ears."

Rousheng held the little girl's ear, and then glared at the two sons beside her.

"Let your chicken blood yesterday scare your sister, you two bastards!"

As he spoke, he pretended to kick them, causing the two boys to run out of the courtyard.

"Fat Ya, let's go first! You will come with my mother-in-law later -"

"good!"

The little girl was grinning and breaking free from the man's arms.

"Fat girl, let's go. I'll bring you some steamed buns to eat on the way."

A woman came out of the house carrying a basket on her back, looked at the little girl, smiled and waved.

"Okay! Goodbye, Dad!"

The little girl held her mother-in-law's hand with one hand and waved to the man.

"You two, be careful. Dad will make a wooden pony for you today. You can play with it when you come back."

"I know~"

Looking at the two women's backs, the man chuckled, then patted the ashes on his buttocks and returned to the kitchen to clean up with the empty bowl.

"What did Fatty dream about last night?"

the woman asked with a smile.

"I dreamed about many people, cars, and a little baby."

The little girl scratched her head, thought for a while and continued: "There is still a lot of blood..."