The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief after seeing their companions catch Han Yan. They were all a little tired from running around like this, so they joked and said, "You can't have it all to yourself. I'll let the brothers have a try later."
The atmosphere in Xirong is open, and it is common for boys to be raised. At this moment, they all thought that Han Yan was a beautiful young man, so they had evil thoughts in their hearts, thinking that since he was about to die anyway, they might as well have some fun. The big man who caught Han Yan was a little farther away from them. Han Yan was already a prey with no resistance in his heart, so he was unprepared. He knelt down and untied Han Yan's clothes with a lewd smile. Han Yan was frightened again and again. Back away. Seeing her like this, the big man was even more tempted. Han Yan staggered and crawled behind her. The others seemed to be watching this scene with great interest. The big man even laughed and was happy to play with her. It was a game of catching mice, so he chased him calmly. Han Yan was panting. Seeing that she was done playing with her, the big man laughed evilly and leaned forward to tear off her clothes. Unexpectedly, when he saw this fair boy, a chill flashed in his dark eyes, and then he felt a pain in his left eye, and blood suddenly spread.
"Ah..." The shrill cry frightened the birds in the forest. The others were surprised by this sudden change, but they saw Han Yan holding a plum blossom thorn dripping blood in one hand, with a cold look in his eyes. .
The big man was covering his left eye, blood oozing out from between his fingers. He never dreamed that this helpless young man would suddenly give him such a blow, blinding his eye. Without giving him time to recover, Han Yan turned sideways and kicked him. The big man screamed and fell into the abyss.
Just now, she had gone through so much trouble to lure the man to the edge of the cliff quietly, just to be sure. Chai Jing once said that killing people does not matter what method is used. The important thing is to kill him with confidence.
She put the bloody plum blossom thorn into her sleeve, bent down to pick up the big knife that the big man had dropped, and looked at the person in front of her coldly.
Even if you die, you still have to find a few backers. Her eyes were stern, her clothes were spattered with blood, and some of it splashed on her face, but it made her face whiter and whiter. The shocking red and pure white reflected together, creating a different kind of thrilling feeling. On the edge of the cliff, she was alone, holding a big knife, and the wind blew her hair. Only the girl did not move, did not need to, did not run away, did not scream, like a life-seeking Shura from hell.
For a moment, no one dared to act rashly.
Perhaps one person seemed to see it clearly at this time: "This is a woman!"
The others took a closer look and were all surprised and confused. If this was a woman, then the Grand Prince was not her. Who is this woman
"Who are you?" one of them asked.
Han Yan suddenly raised her head and laughed. She had never laughed so arrogantly in her life, because she knew that even if these people knew that she was not the prince, they would not spare him. He would even catch her and ask about the prince's whereabouts. Of course she wouldn't say it, not only for the prince, but also for Zhuang Hanming. Since you can't escape death no matter what today, what's the point of being polite to these people
"I am the crown prince," she said.
Her actions were calm, calm, and unhurried. Even these desperadoes have never seen such a woman in their entire lives. She clearly looks like a girl, so petite, but she behaves like an adult who has experienced everything in the world, cunning, smart, and ruthless. However, there is a noble temperament revealed invisibly, which is awe-inspiring and inviolable.
who is she
They already believe that the girl in front of them is not an ordinary person, and may even be a member of the royal family. Thinking that they were manipulated by this little girl, and even lost many of their companions, they became angry, so they shouted: "Then you will die!" After that, he rushed forward with the knife.
At the same time, the prince in the cave shivered nervously, and the sound of footsteps came from outside again. There seemed to be even more people than before. He glanced at the unconscious Zhuang Hanming, wondering if he and he could make it together. After escaping the disaster, Zhuang Hanyan used his own life to find a way out for them, but this way out didn't look smooth either. Thinking of Zhuang Hanyan, he only felt sour in his heart. Uncle Wang would definitely be sad if he knew about it.
While he was thinking, the footsteps were approaching. The prince gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with despair.
One hand pushed aside the weeds in front of the cave.
The sky seemed to be getting darker, and the icy wind poured in through the entrance of the cave. The prince felt that his whole body was being attacked by the cold, and his teeth were chattering with the cold. But there was such a word accompanying the wind: "It's me."
Suddenly warm.
As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, the prince felt that his heart that had been holding him was relieved instantly: "Uncle Wang!"
Fu Yunxi patted his back comfortingly, her eyes fell on Zhuang Hanming who was aside, and when she spoke again, it was bone-chillingly cold: "Where is she?"
"who is she? The prince naturally knew that Fu Yunxi was talking about Zhuang Hanyan. After gritting his teeth, he raised his head and tremblingly pointed in a direction: "That way."
Without saying a word, Fu Yunxi immediately ordered a few guards to protect the prince and got on his horse.
"Uncle Wang!" The prince suddenly called him from behind. Fu Yunxi turned her head. The little prince's eyes were hesitant, with a hint of hope: "She is still alive, right?"
Fu Yunxi said nothing, silently waving his whip, and the horse galloped away. The man in white on the horse had eyes as calm as water, but his tightly pursed lips betrayed his emotions.
Zhuang Hanyan, you must live.
On the cliff, there was a smell of blood and filth. Two of the seven people were already dead. The eight-foot tall man was struck by a big knife from the girl who had not even grown hair. I have never seen such a desperate girl. Calling her a girl is a bit too much. When the clothes that were in the way were thrown away, the thin body wrapped around her was clearly just a child. But why do they have such bloodthirsty eyes? It seems like they are all just dead people.
In the thrilling confrontation, Han Yan was already scarred. When a big man saw that she was weak, he gave her a heavy blow from behind. As if his whole heart began to tremble, Han Yan fell heavily, and the blood was like mist. She struggled to stand up, but immediately someone kicked her in the knee. His legs softened and he knelt down. She raised her head, her face was covered in blood, but she still looked like her usual sweet and sweet self.
In this world, life is the last thing that can be decided by others. A sarcastic smile emerged from the corner of Han Yan's mouth, and she worked hard every step of the way, but she still couldn't escape a certain death. This was because God was against her, so why give her a chance to be reborn! She hated, hated the injustice of God, and hated those who harmed her. But now, is he really going to die? With the few moves Chai Jing taught and her overwhelming momentum, she finally killed two people, but she showed no mercy at all.
(End of chapter)