Roy vouched for his own adrenaline that the man in the back must have been drugged. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As for what kind of drug was given, even if he couldn't figure it out before, now that he heard the hot and wet breathing behind him, Roy understood it.

What does this mean exactly? Do you want to find a reason for her to commit suicide in shame?

Or just let her die in this brutal ravage? lest she don't want to "make a clear will with death" when the time comes, they have to waste their brains and think of other ways. Whether it's stuffy with a pillow or a rope, it doesn't look like it leaves a mark, right?

Roy thought coldly, striding up the stairs, letting the flames nearly scorch her trachea. The stairs were not long, but they were a little steep, and she had no shoes on, and her feet, which were a hundred times softer than in her previous life, were a little unaccustomed to running barefoot. It's all slowing her down. And the one in the back with longer legs than her, who was stronger than her, stepped four steps across two steps, and in an instant chased after Roy, and waved his hand violently at Roy, brushing the hem of Roy's fluttering pajamas.

But the good thing is that the stairs are over! Roy jerked onto the plane, boosted his acceleration to its peak, and rushed through the hallway window closest to the staircase.

And someone was rushing at her. The one who had stolen into her house just now had come out, and he was only a few steps away from Roy at the moment. Unlike the one chasing after Roy, the nimble movements and the inaudible breathing sound indicated that the man was awake.

The moment he touched the glass, Roy craned his neck and jerked his arms in front of him. And at this time, her fear can be said to have reached its peak: the windows are locked, she is small, and if she can't break the glass, it will be very embarrassing!

The glass shattered in response.

Although she seemed reluctant, the glass and wooden door frames still made way for Roy, and her acceleration fell to zero. With a little less strength, she would have to turn back to deal with two strong men who had worked on the farm all her life.

But no matter how reluctant she was, she still fell out of the window. The rain slapped her head mercilessly, and in just a few seconds, Roy's loose pajamas clung to her.

Not tight enough.

The hem of his pajamas was caught in someone's hand, and Roy hung in mid-air, swaying slightly from the wind and rain like a pendulum.

Heavy breathing behind him almost reached the base of his ears. The poor drugged man was desperately dragging her up, and the other was helping her.

Below her, there was darkness, but who knew if there would be more ambushes waiting for her below?

If there really is, then she took off her pajamas and ran away, but it would be really embarrassing in the literal sense.

However, the two men who were pulling her up seemed to think the same way. One of them reached out and tried to grab Roy's arm.

Roy plucked the hairpin from his head and stabbed it into the man's palm.

Unlike the last time he stabbed someone before he fell unconscious, this time, Roy clearly heard the slight creaking sound of the flesh being torn, and the touch of flesh, as if this hairpin was her eleventh finger. The warm blood snaked down the hairpin and onto her hands, where it was quickly washed away by the rain.

Compared to the sense of touch, the stimulation of Roy's ears is relatively simple and crude.

On the battlefield, soldiers whose palms have been pierced by bullets sometimes need to have their nerves cut to ensure that they do not go into shock or even die from excessive pain. From this, you can imagine how much pain this unlucky guy who was pierced by Roy is at the moment. He struggled violently, shaking Roy away. Because of his flicking, and the fact that he stumbled backwards into the man next to him, Roy's hem was finally free. Roy himself did a free fall, plunging headlong into the ground one floor below.

Suddenly the lights came on in my grandfather's and grandmother's bedroom. It was as if my grandfather was drinking and asking what was going on. The rain was rattling and very noisy. Roy lay in the muddy water and groaned, wondering if it was his own delusion.

What a fall...... It hurts.

There's no way, she's not a cat, and she really didn't have the time to adjust her landing position just now.

Fortunately, Yang's house is also a farm, and the ground outside is muddy, so she won't fall and bleed. Roy got up and limped into the rainy night, tapping the communicator on his wrist. Quickly inform Kane and Jerry to pick her up.

There was a muffled sound behind him.

However, it can also be regarded as a loud noise. The sound of water pouring down from the sky could not be concealed at all.

Roy turned his head and almost hit someone else's jaw.

Two pincer-like arms suddenly encircled Roy left and right, leaving Roy breathless like a small fish caught in the crab. The fishy breath spurted down Roy's head and neck with heavy breathing, followed by a biting kiss.

"Let go of me!"

Roy couldn't hear if he was really shouting. There was no difference between heaven and earth in the dark world, and the chaotic rain should have shot straight to the earth, but it also drew a cloud of twisted silver lines in front of her eyes, twisting together into a mess.

When she finally broke free from the chaos and everything was back to normal, the hairpin was no longer in her hands.

Her wheezing was more ragged than the man's. There seemed to be more blood in the air, and no amount of rain could wash away it.

There was a commotion coming from behind the house. The servants' quarters were alarmed and were rushing towards this side.

The main house was also noisy, as if someone was yelling, some were justifying, and some were screaming.

Roy looked down dumbfounded.

The man was lying on his back in the muddy water, and the iron arm that had been clamping Roy just now was lying softly at his sides, and there was no movement from the rain when he was beaten wildly.

Even on a rainy night, there is a little glimmer of light. At this moment, a shiny hairpin is reflecting this little bit of light, making the pitch-black self faintly show his figure in the pitch black, although the length is only one-fifth of the original.

The remaining fifth enters from the soft jaw, piercing the base of the tongue, the upper jaw, and reaching the brain.

The lights outside the main house door suddenly turned on. The soft orange light illuminated the rain and burned Roy's cheeks.

Then the people of the main house will come out. The servants are coming from the servants' room. Roy took a few steps back, lifted the hem of his pajamas, and ran into the dark rain.

There seemed to be a long scream from behind him.

What followed was an explosion of noise.

…… Now, I'm just like my father.

A wry smile of self-deprecation tipped into the corners of Roy's lips, and he moved his legs as fast as he could, running towards the trees in the distance, whether it was stone glass or something else stuck in the soles of his feet.

In the vast darkness of the night, she was the only one left.

Vaguely, two figures seemed to appear in front of him. (To be continued.) )