"No!"
Ye Xiaobei kept telling herself in her heart that she could not bow in front of the evil forces. She wanted to be brave and strong. However, she did not have the courage to watch her leg being broken. At the moment when the stick fell, she could not help but close her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the expected pain did not come, but there was a murmur that was not so clear as if someone was trying to endure the pain.
She opened her eyes and saw that it was Fu Chuanbao who was on her leg. His lips were still bleeding.
Little boy's skin was pale, and his lips were scarlet, which made him look more frightened.
"How are you, Fu Chuan?"
Ye Xiaobei looked at Fu Chuan anxiously. Today, he was wearing a white washed gray T-shirt. She could see clearly that there was a clear bloodstain on his back, which dyed his clothes red.
"Fu Chuan..."