Chapter 2049 Good, It's Alright

Meng Zisu screamed in fright, "Ke Yanhuai, you beast, you dare to touch me! I won't let you go!"

"Go away! Go away! Don't touch me, don't touch me—!!"

But the more Meng Zisu screamed, the more excited Ke Yanhuai became, he reached out and grabbed Meng Zisu's collar and tugged it fiercely.

Hearing the sound of "tear", Meng Zisu's shirt was torn, revealing the pink-purple apron and crystal clear skin.

Ke Yanhuai's eyes were all red, panting heavily as he looked at the girl's crystal clear and delicate skin like suet jade, he wished to bite it directly and devour the person into his belly.

Meng Zisu was full of despair, resentment, and madness, and suddenly a green porcelain vase appeared in her hand.

This porcelain vase contained the highly poisonous [Broken Heart Powder] that Xiyue had just taught them to refine. As long as it was touched a little, the spiritual power would be corroded, and the final death was extremely miserable.

She has no antidote on her body now. If she breaks the porcelain bottle, she will die with Ke Yanhuai.

However, Meng Zisu's tearful eyes were full of determination.

Even if she is afraid of death, she will not let Ke Yanhuai succeed.

Just when Meng Zisu was about to crush the porcelain bottle, a shrill scream came from above.

Immediately afterwards, Ke Yanhuai, who was pressing her and wanted to tear her clothes, was thrown out.

A pair of trembling hands grabbed the clothes, gently wrapped her, and picked her up.

Meng Zisu touched the unfamiliar man's breath, and instinctively wanted to scream and struggle.

The porcelain bottle with the broken intestine powder in his hand fell, making a crisp sound, and the poisonous mist filled the air.

Song Zhen quickly scooped Meng Zisu into his arms, and his spiritual power suddenly swept away, quickly sweeping away the poisonous mist.

However, no matter how fast Rao is, Song Zhen and Ke Yanhuai also sucked in some.

Song Zhenxiu was superb, so this poisonous mist was nothing to him, but Ke Yanhuai let out a scream, and fell to the ground with a blue face, his body twitching and shaking.

"Don't touch me, get out, don't touch me—!!"

Meng Zisu kept crying and struggling, her fingernails scratched blood on Song Zhen's face, but Song Zhen didn't realize it, hugged her tightly, and comforted her softly, "Zisu, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright. already."

"Zi Su, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you, you believe me... I will be responsible for you, I will not leave you, never..."

Meng Zisu slowly stopped crying, and a voice that she heard a long, long time ago seemed to be echoing in her ears.

"Don't be afraid...hey, don't move...you'll be fine in a while, um—! I'm sorry...I can't help it..."

"I don't know who you are... But, I will be responsible for you... I will not leave you, nor let you leave me..."

It was the low-pitched and hoarse boy who made her feel the tenderness and grief of being cared for in her despair.

It was obviously a man who met by chance and took advantage of her, but she felt inexplicably trustworthy and dependable.

Since that day three years ago, Meng Zisu's life has undergone tremendous changes. All her relatives have left her, her lover has abandoned her, and she has become alone, abandoned, reviled, and forgotten. .

But today, she felt the feeling of being cared for and pityed again, as if she was still the treasure that was held in the palm of her hand, not the garbage abandoned by the world.