Portilia carefully held a silver coin in her hand. This silver coin was a meager reward she received after working for others for half a month, and it was also her living expenses for the next half month.

She can get two silver coins a month, but can't spend two silver coins a month. In this way, she can save one silver coins in winter and add a thick piece of clothing to herself.

Thinking of this, Portilia's cracked mouth raised slightly, she smiled with satisfaction, put the silver coins in her hand in her close-fitting pockets of her clothes that had been washed white and patched a lot of patches. After pressing carefully, she carried her own basket to the vegetable market.

In the evening, the vegetables you buy will be much cheaper because they are no longer fresh.

But just as she walked out of her impoverished home and less than ten meters away, a figure that made her hate and fear appeared more than ten meters in front of her.

The greedy man she called the Weasel, who lived nearby by bullying the old and weak, was snatched by the other party once three months ago, so she remembered it very deeply.

Is it going to be robbed again today?

Thinking of this, Portilia pursed her lips, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. No, this is what she has obtained through hard work, so she must not let the other party rob her. And if she is robbed by the other party, she will have to be hungry and full again in the next half month.

Thinking of this, Portilia lowered her head and turned to her home, trying to avoid the other party. The dilapidated home was her only choice and the only safe haven she could think of.

But just as she took a few steps back, she heard the chasing steps behind her.

Her heart tightened, and Portilia ran quickly. The distance of only ten meters was extremely long at this moment, but she still took the other party first, opened the door, returned to her home, and pushed the door up.

"Bang bang bang!" The door she was pressed against made her heart tremble under the knock of the other party, causing her heart to beat violently.

"Huh!" With a violent breath, Portilia looked at the only weapon in the kitchen at home, a kitchen knife that was often used by her.

After a trace of firmness flashed across his eyes, Portilia rushed towards the weapon in her eyes when the decaying door was kicked open by the other party.

"Bang!" She felt a little relieved when she grabbed the weapon, and then turned around and looked at the uninvited "guest".

"Get out!" Portilia threw away her weakness at this moment, showed her strong side, and pointed the weapon in her hand at the other party.

"Oh! You're so brave!" Looking at the face in front of you that was sallow due to long-term malnutrition, the weasel's greedy eyes looked for the one with a hint of teasing.

Portilia gritted her teeth, her eyebrows, which were as thin as a sword, raised slightly, and shouted coldly: "Get out!".

"Haha!" The weasel sneered and forced him to step by step. He had seen such situations too often. He was just a weak woman, but now he was just a harsh person.

But just as he took two steps towards the other party, Portilia pursed her lips, held the kitchen knife in her hand, and slashed directly over the other party.

The weasel was shocked and paused. When it was urgent, his head leaned back, but he still felt a cold light passing through his face, and then a stinging pain came from his face.

"Damn, this madman just cut his throat!" The weasel was frightened and furious, and directly held the other party's hand holding the knife, allowing him to break free. At the same time, he touched his face with his other hand, and suddenly, a bright red appeared on his fingertips.

"Damn bitch!" The weasel cursed angrily, threw away the knife in the other party's hand, and slapped Portilia in the face.

Suddenly, a dark red five-fingerprint appeared on Portilia's face. Even under the slap, blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth. As her head buzzed, Portilia's body softened and she fell directly to the ground.

"It's not good!" The weasel cursed and kicked the other party twice with his feet, causing Portilia to scream and even fainted due to severe pain.

Seeing this, the weasel grinned and reached out to search Portilia. He took out the silver coin with body temperature from Portilia's close-fitting pocket.

"Just one! Poor ghost!" He cursed, looking at Portilia, who was lying on the ground and moaning in pain, a strange look appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect this poor girl to have some material things!" Thinking of the touch when she was searching for money, the weasel smiled lewdly, put the silver coins in her hand, and directly raised Portilia, who was still in pain and weak, and walked towards the bed, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room.

Seeing this, Portilia, who was still weak all over, began to struggle. The strength was not strong, but it made the weasel feel impatient.

"Be honest!" The weasel cursed angrily, grabbed Portilia's long platinum hair, pulled up the other person's head, and pressed it on the bed. After a muffled sound, Portilia's forehead became red and swollen.

"Buzz!" Portilia, who felt that her world was beginning to rotate and blur, completely lost her defense. However, she did not cry when she foreseeed what was about to happen, because she knew it was useless.

As for death? She wouldn't even think about it! Since her mother committed suicide, she died silently and no one cared about it, she told herself that even if she was in a difficult situation, she would survive!

She was just a pity, and she had fantasized about handing over her body to a prince charming she liked.

Thinking of this, Portilia felt a sense of delusional ridicule at her.

Just then, just as Portilia felt a hint of chill from her chest. The young, strong heart to survive completely turned into a pool of stagnant water, she saw a short black hair and deep cold pool. The handsome man directly slapped the weasel beside the bed with a slap. She quickly took off her coat and put it on her, making her feel the warmth she hadn't felt for a long time.

Portilia, who had not made any noise even when facing a ***k, spoke, "Save me!".

The voice trembled, with helplessness that she hadn't noticed.
Chapter completed!