She wants to escape, she wants to change everything terrible in her dreams, she wants to control her own destiny!

The sunlight pouring down from the cracks in the trees illuminated Yan Minglan's stubborn and resolute face.

"Eh, you see, isn't that a little girl? Hahaha, God help me! ”

I don't know who shouted, and then a group of voices responded, Yan Minglan didn't even dare to turn back, gritted her teeth and ran forward.

Can't stop, as long as she stops, she's definitely a dead end!

As the sky darkened, the vision in front of him became blurred, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

It was also mixed with laughter and scolding, which sounded as terrifying as a poisonous snake in Yan Minglan's ears.

Yan Minglan clenched her teeth and ran forward with all her might, but she suddenly tripped over the tangled roots under her feet, her delicate palm rubbed the skin, and she didn't dare to say anything at all, and when she looked back, there was actually a cave!

Probably because of the lush greenery covering the entire entrance of the cave, it looks like a moss-colored stone wall, and if you don't look closely, you won't be able to find the entrance!

She ran in with her back against the damp cave wall, clutching her mouth and nose tightly, for fear that the sound of her heavy breathing would lure the villagers over.

The villagers searched around and found nothing, muttering something unclean as they promised to come back tomorrow.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, but Yan Minglan fell to the ground like a snake with her vertebrae removed, curled up, trying to warm herself with her body heat.

After a long time, she stood up, wiped away the tears that had wet her face for some time, and turned back to take a good look at the cave, but found that there was a person lying on the straw mat over there.

- A man who still seemed to be breathing, but was very weak.

The cave that has not seen the light of day all year round is even darker because of the sky, Yan Minglan carefully took out the fire fold that was dried by body temperature from her arms, took two steps forward, and looked at the person by the dim candle flame.

The candle flame shone on the whole cave and on the man, clearly.

The man's face was pale, his lips were dry and oozing blood, his golden curled hair was stained with blades of grass, his seemingly luxurious clothes had been torn to tatters, his muscular chest had not risen or fallen much, and the blood stains on his waist and abdomen had dried up, and even stained the straw mat under him red.

He is not a native of the country.

Yan Minglan frowned, clenched her silver teeth, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the fire fold, as if she was thinking about a very important matter. But after a long time, she sighed again: "That's it......"

Sighing like this, she seemed to admit her fate, half-knelt down, "stabbed", tore off a strip of cloth from her clothes, and bandaged the man according to the technique she learned in Lang Zhong at that time.

Probably because of the pain, the man kept frowning, humming and chirping in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying, and waving his hands wildly. Yan Minglan didn't notice it, but he was hit in the arm, and immediately shouted: "Don't move!" ”

The cave was empty, and Yan Minglan's voice stumbled on the mountain wall, echoing in the ears of the two of them, stabbing people's ears and causing pain, but it pulled the person's consciousness back.

He opened his eyes slightly, and his pupils reflected the firelight, which made his eyes even deeper. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was an earth-shattering cough.