"No—"

Although the girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old, she also understands some things-

The father let out a few "gurgling" snorts from his throat and fell to her feet, and her wrist was firmly grasped by the man in front of her, and she couldn't move at all, and the next thing seemed to be doomed-

If the knights had followed the normal script, a young and handsome knight would have appeared beside the maiden, and the knight drew his sword and stood guard before her, and righteously rebuked the thugs, and, in the name of justice, gave a holy judgment—

It may take ten seconds, or a little longer, for the knight to fight with the mob, and it will take them all to be killed.

However, the reality is always more cruel than hope.

On this night in Ensada, there was no such knight by her side.

There were only hideous ugly faces in front of her, and the tragic fate that fell on the girl seemed to be doomed, and she had guessed what was about to happen, but at this moment, fate did not make her succumb-

Almost under the noses of this group, the girl forcibly bent down and pulled back the knife from her father's corpse, her wrist still firmly grasped by the man, but at this time, the arm was twisted like a twist out of shape—

The girl exploded with all her potential at this life-and-death moment, her muscles snapping bones, and her other hand held the knife, slicing towards her wrist with all her strength. The man who grabbed her was caught off guard, and all the thugs who entered the room could see several fingers broken in two falling from the light of the knife, and not only that, but also by the knife and the girl's palm and small half of the arm!

Blood rushed and blurred vision.

The intense pain made the man who grabbed the girl couldn't help but snort loudly, his heart instantly became extremely angry and crazy, he tried to grab the girl's hair, but under the anger, his steps were a little unsteady and fell, the girl looked at the group of thugs hatefully, she quickly retreated, and then jumped off the windowsill regardless of it-

All the thugs saw was a pair of red, tear-filled eyes sweeping over each of their faces, and when they arrived, they did not expect to meet such a fierce girl!

Some froze, others reacted quickly, shouting and roaring frantically:

"Catch her!"

"Don't let this little bitch run away!"

……

The thugs turned into a mess in an instant, and the man at the head was their leader, but now their leader had completely lost his mind, and he fell to the floor, like a hungry wild dog, crying and picking up those fragmented fingers with his other hand—

Of course, there are high-ranking priests of the Holy Radiance Church in this world who can perform the magic of severed limbs and regeneration, but this powerful divine art is not something that any person can afford, and it not only requires extremely high costs and expenses to obtain the divine art, but also requires the recipient of the divine skill to have the corresponding strength-

If the recipient's strength is low, I am afraid that before this magic is completed, the recipient will have died on the spot due to excessive consumption of vitality.

And his strength is only in the middle rank.

In other words, his hand was completely crippled, and as a mercenary, the impact of losing the main hand holding the weapon could be imagined, and he looked up at his subordinates, and even had a bad premonition-

A mercenary whose strength has been greatly reduced because of his disability will never make these unruly guys willingly follow and obey.

He feared a rebellion among his men.

However, these centaurs under his command are obviously not smart enough, and the thugs in this group of mercenaries are not aware of this seizure of power? After being stunned for a moment, a large group of people quickly chased out. They came to the street under the windowsill, and although the street was full of chaos and buildings burning as far as the eye could see, they did not see the girl.

There was only a puddle of blood on the ground.

Seeing this, they lowered their heads, and soon noticed that the blood was dripping from under the windowsill along the direction of the end of the street, and they followed the blood trail as if they were crazy, and after turning this street, they ran down the other street for some distance, until, this clue pointed to some cramped and narrow alley—

This is the slum of Ensada City, where too many people live in the low-level people, and the layout of the buildings here is a mess, but from the perspective of hiding, it is a rare and good place.

The thugs rushed into the alley.

Specks of blood could still be seen on the potholed ground, these blood stains were still fresh, exuding a hint of warmth, for these revenge-hungry thugs, it was a clue that could not be more conspicuous, but when they went deep into the interior of the alleyway, they were suddenly stunned on the spot.

It's a dirty, smelly corner.

The garbage dump in the slums, all kinds of strange smells and ** substances are mixed together, even in the still cold early spring February, the complex smell still rushes to people's nostrils - next to a large pile of garbage, there is a black and dirty figure, this figure slumped on the ground against the corner, only one arm is still moving slightly.

The mob stared at the figure, and as they drew closer, it became clear that the figure was struggling to drink from a jug of water - a series of milky white porcelain bottles were randomly placed next to him, and from the appearance of these bottles, the water he was drinking might not be water.

The bloodstains vanished beside the figure.

The figure seemed to turn its head, gave them a cold look, and then took the delicate little bottles and swallowed them in small sips.

Judging by his appearance, he should be a down-and-out beggar - the thugs had no interest in the beggars in the city, and killing a beggar not only did not get a little oil and water, but on the contrary, it only stained his hands with that rancid and smelly smell.

It's just that the moment the figure turned its head, the thugs were all stunned.

Because of those eyes.

The eyes were terrifyingly bright, and as they swept over them, they felt a tingling sensation that felt like substance.

Of course, these low-level mercenaries, the current thugs don't know that this is from the coercion of the absolute strength level gap, at this time they only think that the gaze of this damn beggar makes them very unhappy and extremely unhappy. I want to talk about "Gross the Thief" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~