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A few minutes ago.

Anson walked to the corner of the camp with a bowl of broth. This is the edge of the fire, and the cold air swells in the darkness, and it is barely possible to see through the sparse starlight. The snow has not been cleared either. Anson was deep and shallow, and finally found Anton Jia, who was tied to the stump by the five flowers. Becoming a captive doesn't know if it's her luck or misfortune, Eshu originally planned to kill her, but Kia thinks that he should be able to pry some information about the movements of the Misty Mountain raiding army from her, and insists on keeping her alive.

Hearing the footsteps, Anton Jia raised her head and glared at the figure standing in front of her: "What are you doing?" Have you finally made up your mind to cut off my head? She was covered in snow and looked a little sluggish, but her tone was still very rushed.

"Give." Anson handed the bowl to Anton. The rich soup ripples slightly, and a warm white mist rises. Since becoming a captive, Anton Jia has not eaten a single thing. The slightly fishy smell of flesh rushed into her nostrils fiercely, and her throat couldn't help but stir, and the unprecedented hunger pang turned over the sea in the empty stomach. She glanced at Anson suspiciously, "What do you mean?" Decapitated rice? ”

"No, it's just an ordinary bowl of broth, for you." Anson said, handing the bowl forward a little more.

Anton didn't pick it up—in fact, she couldn't. "How do I drink?" She struggled for a moment, signaling to Anson that his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't hold the bowl.

Anson was stunned, but then he was overwhelmed. Help Anton Jia loosen his bonds? He wasn't naïve enough to that extent. But then he was caught in a dilemma. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, the night's freezing air digging into the gap between his glove and his wrist, and he could feel the temperature of the broth running out quickly, but he couldn't do anything.

"What are you struggling with?" Antonjia looked at Anson inexplicably, "Can you just feed me?" ”

"Ahh Anson was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't care much, and half-crouched down to bring the bowl to Antonjia's mouth. Anton Jia grabbed the edge of the bowl like a glutton, greedily sucking the broth that had turned cold, and the sound of the soup rolling down his throat was extremely loud. Anson could barely keep up with her swallowing, the bowl stood higher and higher in his hand, and finally it was almost parallel to Antonjia's face, but not a drop of broth leaked from Antonjia's mouth.

A bowl of broth bottomed out, Anton Jia sighed contentedly, leaned on the stump of the tree relaxed, closed his eyes, and licked his oily lips from time to time. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Anson was finally able to take a closer look at this opposite sex from the Misty Mountains. The mercenary who had canceled him earlier summed up the woman of the Misty Mountains quite brilliantly. The bitter cold of the Northland left an indelible mark on her body. She is not good-looking, she can even be said to be ugly, but there is a wild heroic spirit between her eyebrows. This is very different from the female adventurers Anson has seen before roaming the Pander continent. The best of them are just as heroic and wild. However, they originally grew up in the civilized world, and their heroism and wildness were tempered in the flames of war, like the original warm jade stone was sharpened out of the edges and corners. But Anton Jia is not jade, and there is no trace of being nurtured by the Pande civilization from her, only an innate wildness, which gradually grows sharp claws in the long struggle against the harsh living environment. She's really not good-looking, but this wildness makes her very attractive. Anson thought.

"Hey, the soup is over, what are you still doing here?" Anton Jia opened his eyes and asked unceremoniously.

"Why did you attack us?" Anson scratched his head and asked.

Anton Jia glared at Anson: "You're not a raven, are you?" ”

"What raven?"

"It's the Ravenstonians, and their king painted ravens on huge blue cloth, so that's what the tribe calls it." Antonjia explained impatiently, "The ravens would not ask such a stupid question. They call us raiding squads, and they attack you, of course, to steal food. It's just that I didn't expect to run into a hard stubble. She spat hard into the snow, "I shouldn't have come out with my dad if I knew I wouldn't have done it." ”

"Oh......" Anson didn't know what to say. He noticed that Anton Jia was looking at the long sword hanging from his waist with a good eye, and subconsciously opened his hand to block it: "What to do?" ”

"You're supposed to be a great fighter, right?" Anton Jia retracted his gaze and asked casually.

"I'm trying to become a knight!" Anson straightened up, but didn't answer the question.

"Knights? Is it a knight like the dragon knight of the raven? So you must have killed a lot of people, right? ”

"This-" Anson was dumbfounded, and the logic of the other party equating the knight with the murderer was simple and crude, and he was a little overwhelmed. "Of course not! Why do knights have to kill a lot of people? ”

"I heard from my father that those dragon knights weren't knights at first, they were originally called dragon warriors dragon ashigaru. When he killed many people, he rode on a horse and became a dragon knight. Anton replied as a matter of course, "Daddy said it, and it's the same in other places." ”

"That's not the case!" Anson choked on a puff of white mist and argued, "A knight doesn't have to kill a lot of people, and he doesn't even have to be very powerful, as long as there is—"

"So, aren't you amazing?" Antonjia's eyes lit up and interrupted Anson, "You just have to admit it earlier." I said, how can a powerful warrior be as mother-in-law as you. ”

"What does it matter?"

"Absolutely." In Anson's stunned eyes, Antonjia easily broke free from the ropes on his upper body—no, those ropes were actually too loose to be quite suspicious. It's just that because the surroundings are so dim, Anson doesn't notice it. And now, his whole being is exposed to the attack range of Anton Jia, who has liberated half of his body. He wanted to resist, but as soon as he held the hilt of his sword, he was hit in the lower abdomen by Anton Jia's punch. Anson had only time to let out a painful scream before he collapsed in the snow.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't kill a lot of knights." Anton Jia grinned as he snatched the sword from Anson's hand and cut the rope that bound his legs and feet, "You've really helped me a lot. "Mobile phone users, please browse m. to read, a better reading experience.