Brother Wen stood up and walked over to Mi Yao, then squatted down and touched her delicate, tender face, "Little beauty, don't be angry, being angry makes you less pretty. Come on, give me a smile."
"Get lost!" Mi Yao glared at him furiously.
Brother Wen was not angry, "Little beauty, I've taken a liking to you today. How about this, you stay and become my village chief's wife, and I guarantee you'll eat and drink well."
Huangfu Minxue was beside Mi Yao, and he had been knocked out. At this moment, he weakly awoke and opened his eyes to see Brother Wen touching Mi Yao. He immediately scolded in a childish voice, "Who are you? Take your filthy hands off my elder sister, or else I'll have someone cripple your hands!"
"Little boy, are you okay? Do you have any pain anywhere?" Mi Yao asked Huangfu Minxue anxiously.
