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However, her palms were completely damp, and there were big drops of sweat dripping from her forehead, and it was too much to lift her whole body with the strength of her arms, and she waited for the footsteps in her ears to be a little farther away, and finally couldn't help but gently relax her body and stick back to the ground.

But Ye Zihua was not so lucky, he didn't know why Zhong Lan was not discovered, but listening to the sound of the man getting closer and closer, his heart was about to shrink into a ball, and he was "thumping thump" in his chest.

He stiffened helplessly, and in the small space of the closet, there was no clothes to cover his body, and as long as the man opened the closet door, he could see himself at a glance. By then......

His eyes were wide open, and he was staring at the closet door, his ears pricked up to listen for the footsteps outside.

"Knock knock".

Getting closer.

Getting closer.

What should I do?

Ye Zihua's mind was chaotic, but he couldn't make any movements, not even gasping hard to vent the depression and fear in his heart, he was still looking forward to a miracle at the last moment.

"My little girl...... Show the master your poor face...... Isn't it trembling with fright...... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

The man's strange singing voice sounded again, especially terrifying in the eerie silence of the night.

"No......" Ye Zihua opened his mouth silently, he seemed to be able to feel his ending in the next second.

Sarri's hand had already touched the wardrobe doorknob, and as soon as his cold, rough palm was covered, he "giggled" and laughed.

The scream had reached his throat, Ye Zihua's pupils shrank tightly, his palm was open and contracted, and he was already planning to take out his long sword and fight to the death with the owner of the castle at the moment of opening the door.

“…… Yo. ”

There was no imaginary door opening, and there was no imaginary man's face.

Only the man's sudden chuckle was tinged with a hint of surprise.

Ye Zihua, who didn't know what was going on, had to hold his breath again and quietly listen to the situation outside the door.

It's Zhong Lan. She suddenly rolled out from under the bed as Surrey put her hands on the doorknob, staring coldly at the castle's owner, and for the first time she could see the castle's owner's face.

It is not a perverted face with a strange tone in the imagination, but an unexpectedly handsome and upright, the man holds a valuable sword in his hand, a straight and glorious military uniform, and stands in place with a rigorous posture, as if he is a knight riding on a horse and crisscrossing the battlefield, and only steel and armor can immediately swing the sword to kill the enemy. But the opposite of his decisive temperament is his frivolous and weird smile, his ice blue eyes are slightly glowing in the moonlight, like a cat's pupils, looking at Zhong Lan is like looking at a mouse that suddenly appeared, although he was a little surprised, but he still couldn't escape from his palm.

So he just gently raised the corners of his lips and outlined a perfect arc. "Cheap slave...... Welcome to meet your host. ”

Zhong Lan's pupils shrank, and without hesitation, he took out the "Lovell's Long Chain" from the package, and held the chain several meters long in the palm of his hand, pointing at the castle owner.

She didn't say a word, though her hairs stood on end.

Sarri tilted his head and chuckled. It seems that from the heart, it is extremely happy, and the passionate emotions are exposed to Zhong Lan a lot.

Zhong Lan saw the opportunity, jumped up and jumped up, flipped over from the bed, and suddenly reached the side near the door, and then smashed the long chain at Surrey, specifically picking the man's ghostly and handsome face, the long chain drove the wind, and "swished" to greet the past.

Sarri only moved slightly, and if it weren't for the sharp-eyed bell basket noticing the shaking of the corners of his clothes, he wouldn't even have thought he was moving his position. But this slight movement made him avoid Zhong Lan's strong blow, and then stretched out his red tongue and licked the corners of his lips, and then hooked a hideous arc: "Let the master punish the cheap slave!" If you get caught, you have to die! ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Lan suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly rolled sideways to the ground, but there was a "tearing" sound, and when a sharp pain came, she realized that her left arm was tightly embedded by a hook. The hook had tiny thorns on it, stuck in the flesh, and as long as she used a little strength, it was a pain in her heart.

Sarri held the other side of the hook in his hand, and raised his sword in the other hand, as if it were some kind of ritual, and shouted in his mouth: "Chop your hands, stomp your feet, drain their blood!" ”

At the same time, he pulled the hook and brutally dragged Zhong Lan straight from the side of the bed to him!

Zhong Lan, who was rapidly pulling the muscle nerve in his left arm, gritted his teeth and clung to the edge of the bed fiercely, not being caught by Sarri no matter what.

"Run—" Zhong Lan shouted in a long voice.

Gritting his teeth, he clung to the edge of the bed with all his strength, but the voice was warning: "Now is it! Come on! Run!! ”

The sudden outburst of sound came straight into the ears of Ye Zihua, who was hiding in the closet, he understood the situation when he heard the fighting outside earlier, and now he heard Zhong Lan's scolding, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he rushed out of the closet.

Sarri struck a hard blow to the back of the head, but due to Sarri's instant evasion, he only cut through the side of the castle's owner's face.

A streak of blood suddenly appeared on the pale and bloodless face, and then more blood rolled down, staining the man's side red.

He tilted his head slightly, licking the drops of blood that had slipped off his face.

The gloomy and treacherous ice blue eyes stared at Ye Zihua, as if he was looking at a dead corpse.

Ye Zihua was shocked, and in an instant, at an unprecedented speed, he rushed out, without looking at Zhong Lan, who was clinging to the edge of the bed, and rushed straight out of the door.

Zhong Lan took this opportunity to ruthlessly pull out the hook that was tangled with the flesh and blood of his left arm, ignoring the minced meat brought out by the spikes inside, and at the moment of breaking free, before Sarri even noticed him, he threw himself forward and rolled out of the door.

Then he got up in a hurry, pulled his legs and fled in the direction of Ye Zihua's escape.

"Cheap slave—" The man's voice roared out behind him.

"Slaves - I'm going to make you pay - "

"Chop your hands, stomp your feet, drain your blood! Skinning, whipping, chopping up your flesh! ”

The terrifying screams entered the ears of Zhong Lan and Ye Zihua, and the two of them seemed to be fighting each other's strength and speed, constantly moving their legs, and running towards the darkness in front of them with no end in sight!

The footsteps behind them were far and near, and they kept thinking back in their ears, and the two did not dare to look back, only by constantly running could there be a glimmer of hope.