She took the arrow away and threw the remaining half back into the grass.
Not long after, the horn sounded, but it was Han San who gave the order and began to gather people. After looking around, she saw that the people hiding around had disappeared long before her master left. Then she smiled and headed towards the place where the sound came from.
If she hadn't been sure that the people around her had left, she would never have taken action without any scruples.
In the loneliness of the night, Han San took them all back. This trip caused twenty people, including her, to suffer various injuries.
"Cough cough cough..." A jailer kept coughing while escorting them back to the prison.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?" Han San asked casually.
The jailer named Lao Er was a young man in his early twenties. Lan Shengxue had seen him in this prison before, and he was also a very familiar person. He often brought them meals. Over time, she remembered him.
This person.
The second child coughed twice, his cheeks were reddish and his voice was hoarse, "I'm feeling cold. It's a bit cold tonight..."
"Everything will be settled after waiting. After the inspection, you can go back and rest, so as not to get worse tomorrow and affect the guards." Han San suggested.
The second child nodded and responded.
Immediately, their outer clothes were taken off. After returning to the cell, she sat in a corner and took out the broken arrow she had just taken back from her arms.
At this time, it was late at night. Everyone else was injured and tired, so they all fell asleep.
She is the only one who is very sober. Today is the day she plans to leave. I don’t know if it will go smoothly...
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In the deep black hall, there is a tall wooden barrel filled with water. In the center of the hall, next to the barrel, there is a square table with four jade bowls placed on it. The bowls are filled with blood.
The man was soaking naked in the wooden barrel. The water was clear and clear, with a layer of white petals floating on it. When the man drank the water, a stream of water flowed along his fingers and spread out in all directions.
The door of the main hall opened with a creak, and a man came in from the outside. It was Xiu Feng.
"Master, are you ready?" Xiu Feng glanced at the man in black robe, touched the water temperature, and found that it was just right.
The man's purple eyes were shining with beautiful light. There were still three water-blue crystals stuck to the corners of his eyes, dotted with them, like a demon in the dark night. "Today is really not fun at all." He seemed like
He was talking to himself, and there was a slight dissatisfaction in his words.
Those prisoners were very rigid and had no murderous intent at all. This kind of hunting was really the lowest level. I was really out of breath today and actually thought about exercising in the middle of the night.
Xiu Feng seemed to have figured out the man's temper a long time ago. He smiled slightly, brought a clean towel, and put it on the barrel in case the master would use it later. "Master, you didn't come up with this yet."
No way, if you say this now, aren't you blaming yourself?"
The man hummed, closed his eyes and leaned on the edge of the barrel. His two wheat-colored arms rested lightly on the edge of the barrel, and he said lightly, "Bring those four bowls of blood. After tonight, we will
I'm relieved...I can live in peace for a while."
After hearing this, Xiu Feng walked to the square table and brought four bowls of blood.