As he spoke, he leaned down and placed both of her feet on his knees.
He had taken off the leather boots of those two feet, and almost all of the white cotton socks were stained with bright red blood, which looked shocking and shocking...
"Your foot is badly injured. Let me help you go out to a hospital to bandage it..."
"Are you really the little prince of the royal family?" Cheng Liuli asked urgently, regardless of his foot injury.
"Um."
"Then why do you speak Chinese?"
"I learned from my elder sister. My elder sister likes my brother-in-law, so the royal family has a Chinese teacher since I was a child."
"Tuobang——" Cheng Liuli held the boy's hands tightly, "Can you promise me not to reveal the location of this manor or the tunnel we used to escape to anyone after we get out?"
"Sister, don't worry. As long as it's your order, I will keep my mouth shut and won't reveal any information to anyone."
"Thank you, little boy!"
Cheng Liuli took back her boots, gritted her teeth and stuffed her feet into the boots again, and then helped Tuobang stand up. As soon as the injured foot exerted force, she immediately let out a soft cry of pain.
I just kept walking and walking, and my injured foot was already numb. Now after a short rest, the heartbreaking pain came back again!
She gritted her teeth and stood up straight. At this point, it was impossible to send Tuobang back to the manor. She could only take one step at a time, get out of the tunnel first, and then find an opportunity to return the brat to the hands of the royal family.
Not far ahead is indeed the entrance to the tunnel. There is also a winch-like device at the end of the tunnel. Cheng Liuli holds on to the winch, but feels that all the strength in his body has been completely drained. He can't even use the slightest strength in his hands.
come out.
It was the little Tuobang who stretched out his hand to replace her. This little boy, who was only seven or eight years old, should have received rigorous physical training from the royal family. After walking through such a long tunnel, except for a slight breath, he didn't feel any fatigue at all.
state.
At this moment, I took the winch and clicked it three times. A certain point at the top of the tunnel began to slowly open, and a log elevator descended from the air. From the top of the stairs, I could vaguely see the sunset that had begun to set to the west.
She held the small Tuabang with one hand and walked up the log stairs, holding her forehead with the other hand to adapt to the dazzling light that suddenly entered the light from darkness.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out of the tunnel, she seemed to be struck by thunder, and she stood there in shock, unable to move again.
In the empty and solemn temple courtyard, on the quaint ground paved with bluestone slabs, more than a dozen helicopters are parked on it. The propellers behind the aircraft are still turning, driving several giant banyan trees in the temple that are as tall as the sky.
The branches were all brushed straight in one direction.
The door of the helicopter parked at the front had been opened, and in the backlight a tall man wearing a top hat was walking towards her step by step.
Behind him, as if in slow motion in a movie, countless mercenaries holding guns opened the hatches and jumped down, surrounding him in a fan shape, their guns pointing in all directions to the west...
The setting sun was like blood, and the light seemed to suddenly become dazzling, but such dazzling light could not compare to the man who seemed to be wrapped in ice.
Step by step, he came towards her direction.
So cold, hard, and ruthless, wrapped in an unparalleled sense of oppression, like a devil's terminator coming out of the darkest hell, but its body reflects a dazzling light...