Seeing the wretched appearance of these four followers, Shen Wan was so disgusted that she almost vomited.
"Go away, don't come here."
A follower grabbed the firewood stick in her hand, took the firewood stick out of her hand, threw it aside, and reached out to pick off Shen Wan's clothes.
"Ah... get out of here." Shen Wan grabbed the lapel of her clothes and kicked the attendant who was taking off her clothes. But she was not strong enough, so the kick did not hurt at all.
With her current strength, there was no way she could protect her clothes. Two followers each grabbed one of her hands and pulled off her clothes, revealing a close-fitting tube top and a large area of snowy skin. Because she was curled up when she was beaten just now, so the front was not injured.
When the four followers saw it, they immediately swallowed their saliva.
Shen Wan was desperate. She closed her eyes and yelled with all her strength: "Song Heng, save me."
She didn't know why she called Song Heng to save him when she was most desperate. She opened her mouth and called out Song Heng's name.
"Hahahaha..." Murongde laughed and said, "Are you afraid? Even if you scream and break your throat, no one will come to save you."
"Bang..." Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the house, and Murongde's laughter stopped abruptly.
He was standing up and turned around to go to the door to see what was going on. A tall man appeared in front of him. Before he could see who it was, he was punched by the man. Hit between the two, the bridge of the nose was suddenly broken and blood spurted out.
"General Song" saw clearly who was coming. The four followers were so frightened that they quickly tied their belts.
Seeing Shen Wan sitting against the firewood, covered in blood and disheveled clothes, Song Heng was about to go crazy. With red eyes, he pulled out the sword from his waist and gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You deserve to die."
In the eyes of those four followers, he looked like the God of Death who wanted to take people's lives.
"General Song, please spare your life. Our young master asked us to do this, and we haven't done anything yet!" The four followers quickly threw the blame and begged for mercy.
"Song... Heng?" Shen Wan looked at the man in mysterious clothes standing in the house with a confused face. It was the sunset, and the afterglow of the sun shone into the yard. He stood against the light, and the golden afterglow The light shone on him, making him look like an earthly god.
Could she be hallucinating? How could Song Heng appear here?
"Wan'er" Song Heng felt a dull pain in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, took off his cloak and put it on Shen Wan.
Shen Wan tilted her head and looked at Song Heng, and touched Song Heng's face with her blood-stained hand. Feeling the warmth of his skin, she smiled weakly and said, "It's not an illusion." Suddenly, she saw One of Murongde's followers was throwing a handful of medicinal powder at them.
"Careful, hold your breath."
Song Heng quickly held his breath, and when he looked back, a lot of the powdered medicine fell on his face.
He frowned, swung the long sword in his hand, and the follower who had spread the powder was directly scratched in the abdomen, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with a dead look in his eyes.
Song Heng wiped the powder on his face with his sleeve, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. He held the sword and looked at Murongde and the others coldly as they stood up. However, less than two seconds after he stood, his whole body was full of murderous intent. If you feel weak, fall back.
He leaned forward and knelt on one knee with his sword on the ground. He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but it was obviously in vain. He only felt that his vision was getting blurry.
"No, I can't fall. If I fall, what will happen to Wan'er?" Song Heng said in his heart. He grabbed the sword with his left hand. His palm was cut by the blade and blood flowed out. The pain made him wake up.
He was a little tired, but his body was already weak.
"What should I do now?" The attendant looked at Murongde in fear and asked.
While Murongde wiped the blood, he looked at Song Heng, who was kneeling on one knee but still did not fall down. He was still looking at him with murderous eyes. After thinking for a moment, he said one word: "Burn."
Anyway, he absolutely cannot let Song Heng leave alive. If he leaves alive, they will die, so Song Heng and this bitch must die. Although Song Heng was drugged, he did not fall down, and they did not dare
If they get into his body, if he gives them a sword, they will become the second dead person in this woodshed.
Burning this yard can also destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. In order to prevent others from coming, they have to burn this place quickly.
One of the attendants took out a fire stick from his arms. After blowing out the flames, he threw the fire stick into a pair of dry grass that made the fire. The dry grass quickly ignited as soon as it came into contact with the fire.
Murongde and the others quickly retreated and locked the door of the woodshed.
The woodshed was filled with thick smoke, and Shen Wan coughed violently.
"Song Heng, can you move?" she asked, looking at Song Heng who was already striking the ground with his sword.
Song Heng gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but as soon as his knees straightened up a little, he fell to the ground. The drug was so overbearing that he held his breath. He didn't inhale much before he became like this.
Vice appearance.
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