A good show is being staged in the stables of the "Salty Squid" hotel outside Crescent City, and the drunkard Jonathan squeezes into the crowd to watch the excitement. They heard that Cclifford had captured a girl who claimed to be the princess of Midsummer, which greatly hurt the fragile nerves of Ccliffor and his companions. In the past month, the word "princess" has been very annoying, I heard that the princess chopped up her mother, and also conscripted troops everywhere, and imposed tariffs, phew, women should not touch politics, they only deserve to open their thighs for the fun of men, just like what the noble "princess" is doing now.

The fierce battle in the stable, the big man Cass had just finished his work, clumsily put on his one-legged pants that only giant elephants could wear, Cass was quite rich, but he loved vanity and wanted to learn to ride a horse and hunt, but when crossing a small ditch was his big stallion in estrus and broke his leg, the wound quickly suppurated and necrotic in the middle of summer, and finally the village doctor had to amputate his leg, I don't know if the doctor's eyes were wrong or his thing was too small, the doctor did not cut off his life, Now it can finally prove its existence. It was Ed's turn to be the "strong man", he grinned and walked towards the screaming girl, Ed's nickname was the opposite of himself, this guy was skinny, short and sloppy, and the onlookers began to heckle and laugh at Ed for being an incompetent, his own wife was as fat as a sow, but she had never given off a piglet, so the embarrassed Ed attacked the girl more violently and violently.

Jonathan, the drunkard, felt that the time was almost up, and he walked up to the group of men, patted this one on the back, and put his hand on the other's shoulder, as he seemed quite close to them, while several collapsed and bulging money bags fell into his pocket. But just as he stretched out his hand to the next person, a hand suddenly bit his wrist, "Ha! It turned out to be you! He looked up and met two fierce glances, the ugly face of Cleaver the Bunny, with wide lips. Jonathan, the drunkard, began to shiver, and a chill pierced the summer night sky, through the cacophony of laughter, name-calling, the cries of girls, and the neighing of donkeys and horses, and into his head—it was over, I was going to lose my other hand.

Jonathan's arrest sparked a riot, and people rushed around him. The main reason for the increasingly difficult business is the turbulence of the times, and the secondary reason is that things are often lost here, and it is believed that Cliver will soon use Jonathan's hand as a fly swatter.

At this moment, the girl under Ed suddenly raised her hands to choke his slender neck, her mouth continued to scream, as the force on her hand, the scream became more and more high-pitched and mournful, and after a while Ed lost consciousness, before he closed his eyes, he saw the girl untie the rope that bound her feet, turn over and jump up like a cat, and turn and melt into the darkness.

I'm the dividing line*******

Vanessa ran forward frantically, she just wanted to escape from what had just happened. Maybe as long as I run fast, those hellish memories won't catch up with me.

There was no road ahead, and she was running towards the unknown forest, the ground was potholed, full of cracks, and slippery, rough stones tormented her ** feet. She stepped on something sharp, a stone or a clay pot shard, and the pain made her want to scream. No. I can't stop, I'm going to leave them all behind, I don't want to see any living faces, I don't want to go back to that place.

Vanessa gradually lost her strength and stumbled up a hill, the soles of her feet were wet, and there was a burning pain that kept coming from her, and she couldn't stop, she didn't think, nothing had happened. She continued to walk forward, and began to fall continuously, her arms and cheeks cut by some low branches, and she stepped through the mud and cow dung, bleeding, trembling, and staggering. All sorts of gimbled sounds began to come from my ears.

"You're a princess? Then I'm the Prince of Neverwinter! Cleaver laughed loudly.

"Look at her virtue, she only has a dirty pajamas all over her body, where does she look like a princess?" The strong man Ed stared at his cloudy eyes, "It's like a farmer who raped a maid's crazy daughter." ”

"Come on, let's get a taste of what the princess tastes like," Severed Arm Don spewed out the breath of ** onion, "Are there any young prostitutes in Crescent City?" ”

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahaha"

……

Vanessa fell to the ground again.

No, it's not. I have come back to return to my country, and I am going to take a difficult and dangerous path, for which I have no doubt that my future can be tortured and there can be death, but I will not be raped or ravaged in the plan! In that place called "Da Zhou", I learned the scheming and contingency of the world, but I was pale in the face of any power tricks in the face of the mob; I have powerful magic, but it doesn't work until it's life-threatening, and all I have is a joke, a ridiculous, boring joke.

"Prostitute," a voice screamed. "Slut," another voice screamed, "garbage." ”

No, God knows I'm not. Don't go on any further, please. The horrible words echoed in Vanessa's ears, as harsh and cruel as the drums of war, and she felt her throat dry and her head swollen, and she pulled her hair wildly, and sat down on a rock, which was dark and cold.

Solanda, look at the good things you've done! Uncontrolled conscription and increasing heavy taxes, you have only been the queen for a month, and you have turned the country of midsummer into a country of mobs, and if we continue like this, we will all die without a place to bury, I can't let you be willful and ruin the creation of my mother and fathers.

I don't know how long it took, it started to rain in the sky, Vanessa struggled to her feet, and continued to walk, if the mob was looking for her, the rain-soaked dirt would reveal her whereabouts, Vanessa quickened her pace. Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going to rush to Wangfeng Harbor overnight, and from there I'll take a boat to the Land of Wine Valley and find my second fiancé, oh my God, why is he just a second son, can the second son lend me soldiers? Can the second son help me reclaim Winterfell?

Reclaim Winterfell. The thought startled Vanessa, and it even made her forget the humiliation she had just suffered, and was completely attracted to it. Once upon a time, she focused on watching Game of Thrones, where those at the pinnacle of power were led by a huge force to climb to the top and fall, and the audience below applauded and cheered, and one upstart after another rose and appeared before being replaced by successors, who gambled their lives and those of others to play exciting and cruel games. Vanessa has never liked that game, she has been hiding for four years, but she has returned to the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion, after all, she has not been able to evade her responsibility, and now it is her turn to be in the center of the storm, I don't know where this game will lead, but one thing is certain, she will be like a fishbone pierced into Solanda's eyes, and the ending of the game is destined to be very different from what Solanda originally envisioned. And if this goal is to be achieved, it must first start by retaking Winterfell.

There was a soft "whoosh" in the air, and something flew towards Vanessa through the curtain of water droplets, and she was too focused on thinking to dodge, but the arrow was not intended to kill her, but to nail it into the trunk of a tree beside her. Vanessa immediately stopped her steps and lowered herself and hid herself in the dark woods, no, I don't want to see any living faces, I don't want to go back to that place. Not only could she not tell the direction, she didn't even know where she was, and the overwhelming despair pressed against her, making her almost faint.

The sound of footsteps, mixed in the rain, was light but could be distinguished as a person's feet stepping on the soft mud and hurrying forward, without the light of torches and cursing, and he was coming from opposite him, it should not be the group of rabbits, Vanessa relaxed slightly. She moved slowly, trying to hide in a nearby hollow in a tree, but as soon as she moved, a second arrow followed, this time in the dirt only half a yard away from her. In the dark, Vanessa fumbled for the arrow and held it in her hand, ready to fight with the person opposite, she didn't want to go back to the stables of the "salty squid", let alone fall into the hands of any person, if necessary, she wanted to use the arrow to finish herself off and start over.

The footsteps were already in front of her, Vanessa was about to surprise the enemy, she raised her feather arrow from the bottom to the top, pulled out a swift flower of death, "click", the person seemed to be prepared, gold and iron intersected, Vanessa's feather arrow broke in response to the sound - a pale young man in a torn leather tunic stood in front of the princess.

Thank God for not being a bunny.

The young man glanced at Vanessa, trying not to look at her nakedness, then grabbed her wrist like a willow in the breeze and shook off the broken arrow, lifted the crook of her leg with the other hand, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the way from which she had come.

Vanessa kicked and punched him like crazy, punched and kicked him, screamed at him, but it didn't work, the young man's hand holding her back pressed hard between the third and fourth vertebrae, and a tingling hit, Vanessa's hands suddenly hung limply at her sides, like two freshly salvaged lotus roots. The raindrops fell mercilessly on the princess's equally pale face, slippery, no, I don't want to see any living face, I don't want to go back to that place. But she couldn't help but open her eyes to see the young man, who had a short, square face, two sharp blue eyes between his high nose and tangled brows, his short thick and messy brown hair was soaked with rain, and the rain was dripping on the blackened cooked leather vest, and his shoulders were patched with deerskin, and his bow hung diagonally on the shoulder at the other end, and the part that exposed his shoulder turned out to be a cold and shining blade, which seemed to have cut off the feathered arrow in his hand just now.

The man was a hunter, and Vanessa suddenly understood that he was hunting and that she was his prey. She remembered another night, when the scrawny bald monk was hanging from a tree branch with his head and feet on his feet, and Erzhang was using the corpse as an arrow target, the dead man's eyes pierced, and the attendants around him shuddered in cheers. Which tree will I be hung on, and how many arrows will I have to die of? Vanessa closed her eyes weakly, no, I don't want to see any living faces, I don't want to go back to that place. The warm liquid trickled down the corners of the eyes, burrowing into the dirt with countless raindrops and disappearing. As the young man's steps ebbed and fell, the princess, who had been running all night, was finally crushed by nervousness and exhaustion, and she leaned on the shoulders of the archers and gradually fell into a darker sleep

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