The splendid "murder scene" is really not suitable to stay for a long time. If His Highness Lu Ming hadn't avoided people's eyes and ears, it is estimated that this scene has been discovered by now. However, even if it is delayed, it will not be delayed for long. The blood on the ground will soon attract Royal pursuit.
Holding on to the wounds on her body, Leng Yiyao bit her lower lip. If she didn't want to borrow a corpse to resurrect the soul in vain, the best way was to find a place with medical conditions to treat the wounds as soon as possible.
The night is getting colder and colder. The night in the desert seems to swallow people's hearts.
Leng Yiyao carefully hid herself all the way, but in the end she couldn't resist the tenderness and delicateness of this body. She finally found a shabby abandoned old house and half leaned against the wall, closing her eyes to rest.
She has no expression, her face is like water, and from a distance, she has a vaguely solemn and precious look. Although the original owner of this body is young, he is indeed very beautiful, but if this aura were seen by outsiders, they would never believe that this child who has not yet officially reached adulthood would have such an amazing temperament.
The originally silent night was suddenly interrupted by a burst of noise.
Behind his ears, there was a sudden sound of footsteps. He seemed to notice the blood on the ground and paused for a moment outside the house.
Leng Yiyao took a deep breath and listened carefully. Judging from this breath, it was the voices of two adult men.
He was in pain all over his body and had lost too much blood. If he wanted to escape quickly, he already had insufficient energy left.
She opened her eyes in disgust. This shabby body must have been fasted for several days, and she had played a killing game, and her strength was exhausted. His body felt like he was being pressed down by a huge force, unable to turn around. His low, suppressed breathing and hoarse voice sounded like the sounds of nature to someone with ulterior motives.
The door that could not be locked was quickly kicked open by a man from the outside. The man's eyes seemed to be shining with a ruthless gleam like a hound, and he quickly searched for prey in the room.
The next moment, he stared intently at Leng Yiyao's face, his whole body exuding a kind of ecstasy.
He had been feeling unbearably angry these past few days. He could bump into such a thin-skinned beauty so late at night without even wearing a veil. In a desert country, this was clearly engraved on his face. She No identity at all.
Like a fly smelling the smell of meat, he moved his eyes downwards. When he saw her clothes stained red with blood, his eyes suddenly became brighter.
Not only does he have no identity, he is probably a slave who ran away from some master's house.
In this city, although many nobles have abolished family slaves, some "gentlemen" who are used to enjoying themselves have never truly practiced democracy.
Looking at this figure, I'm afraid he's only fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe he's still a baby.
The more he thought about it, the man's breathing became heavier and heavier.
The other man following him was dressed in black coarse cloth and had an unkempt beard. At first glance, he looked like a rough man who relied on physical strength to survive. His eyes wanted to stick to Leng Yiyao's body and not move.
Naturally, she could clearly hear the loud noise made by the two men. The next moment, her fingertips moved slightly.
Unfortunately, before he could move, he felt dizzy and his whole center of gravity suddenly lost balance. She lowered her eyes, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, but remained silent.
Tonight, a noble prince died in the royal family. She was covered in blood. If she attracted others, she would be immediately taken back to the royal family and hanged.
Seeing that she didn't even have the strength to scream, the two men suddenly swallowed in their throats, like wild dogs released from a cage. They didn't have any scruples. Their rough palms immediately touched Leng Yiyao's skin, layer by layer. The layers of clothes instantly turned into rags all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, almost half of that beautiful body was exposed.
The dazzling whites, the smooth and delicate body, and the rising and falling chest suddenly stimulated the two people's faces to heat up, and their heavy breathing became faster and faster, making the surroundings feel weird.
But no one saw that at this moment, outside the house, there was another man in black robes, frowning and looking at the scene inside. Seeing that Leng Yiyao was about to be touched, he remained motionless, with only the expression on his face exposed. Those eyes showed a bit of coldness...