Chapter 987: Despair (6)
"Little sister..." The moment Qian Xiaoyun saw her sister knocked unconscious, she struggled wildly and screamed as if she had lost her mind, but she couldn’t break free from Lao Hei’s grip. Desperation filled her mind, and suddenly the face of Yang Ruxin flashed before her eyes. She couldn’t help but cry out, "Xinxin, I’ve let you down..." Suddenly, she lifted her head and fiercely headbutted Lao Hei’s forehead, harboring thoughts of mutual destruction.
Taken by surprise, Lao Hei was momentarily dazed. Seizing this opportunity, Qian Xiaoyun finally managed to struggle free. She bit her tongue fiercely to keep from passing out, then swiftly scooped up her little sister and ran. Even if it meant death, she couldn’t allow herself and her little sister to be defiled by them, nor would she let them squander the silver they’d earn by selling their bodies.
"You damn girl, stop..." Qian Baoshun was stunned when he saw this—it was like the silver was running away. He hurriedly pursued, and Lao Hei, having regained his senses, followed suit. That was his silver, too.
Qian Damao and Qian Lishi saw this and also joined the chase.
Qian Xiaoyun was already injured, and although Dao Xuzi had helped her to recuperate, there hadn’t been enough time. Plus, her legs were injured. So as she carried her sister to the edge of the village, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
Qian Xiaoyun’s fall jolted her sister awake: "Big sister?"
"Little sister, run..." Qian Xiaoyun couldn’t stand up because of the pain in her legs. "Go to Dapu East Village and find Yang Ruxin. She will take you in. If you stay, they will sell you off. Run..."
"Big sister, you..." Qian Xiaoyun’s sister was a bit stunned, but seeing the people catching up behind them, she quickly got up and helped Qian Xiaoyun. "Let’s run together."
"Where do you think you’re running?" At that moment, Lao Hei caught up and grabbed Qian Xiaoyun, "I paid silver for you. Since you’re so disobedient, I’ll just take care of business right here..." Without caring for the bitter cold, he started to tear at Qian Xiaoyun’s clothes.