After passing through a vigorous branch, she saw the rabbit stopping in front of the wisteria. The boy who had shot her with a slingshot was sitting under the White porch and crying.
He rubbed his eyes as he cried. The thin and weak little boy looked rather pitiful.
Wen Qiao walked towards her, and just as she was about to reach the wisteria rack, she suddenly lost her footing and fell down.
Number three and su CE ran over, but they couldn't stop her. Wen Qiao felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.
Fortunately, the pit wasn't deep, about three meters or so. It was the height of a floor, but she fell down without any mental preparation.
She felt a sharp pain in her body. She looked down and for some reason, there were several bloody wounds on her arm.
She had never expected that there would be such a huge trap in front of such a large mansion and on such an exquisite lawn.
What kind of bad taste did the Shen family have?
What was wrong with this family?
The pit was very deep and narrow, only able to accommodate two people at most. At this time, the light was dim, so she stood up with difficulty and reached out to support herself on the wall of the pit.
'SSSS' Wen Qiao suddenly retracted her hand. Her eyes, which had gotten used to the dim light, finally saw that there were a few small blades on the wall of the pit.
This is f * cking
So, who dug this pit? Who put these blades in there?
No wonder there were so many wounds on her arm. They were all caused by these blades.
Su CE and number three ran to the pit.
"Qiao, are you alright?"
These blades were very sharp, and Wen Qiao was actually in so much pain that she was gasping for air. But she was afraid that her uncle would be worried, so she said in a daze, " "I'm fine," she said.
"I'll come down and save you," number three said.
"Find a rope and just pull me up," Wen Qiao said.
The little boy who had been sitting and crying just now was also lying at the mouth of the pit with a smile."The 106th one."
Wen Qiao squinted at the eerie-looking little boy. "What 106?"
"You're the 106th person to fall into a trap. Most of them are girls. When they saw me crying, they couldn't bear it and ran over to comfort me."
Wen Qiao:
Was he an antisocial personality?
Why was it so dark?
"Are you sick?" Wen Qiao couldn't help but ask.
The little boy's face was a little twisted, and his eyes were gloomy. He snorted as if he had suffered a great grievance, then turned and ran away.
Wen Qiao:
Number three had already gotten the housekeeper to bring over a string of hemp rope. Number three hung the rope down and pulled Wen Qiao up on his own.
Only then did su CE see the bloodstains on her arms. There were four bloodstains on her left and right arms, and two holes in her jeans. Her legs were probably injured too.
"How did this happen?"
Unconcerned, Wen Qiao touched her arm. there were small blades around. It was a scratch. It's fine, uncle. It's just a light injury.
Su CE looked at the Butler, Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen still had a formulaic smile. little young master is mischievous. I hope miss Wen doesn't mind.
Su CE's eyes were cold as he was pulled down by Wen Qiao.
"Has ran ran always been like this?" Wen Qiao asked.
As she still needed the Shen family's help, Wen Qiao could only suppress her anger.
As for su CE, because of Wen Qiao, he had no choice but to endure.
"The young master's temper is a little strange, but he really doesn't have the intention to hurt anyone."
Wen Qiao's brows twitched. This is called not having the intention to hurt others?
Did one have to stab a knife into one's heart to be called having the heart to hurt others? It really made people speechless.
Wen Qiao glanced at the little boy who was running towards the mansion, her expression a little complicated. "Is that so?"