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Elimie's body stopped moving, and her abdomen was still in severe pain, but compared to the mental pain and physical pain, it was not worth mentioning at all. Everything was just like what the gangster said. She had never had it from the beginning.

There is no way to escape. From the very beginning, she has been a prey in a cobweb, entangled in debts with no possibility of getting any interest. The so-called Dongshi is a hotbed for criminals and a paradise for indulgents...

...her hell.

The gangster's hand pressed on her chest and ravaged her violently. She did not resist, but looked at the sky with two dead eyes. What was she looking at, or what was she expecting? She wanted to see

Do you go to God? Do you want to be saved by God? But will the great God save a dirty, humble, shameless soul? No, what God needs is a pure and clear soul like a gem, but she is already filthy.

It is unbearable, and the inner soul also exudes the stench of decay. Can such a flexible person still expect to be saved by God? Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for God to save such a soul.

So, the only one who can save her is the devil? Then where is the devil?

It is in everyone's psychology, present all the time...

"Bang!"

"You...you bitch!!"

The gangster looked at his chest in disbelief. Several bloody holes were growing on it, and a magic gun was pressed against his chest. His eyes turned red and murderous intent surged out. Just as he was planning to

When he strangled her, there were several more banging sounds. The gangster fell completely to the ground. The sound of the magic gun was extremely loud, and this place was not far from the street outside, but Alimi didn't seem to worry about anyone.

Will come in to check on the situation.

This is also the rule of Dongshi. Don’t join in the fun when you hear such sounds. If you want to live longer, stay as far away as possible!

The time arrived in the middle of the night before I knew it.

Even the busiest commercial streets will gradually come to an end at this time.

Alimi waited until there was no one around before she carefully walked out of a dark alley. She looked at the empty streets around her before she walked out completely relieved. She pulled at her torn

She pulled up her sleeves and tied her dark blue hair behind her head. Then, she walked towards the edge of the red light district with swaying steps.

The three bright moons hang high in the sky, and their cool white light shines on the city below, as if it is covered with a transparent veil.

Footsteps, slight...

On the deserted street, only the sound of Alimi's footsteps seemed to be echoing.

The bright moonlight shone on her body, revealing her pale, tired and weak face.

Before she took two steps, she stopped and covered her belly. She had been beaten severely by the gangsters. The expression on her face was painful at first, and then she showed a chilling smile. Yes, she was very sad at this time.

It hurt, but she felt an unprecedented comfort in her heart. The moment the gangster opened a hole in her body, a feeling of relief and liberation emerged spontaneously. She had never felt so relaxed. From then on, she was free.

No one can hurt her anymore. She reached her hand into her skirt, where she placed the magic gun that the clay figurine had given her.

Without him, just because she can protect herself.

But with the joy of freedom

What comes with joy is self-loathing, what is she? A thief, a prostitute, she will do anything as long as she can get money, and at this time she has another dirty identity - a murderer.

She smiled, her smile was sad and tired. The burden of life was so heavy that she wanted to leave everything behind and leave alone, but she couldn't just leave like this.

The silver moonlight fell on her dark blue hair, as if covered with a layer of white gauze. As her footsteps moved, she came to a small wooden house in the slums. The lights were still on in the house at the moment, and it seemed that there were people inside.

She hadn't fallen asleep yet. After seeing the light, Alimi stopped immediately. After standing there and looking at herself for a while, she turned around and walked out of the street to a public well. She pulled up a bucket of well water and began to wipe it.

The blood and bruises on his body.

She wiped it with great care. After a long time, the injuries on her body began to hurt violently. When she touched the cold well water, Alimi's brows immediately wrinkled slightly. It was not easy to wipe herself clean.

, took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

In front of the door, the girl took a deep breath again, then raised her foot... and kicked the door open hard.

"It's so late, why are you lighting a lamp? What are you doing here if you don't go to bed? Is lamp oil cheap? Or are you rich?"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties was sitting in the house. She was wearing a sweater, waiting for the girl to come back safely. But when her daughter suddenly kicked down the door and came in with a vicious look, she couldn't help but have a look on her face.

A little bit of fear.

"Alimi, you are back. Are you thirsty? Mom will pour you a cup of hot water."

The woman put down what she was doing, reached for the wheels on both sides of her seat, and drove the wheelchair she was sitting on to the kettle on the side.

"What are you thirsty for? Don't do these thankless things. The men outside treat me to delicious food and drinks every day. I can't swallow the water you pour for me. What kind of water do you pour? Sleep and sleep. You know how to act on your own.

It's inconvenient to have to boil water. If the house burns down, are you going to let us all sleep on the street?"

The woman was holding the water glass, but her daughter grabbed her and said it was neither right nor wrong to let go. She lowered her head, and tears of grievance began to well up in her eyes.

"Alimi...it's...it's mom. I'm sorry for you...it's mom..."

"Stop, stop, don't say this. I've already heard these words in my cocoon, and I'm going to vomit if I hear them again. What's the use of saying this anymore? If you keep talking, will that old immortal guy come back? You're already lame.

Will the injured foot be able to recover? It will have no effect. Stop talking about it, and I don’t want to hear it at all.”

Elimie took off her shoes and socks and threw them aside into the wooden tub used to hold a change of clothes. The woman looked at her daughter's arrogance and could only swallow her tears in frustration. After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke.

Said: "Alimi... it's better not to do this kind of thing again in the future, you will get married in the future..."

"Ha, what a joke."

Alimi smiled contemptuously. "If you don't do this, how will you get the money? Are you, a lame old man like you, here to support me?"

The old woman retorted in a squeaky voice: "Your father... He must still be somewhere in the world at this time... As long as our family is reunited, life will definitely get better.

...So don't do this anymore, let's go find your father together."

Alimi, who said that her father was already lying on the bed, stood up directly, her eyes revealed unconcealable anger, and she almost roared: "Father? How can such a thing be worthy of us?"

Call him father, leave a daughter under twelve years old and a disabled wife, and leave alone, bastard! Do you still think about him? If he would come back, he would have come back long ago. Do you know how much money he owes others?

That’s the number!”

Alimi crossed her index fingers to make a cross. "One hundred thousand! A whole hundred thousand! If he hadn't owed so much money, our life would be so difficult? Are you thinking of finding him? Can you leave this home? Just leave Dong

If you take a step forward, I guarantee that you will be chopped into pieces by those guys from the Death Gang. That bastard owes them so much money. How could he let us go so easily? Don’t think too much! If it weren’t for the money I give you every week

If you still make up for it and still provide their services, we would have died a long time ago! Are you still thinking about that guy? If I didn't do this kind of thing that you look down upon, would the two of us still be alive to this point? Ahem——

!”

Alimi was so excited that the chest injury recurred, and she began to cough violently. The woman panicked when she saw her daughter like this. She quickly pushed the wheelchair to her daughter's side and patted Alimi continuously.

After a long time, Alimi's complexion improved.

"Elimi, are you okay? What happened to your clothes?"

After regaining consciousness, Elimi slapped the woman's hand away with her backhand, and snorted coldly: "What can I do? I'm very good. I just thought of the delicious food that the guests invited me to eat today, plus being

I was just choked when I spoke. The clothes? Are they in tatters? It’s just the guests’ special hobbies. I want to satisfy them a little, and I don’t know how much reward they will give. Why do you want me to die so much? Then I’m really sorry. I’m living well, why?

I can’t die, so I’m disappointed!”

Alimi said as she took out the money bag given by the clay figurine. She waved it proudly in front of the woman, and then threw it on the table. The scattered coins looked in the woman's eyes, but hurt her.

heart.

Elimie snorted arrogantly. "Old guy, just think of this money as a reward to keep you alive. Your daughter has had enough of eating and drinking outside today. She wants to sleep. Don't disturb me anymore."

Elimie took off her torn and tattered clothes, lay on her bed, and pulled up the quilt. The woman looked at her daughter who had completely fallen, and then looked at the money bag on the table that was glowing with golden light...

....

Life is cruel.

No matter how reluctant a woman is to let her daughter do these things, no matter how much she loves her daughter, she has to bow her head in front of the mountain of reality.

Even if she had no choice but to face the "dirty money" thrown out by her daughter, she had to get it and spend it.

Unable to take care of herself in her lower body, she was like a moth that could only continue to live by clinging to her daughter's young body.

"snort."

When the woman held the money bag in her hand, a cold snort came from Elimie's bed. The woman was startled and looked up at Elimie. But the latter seemed to not want to see her mother at all.

, deliberately turned over, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep, leaving only the woman with a sad face, holding the money bag in one hand, at a loss.

........