"I am..." Julian suddenly reacted: "Where is life and death at stake?"

Julian's plan is very good, but it must be said that the plan is not going well. Everything was normal in the morning, but the news from a bird at noon made the slave trade team nervous. At night, Suza finally knew what they were nervous about—another horse team caught up, and this horse team was not in size. Half of the Caracal Cat’s pseudomother, but well equipped and strong members, Suza almost thought they were here to rob. As a result, the leader of the second horse team was called the “brother” and the Caracal Cat leader called the leader of the second horse team "sister". ".

Relatives? But Suza would never mistake the tense situation between them, which was exactly the same as the scene where the two departments competed for a good cass.

At night, all the heads, brains, and brains were concentrated in the large tent in the center, drinking and having fun, and most of the forces in the guards of the cat and pseudo-maids were also arranged around the large tent, and the guards of the slaves were relaxed a lot.

The escape plan continues.

Suza slipped to the side of Julian's prison car. The key of the car was always hung on the waist of the pseudo-mother leader. She couldn't get the key and could only destroy it violently.

The slender girl held a metal fence in one hand and smashed it to both sides...as if breaking bread, the fence was broken out of a large hole enough for adults to enter and exit.

"What a monster!" Julian was stunned.

They fled according to the planned route. Julian thought he could do it. Who knows that the "terrible monster" moves much faster than him. Unfortunately, the person who hit her was either twisted or frozen into ice or frozen. Was burned into black charcoal.

Presuming that they had escaped far enough, the two stopped to take a breather, and Julian asked in amazement: "What kind of beast are you?"

"What about you, what orc are you?"

Julian glared at her.

"Huh? What can't you say? I just saved your life for the second time."

This cuteness pretends to be too much... Julian's bitter cold, unable to even stare.

The girl continued to ask: "What is it, tell me?" "Tell me, tell me?"

Julian was so helpless when asked, she had to say: "Well, I'll tell you, but after hearing it, you are not allowed to say a word, and you are not allowed to show any strange expressions!"

"I promise!"

"Yes…"

The girl suddenly covered his mouth, hugged him and flashed to the side of the road, rolling into the hollow of the root of an old tree.

Julian's senses were dulled a lot because of his grievance being abolished and serious injuries. It took a while before he felt the vibration of the ground and heard the sound of horseshoes and human voices coming from a distance.

Are you chasing me so soon? Julian secretly estimated in his heart, and said a series of instructions to Suza, but the girl holding him didn't move. Suza's body was stiff, and his face was very strange. For a while, there was pure fear, with tears in his eyes, and for a while, his face was distorted with grinning and grinning.

"Warcraft... Princess Mary?"

At this terrible time, the plot personality jumped out and wanted to take over the body. Suza fought hard to resist, but gradually lost support and was forced into the "membrane".

Before losing control of his body, Suza finally did two things, one was to "freeze" Julian with the ice-cold energy of the silver thread, and the other was to jump out and run desperately in the direction where the two were originally going.

About Mozhan tea time, the girl was caught up by the chasing soldiers, and a whip severely struck her slender waist, dragging her to the chasing horse. The cat **** the horse pinched the girl's chin and looked at her, with a grinning smile on her mouth.

"This is what your subordinates are talking about, my brother?"

The pseudonym chief pursed his mouth, his face is ugly.

"The face doesn't look very good." The caracal cat woman folds her body on the horse back into an amazing angle with the strength of almost breaking the girl, commenting: "The bones are soft enough, barely considered a decent snake man. ."

The pseudonym chief gritted his teeth and said, "Thea..."

"It's called'Sir Thea'!" The cat woman whipped in angrily, and burned a blood mark on the face of the pseudonymous leader. "Gris! Despicable man! Where is your respect?"

The leader of the pseudonymous caracal cat named Gris lowered his head deeply, apologized with the most submissive voice and the most humble to humble words, his forehead fell, and the shadow covered his expression.

Thea was still dissatisfied, and another whip drew it. This whip directly drew Gris away from the horse, and rolled on the ground a few times before stabilizing her body. He did not dare to stand up, and knelt directly on the ground, putting his face in the dust.

There seemed to be barbs on Thea’s whip. When swinging the whip this time, some method was used to open all the barbs. As a result, the top of the pseudonymous leader was shattered, and the part that was drawn by the whip was not No more blood stains appeared, and his entire upper body was beaten to blood by the whip.

"I want this slave girl!" Thea arrogantly announced, holding the girl's chin and asked: "What's your name?"

"Mary." The cat girl squeezed the girl thinking that her chin would just shatter like this, and the pain caused tears to swirl in her eyes, but she held it back firmly.

Thea threw her on the horseback of her entourage, and ordered: "Clean her up, Lord Nicholas will be there at the next auction. She is exactly the type that Lord Nicholas likes-before that, we can pack up this humble female slave. To see people!"

When the name "Nicholas" was mentioned, Thea's eyes showed a mixture of fear, disgust, contempt and other complex emotions. Gris, who was kneeling on the ground in the most humble posture, secretly clenched her fists and closed her eyes. A trace of yearning flashed in the middle.

"By the way, there is another male slave caught with this slave girl, right? Where is he?" Thea commanded imperiously, "Find him! Send him to my bed! Right away!"

The girl Mary, who has been trembling with Thea’s terrible fright,—let’s call the character formed in the plot as Mary for the time being—suddenly burst out with great courage at this moment, pointing at Gris and shouting: "You killed him! You—you kill. Kill him! I will kill you! Kill you!"

Mary was crying hoarse, her slender fingers pointed at Gris unwaveringly.

"Did you kill him?" Thea apparently didn't expect that Mary, who was timid at first glance, dared to lie to her face. She sneered and gave Gris another whip, yelling: "It's your disgusting'kindness' again. Hum, I haven't seen you for a few years or I haven't made any progress. Do you remember the mother's teaching? The eldest sister's whip seems to have become weak, and I finally came back. This time..." She smiled ambitiously.

"Gris, find a man who suits my preferences and send it to my bed. I don’t care if you choose from slaves or from your humble and unpromising followers. In any case, if you haven’t found it in two quarters of an hour, let me If you are satisfied, you can wash yourself and send it to my bed!" She pulled a whip, and saw Gris wince with satisfaction.

"In the past few years, I have really missed you, mother, eldest sister, younger sister...and you, my dear brother!"