Senior Green Tea Turned Into an Abused Heroine

[Without any identity information, the identity cannot be confirmed. 】

Lin Xiaocha didn't want the system to need to provide information to confirm the role's identity, and felt that its business capabilities were lower than imagined.

Slightly disappointed.

Lin Xiaocha read that book very quickly. He only saw the important plots, and all the character descriptions were skimmed. He only remembered that the male protagonist was white and black.

In the early stage, he was a Gao Leng Xian's house with Gao Guangzhengwei and fluttering in white. In the later stage, he became the brutal and bloodthirsty king of monsters.

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Suddenly, the city that should have been silent suddenly boiled like a frying pan, interrupting Lin Xiaocha's thoughts.

The lord is coming!

The refugees pushed each other to wake each other up, one by one was so scared that they hugged each other and hugged each other, trembling all over.

"Go away!!"

"You untouchables! Don't stand in the way of the city lord!"

The huge whip sound ran through the entire street like a pierced air, and the sharp and harsh sound made the refugees who were like a frightened bird tremble even more.

Behind the fierce guards, there was a tent wagon, with a thin and transparent shark hanging on it, slowly approaching.

The sound of the whip frightened the child on the roadside to cry, but was hurriedly covered by his mother.

It is also possible to wake up the sleeping city lord and be thrown alive to feed his spirit beast.

A man in a gorgeous purple robe lay reclining in the tent.

The hair crown on his head is a foot high, an awl face, and the end of his half-sleepy eyes are about to fly to his temples, his whole person is soft and weird.

On the left side of the man in the tent crawled a huge black panther, and on the right lay a jeweled and beautiful concubine.

The concubine brought grapes to his mouth.

He slowly opened his extremely narrow eyes and stretched his hand to the back of his concubine's head.

The concubine flushed and closed her eyes lightly.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hair and "knocked" her head against the car wall!

A pair of eyes looked at her viciously.

"Idiot! How many times do I have to say it! Don't make the city lord sleep!"

At this time, an image that only she can see appeared on Lin Xiaocha's retina:

[Target identity confirmation: Dongling Castle Master Feng Ziying]

[Raiders reward: 500,000]

[Current Raiders Degree: 0%]

Feng Ziying, the lord of Dongling City, is arrogant, extravagant and tyrannical, and regards the people as careless.

He is the nephew of the empress of Zhu Yunguo, who is good at flattering and cheating.

It has some origins with the white lotus flower.

It seems that he is Lin Xiaocha's first side mission.

At this time, the beautiful side face of the concubine was pressed against the wall of the car by Feng Ziying, and it was directly transformed. She said in horror, "The city lord is forgiving..."

The corner of the city lord's mouth twitched savagely, and then he loosened the hair of his concubine.

He waved his hand, and the guard and Cha Hu stopped not far from Lin Xiaocha.

"The city lord has made peace talks with the demon world, and they can no longer cross the border to harass." Feng Ziying announced leisurely with her long narrow eyes.

Such words came out of his mouth, but the refugees were not at all happy.

Sure enough, he said again: "However, we must sacrifice one person to the Demon King every month."

As soon as the voice fell, the pupils of all the refugees shook.

People and animals?

Living sacrifice?

How to sacrifice?

fifteen?

Isn't it fifteen today?

"So... who wants to be the first to sacrifice?"

As soon as his voice fell, Dongling City in the early morning was so quiet that only the crows on the treetops could be heard.

Fear enveloped the whole city.

System: [You must be a sacrifice to meet the male lead. 】

The person caught as a sacrifice in the book is Lin Wu.

As soon as the city lord's voice fell, Lin Wu stood up with anger and accused Feng Ziying:

"You were born as the Lord of Winterling City, you should have protected the people, but you are tyrannical, and regard human life as a stubborn, you are simply not worthy to be the Lord of a city!"

The words completely angered Feng Ziying.

So Lin Wu became the first living sacrifice to be sacrificed.

Because of this, he was saved by the hero.

Lin Wu's affection for the male protagonist also began to sprout at that time.

Lin Xiaocha didn't stand up and didn't have a reply system, but just buried her head in her knees like everyone else.

system:【…】

She has never acted easily, and it is even more unlikely that she will criticize a target of her own strategy in public.

The city lord looked round the surrounding refugees coldly with his narrow eyes.

They all shrank against the wall like quail, wishing to sink into the wall.

Only the white-clothed man looked at himself coldly.

He looked at each other up and down. It was not that he had never thought of using him to make sacrifices. It was just that he was extraordinary, and he was a monk at first sight. In case he had some background, it would be difficult to deal with the aftermath.

It's just that the cold gaze of the white-clothed man made him extremely uncomfortable.

He snorted coldly and swallowed.

The black panther the size of a lion stood up, jumped out of his car, jumped in front of the refugees, and looked at them as he walked, as if he was choosing breakfast.

The refugees held their breath one by one, and their hairs stood upright in fright.

The whole street seemed to be only the sound of their teeth shaking.

Until a child cried out with a "wow", awakened the frightened mother, and covered her mouth.

It's just too late.

The city lord in the tent slowly moved his icy gaze to the child.

"It's her."

The child didn't know what was about to be released, but the mother collapsed instantly, prostrate on the ground and kept kowtow: "Santo! She is not three years old! Santo!"

"City Lord! Please spare my child!"

The city lord turned a deaf ear to her hissing for mercy.

Seeing that it was useless to beg him, the mother put her hope on her concubine, "Little Peach! Please, save my child!"

Xiaotao is the name of the concubine next to the city lord. She turned her head and pretended not to hear the mother's pleading.

"Little Tao! Little Tao! When you were a refugee, you were about to starve to death. I once shared half a bun with you!"

"Shut up! Isn't it half a steamed bun? Give it back to you!" She finally climbed from the refugee to the concubine position, no longer have to endure the cold and starve, how can she make the city lord angry now and lose her meager favor ?

When she heard her, the mother was stunned and couldn't say a word.

The city lord who had a panoramic view of this scene was not surprised at all, with a mocking smile on his face.

Seeing the black armor guards around the city lord coming to drag her daughter, the mother kept begging for mercy, "Forgive me! Forgive me! I beg you to forgive the child!"

Feng Ziying leaned into Tao Ji's ear and said in a cold and mocking voice: "She wants to save her child, you say? What should I do?"

The sweat on Tao Ji’s forehead dripped, and the powder on her face was dizzy. “City Lord, if she wants to save her daughter, she can replace her as a sacrifice.”

"But my daughter doesn't have a mother, so pitiful~" He continued to whisper in her ear.

Tao Ji: "Sanlord, Tao Ji has an idea. They don't want to be separated. It's better to go on the road together."

Hearing this, the city lord sneered haha.

"It's still Tao Ji the most understanding." He said so, but his tone was extremely cold, and he couldn't hear the joy at all, and was even full of irony.

Feng Ziying pointed at the mother and son blankly.

"Then two people are together, with companions on the road."

The mother softened and looked at Tao Ji and the lord in shock, and then rushed towards the chariot, but was stopped by the guard.

"City Lord! Forgive me! You have pity on us! Forgive us!"

The little girl burst into tears.

The cry of the two people seemed to resound in despair and misery throughout Dongling City.

Feng Ziying scanned the silent and trembling refugees on the ground.

Sure enough, no one dared to stand up and intercede for the mother and son.

Dongling City is near the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, and every time a monster escapes from the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, a large number of refugees will rush into the city to take refuge.

In his eyes, these refugees are as dirty and cowardly as ants.

Just like the woman he hugged, she could give up her dignity and disregard kindness in order to be prosperous and wealthy.

"Who? Would you like to replace the mother and son?" He cocked his mouth and said this deliberately.

Because he knew that it was impossible for anyone to come forward, these people were the same as Tao Ji.

"If someone is willing to take the place of this mother and son, this city owner can show kindness, but he will serve you in Dongling City for a hundred days." He continued to seduce the refugees.

It's like playing a game.

A game that will definitely win.

The refugees have their ears pricked up, and they are all hungry. Many people are dying of hunger, not to mention a hundred days, even three days, no, one day.

But it was the first time the Demon Realm proposed a living sacrifice, how did you still know how to sacrifice?

It may burn or peel.

Facing the fear of the unknown, this group of refugees who have been frustrated by the sufferings and who are living like ants, no one dares to come out to play this hero.

The city lord looked at the indifferent refugees and laughed at the sky hahaha.

"That's it, that's all~ You really disappointed my kindness."

He took Momoji over and tore her clothes.

…

…

"I do."

A trembling voice does not conceal its natural sweetness.

The city lord supporting his concubine frowned, turned his head and looked for the source of the sound.

The refugees also focused their eyes on the petite body curled up in the corner.

Dirty clothes and dirty little faces are no different from other refugees.

It's just that those apricot eyes are different from the numbness and horror of other refugees, clear and beautiful, like a clear spring in the mud, shining brightly.

She squeezed her fists tightly, her legs trembled, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

It seems that at this moment she has exhausted the courage and strength of this life to stand up.

As if afraid that others hadn't heard her voice just now, he repeated again tremblingly, "City Lord, I am willing."