Southerners

Chapter 128 Bustard Feather 4

The jailer had a twisted mind, and he took more care of Song Zhihuan on weekdays, always paying attention to his side, and wanted to find a chance to befriend Song Zhihuan.

This day finally gave him his chance.

The jailer who was on duty with him was dismissed by him, and he was the only one left in this area.Song Zhi leaned against the wall, took a small stone and wrote something on the wall, her back was facing him, her slender back showed nice lines under the prison uniform, from shoulder blades to waist, every point was just right.

The jailer opened the door with the key, which made Song Zhi look back.

He was a little strange, isn't it lunch time, and no one came to visit, what is this jailer doing?

Song Zhi looked at him with slightly doubtful eyes, and saw that after the jailer entered the door, he turned around and locked the door again, then pulled his collar, walked towards Song Zhi, and said in his mouth: "I heard that you were Master Hazier's male favorite?"

The suggestive actions and words made Song Zhi understand what he wanted to do. Song Zhi pursed her lips and leaned her back against the wall with a vigilant expression. She clenched the small stone in her hand and at the same time swept her eyes quickly. The situation around and outside the door.

There is no one else, and naturally there is no weapon at hand.

"Brother, do you have any advice?" Song Zhi asked.

The jailer smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't have any advice." He looked down at Song Zhi's tense body, "What are you afraid of? As a male favourite, I have done a lot of this kind of thing." Right? One more time, what's the difference?"

Song Zhi didn't answer, her eyes were fixed on the jailer's movements.

The jailer first took off his saber, put it outside the door through the gap in the iron door, and then tore off the armor on his body, revealing the blouse underneath.

"If you are more obedient, and I am happy to serve you, I will let you suffer less. If you are not obedient and obedient to make my master comfortable, I will make you uncomfortable, understand?"

The suggestive vulgar words made Song Zhi sick. He pursed his lips and saw the porcelain bowl left over from lunch not far away. There was a sneer on his lips, and his body slowly moved there.

"It's useless to hide," the jailer approached Song Zhi step by step, "Where can you hide?"

"It's better to lie down obediently." The jailer said as he rushed towards Song Zhi. Song Zhi, who had been alert to his movements for a long time, turned to one side and dodged, but the jailer was in vain.

Song Zhi rolled on the straw-paved ground and got up to escape, but the more responsive jailer grabbed her legs. Song Zhi raised her hand to hit him on the head with the stone in her hand, and then she raised her hand, Someone pinched his wrist.

Then the jailer laughed, and pushed Song Zhi down with force, "Are you going to escape again?"

The jailer was in the upper position, and all the strength of his body was pressed against him. Song Zhi was not an opponent at all. The hand holding the stone was pushed to the ground. The jailer continued to exert force on Song Zhi's wrist, causing Song Zhi's wrist to hurt, and his hand lost strength. , the stone fell feebly onto the straw.

The jailer's knee was pressing on Song Zhi's leg, making Song Zhi unable to lift her leg, and her two hands held it down separately.

"Can I still escape now?" The jailer lowered his voice, teased with a smile, then put his knee between Song Zhi's legs, pressed down hard, and forcibly separated Song Zhi's legs.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth suddenly, staring at the jailer with gloomy anger in her eyes, as if she could tear people up and eat them in the next second.

But the jailer wasn't afraid at all, he brought Song Zhi's hands together, held them down with one hand, and touched Song Zhi's waist through the prison uniform with the other hand, pinching the soft flesh on that waist.

"Hey, this look is quite fierce. When Master Hazier asked you to serve him, did you also look like this?"

Comparing herself to Meng Huan without shame, Song Zhi couldn't hold back and spat all over his face.

The jailer was enraged, lifted the hem of the prison uniform, and touched it with his hand. The hand was practiced martial arts all the year round, and it was covered with rough gravel unique to martial arts practitioners. There were calluses on the hands, and the touch was uncomfortable.

Song Zhi suppressed her nausea and didn't move.

"Know that you are good?" The jailer would have misunderstood it.

Song Zhi let out a disdainful hum from her nose.

The jailer lowered his head to kiss him, but Song Zhi turned his head away, and the jailer bit Song Zhi's neck. The tingling and nausea made Song Zhi frowned.

The unfamiliar touch came from the waist to the chest. Song Zhi relaxed her body as much as possible so that the other party could relax her vigilance. Then, seeing the right moment, she suddenly pushed her knee against the thing between the jailer's legs with precise precision.

This time, Song Zhi had accumulated strength for a long time, and the heavy blow made the jailer scream. Song Zhi took the opportunity to escape from under the jailer, and quickly picked up the porcelain bowl when the jailer covered his legs and screamed in pain. , smashed it on the ground, took the largest and sharpest piece of porcelain, turned around and cut a deep and long gap in the jailer's body.

With the jailer's painful cry, blood flowed out.

Song Zhi didn't let him go, but pointed the ceramic tablet at the jailer's throat, pushed him down to the ground, and stared coldly at the jailer's distorted face in pain.

"Don't move!" Song Zhi threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise I will kill you."

The situation reversed quickly, and Song Zhi didn't expect it to be so smooth. It seemed that the jailer was too stupid.

"Don't think that I'm afraid to do it. You know that I'm a prisoner, and I didn't even think about getting out. Maybe I can hold you back before I die."

The wounds on his body were secondary, and the pain between his legs was more serious. Song Zhi almost disabled him.

The jailer covered his body with both hands and was held down by Song Zhi, his body was still shaking and hurting.

"Don't, don't, brother, speak up if you have something to say! Say it well!"

With a mocking smile on Song Zhi's lips, she asked, "What else do you want to say?"

The porcelain plate attached to the jailer's neck exerted a little force, and the sharp and irregular cuts pierced into the flesh. The naked/naked/naked threat from death made the jailer so frightened that he wanted to pee his pants.

"Brother gently! Don't! I, I, I was wrong, I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

"Your lord has a lot, let me go once, I won't dare again!"

Song Zhi ignored his begging for mercy. He knew that if he didn't teach this person a lesson this time, he would not have a long memory. The porcelain chip had broken through the skin and penetrated into the flesh.

"Do you think I'm so easy to bully? You can do whatever you want? What kind of person is Master Hazier, and what kind of person are you? How dare you compare yourself to him? "

Song Zhi pinched the cut on the jailer's arm, the place was still bleeding, and the severe pain made the jailer scream again.

This cry attracted the guards from other areas, and they hurried over. They thought it was some jailer who was abusing the prisoner. When they rushed over to take a look, their jaws dropped in shock, and they said angrily, "That guy, what are you doing?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes and glanced at the man lightly, then she stopped when she saw it, and punched the jailer's eyes, giving him a panda eye, before letting go of the jailer.The jailer hurriedly got up, picked up the armor and fled out.

Song Zhi was not afraid, and said flatly, "Ask him yourself."

In fact, the person outside could guess about the situation inside. With the armor off and Song Zhi in disheveled clothes, no matter how stupid he was, he could see what happened.

In fact, there are many such things in the prison. Everyone just turned a blind eye and closed one eye. I didn't expect to encounter a big problem today. If this incident happens again, it will become a big trouble, and it will not end well, so the jailer put on a tiger face. , scolded Song Zhi a few words, but didn't do anything else, and hurried out with the one who was beaten badly.

It's a pity that Song Zhi was unlucky, and she lost her prestige for a while. After all, she was a local snake, so she found an excuse the next day, and several people beat Song Zhidu.

What's more, these people use manual manipulation, and they only choose to hit the vital parts that don't seem to cause too much damage on the surface, but are actually very painful.

Song Zhi curled up on the ground, covered her head, and was next to fists and feet. The pain was secondary, he just felt humiliated.

After beating for a while, they stopped, fearing that they would kill them. Seeing that Song Zhi was motionless, the person who was beaten by Song Zhi yesterday kicked Song Zhi's head and said, "Why are you pretending to die?"

Song Zhi was kicked until he was dizzy, but suddenly he was kicked and turned over, and then someone pulled his legs away. Before Song Zhi could react, she felt a heart-pounding pain from between her legs.

"what!"

Song Zhi couldn't help crying out.

He opened his eyes in pain, only to see a foot stepping between his legs, crushing hard.

"Is this cool?" A teasing voice rang above her head, Song Zhi couldn't even look up, and she could only tell that it was the one who was beaten by him.

Song Zhideng refused to make any more noise, and clenched her teeth until her mouth smelled of blood.

The laughter filled the ears, mocking, disdainful, and joking, like a cat teasing a mouse.

The hard soles step on the key parts, crushing and trampling them mercilessly with the tendency to step on them.

Song Zhi had never been treated like this before. He turned his head and covered his face, unable to bear to see himself now.

This kind of torture didn't last for a long time. After beating and humiliation, several people walked out talking and laughing. One of them spat at Song Zhi. The world quiets down.

The voices of those people faded away.

Song Zhi lay on the ground as if she had lost all strength, with her eyes closed, she was in a trance for a moment.

He thought, what is he still lingering on?

Since he no longer intends to get out alive, why is he surviving in this prison?

Song Zhi wiped the saliva off her face, leaned against the wall and sat up, half leaning against the wall and lost in thought.

There was still burning pain between his legs. He didn't know how the injury was, and he didn't want to see it.

Humiliation, embarrassment, all kinds of emotions piled up in her heart, and her chest was uncomfortable. Holding a handful of weeds in her hand, Song Zhi felt her mind was still dazed and her blood kept rushing up.

Finally, a mouthful of blood was spat out.

Dark red blood stains fell mottled on the prison uniform and on the straw, which was shocking.

why?

Song Zhixin thought, should he bear this?

Song Zhi thought of her mother's face before she died, of Xiu Niang's disappointed eyes, of Meng Huan, who was gentle, cruel, and arrogant...

He suddenly lost his strength, leaned back against the wall, and asked himself with a wry smile: So you are still looking forward to him, hoping that he will save you, and wait for him to take you back, so you are reluctant to die?

How ridiculous and unbearable.

Meng Huan had given him countless tenderness and hurt him, now that Meng Huan no longer belonged to him, the last thing he thought of was Meng Huan.

...is it time to leave?

Song Zhi looked at the light outside the skylight, he hadn't seen the outside world for a long time.I heard from Zhao Mengfu that Meng Huan had been rescued and was no longer in prison, so what is he... doing now?Being with Chuo Man... Husband and wife respect each other like guests, raising eyebrows?

Song Zhi seemed to see such a scene in a trance, it was the old Meng Huan and Chuo Man, they had lived their whole life together, and the house was full of children and grandchildren.

That is the life Meng Huan should have.

And he himself...

Song Zhi lowered her eyes and saw the blood-stained porcelain piece, on which was the jailer's blood, now...

Song Zhi struggled to support the ground, her body was in severe pain from the beating, her legs were trembling and she couldn't use any strength, so she couldn't stand up, so she had to crawl over with hands and feet, and picked up the tile.

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