The girl did not speak the golden language, but the Zhou dialect with a strong accent.

Bai Ling waded through the deep snow and walked in front of the girl in a few steps, the splatters of blood rubbing a scarlet diagonal line on the other party's face.

Bai Ling looked into the other person's eyes, "Who are you......"

"I ...... I'm ......" The Hesta girl was stunned for a moment, as if she was not sure whether she should say her name or not.

Bai Ling reached out and snatched the dagger from the girl's hand, then leaned down to examine the fallen golden soldier.

The knife did stab the key point in the back.

Bai Ling turned Jin Bing's corpse over, then raised the girl's dagger and stabbed it into Jin Bing's heart from the front again.

Blood splattered, staining Bai Ling's right hand and face red, and she raised her head to look at the girl, "You take the snow water...... Wash your hands and face, then go back and change out of this dress. ”

The girl was a little puzzled for a moment, "...... What are you doing? ”

"I have a reason to kill him, you don't...... I can't excuse you for being involved. Bai Ling inserted the bloody dagger into his boot, then got up and stood on the side of the corpse's head and shoulders, grabbed Jin Bing's shoulders with both hands, and began to drag the man in the direction of the camp, "No matter who you are, thank you for coming to the rescue......

"Wait! Don't go back yet! The girl hurriedly blocked in front of Bai Ling, "I have something to ask you!" ”

Bai Ling's movements stopped, and he looked up at the girl.

There was a slight tremor in the girl's voice," he said...... He said he saw you having a tryst with the man from Hesta here...... Is it true? ”

“…… You're a Hesta, too. Bai Ling lowered his gaze, "I don't want to bother you, let's leave quickly, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

"I'm going to ask! All the men in my people must have been driven to the Langsey to graze their horses, and if you have a tryst with a Hesta man here, I must know who he is! ”

That stubborn and burning look appeared in the girl's eyes again, and Bai Ling sighed lightly and gently held his forehead with his hand.

"What can you do if you know who it is...... You may not recognize me when I say it. ”

"Then you don't have to tell me his name, you tell me if he's safe? Did he escape alone? Where is he going next? The girl's gaze looked at Bai Ling firmly, "...... And how did you meet—"

"My name is Bai Ling, what's your name?"

“…… Volva. ”

"Now is not the time to tell a story." Bai Ling said softly, "I'm going to drag this person's body to the big camp for help immediately, and I'll go to you when I'm done dealing with it, and I have a lot to ask you." ”

As he spoke, Bai Ling pointed to his left cheekbone and said to the girl, "There are still some blood spots here, remember to wash them." ”

……

The news that the slaves of the Zhou people killed a Jin man spread throughout the camp in one night.

After dragging the people to the vicinity of the camp, Bai Ling ran back to Lan Zhijun's camp with blood stains on his face and asked for help.

After examining the corpse, the Jin people found out that the Jin soldier who was killed tonight was not just a small soldier, he was the magistrate of several slave camps - but how could a magistrate personally come to send the Zhou slaves back to the camp?

After several interrogations, the truth surfaced, it turned out that as early as more than a month ago, this magistrate had inquired about Bai Ling's origin and identity in many ways, and tonight he suddenly ordered to replace the subordinates on duty tonight, and personally went into battle to send Bai Ling back to the camp.

The deceased was stabbed four times in the front and one in the back, and the two stabs in the heart and back were fatal wounds - this is also consistent with Bai Ling's mouth: "He was stabbed a few times by me, and he turned around to run but fell to the ground, and I was so scared that I made up another knife on his back."

Aquili was furious—not for his own subordinates to do such a hurtful thing, nor for a slave who dared to kill a golden soldier, but for this cowardly magistrate to be killed by a girl like Bai Ling, which was too embarrassing.

All the interrogations were conducted in Lan Zhijun's tent, and by the time the matter was temporarily over, it was already the second half of the night.

"Alright." Lan Zhijun said goodbye to Aquili and the retainers gathered for this matter, and returned to the tent, he looked at Bai Ling condescendingly, and gently took the dagger in her hand, "You are so lucky. ”

"Good luck......" Bai Ling lowered his head slightly, "I heard you right, right?" ”

"If the person is still alive, then things are in trouble." Lan Zhijun put her hands in her sleeves, "Of course you are my person in Aquili's eyes, but if someone else also takes a fancy to you." According to the rules of the Jin people's side, two men have to fight together, and whoever wins, you belong to whomever you want. ”

Bai Ling did not answer.

Lan Zhijun slowly walked behind Bai Ling, "Aquili is naturally reluctant to let me go, and most of them will assign a wrestler to fight for me, but seriously...... If I get to that point, I'll really have to resign myself to fate. ”

In the orange candle flame, Bai Ling felt Lan Zhijun's hand pass through his long hair that fell down his shoulders and landed on the back of his neck and shoulders.

Lan Zhijun's five fingers were warm, and his thumb gently rubbed the side of Bai Ling's neck.

Bai Ling retreated to the side, but Lan Zhijun didn't follow, his hands still hanging in the air in Fang Cai's posture, and then fell to his side.

The two looked at each other, Bai Ling's eyes were a little suspicious, Lan Zhijun slowly walked in the direction of Bai Ling, forcing her back to the edge of the tent little by little.

Lan Zhijun smiled, "You have something to hide from me." ”

Bai Ling's heart sank slightly, "...... What the? ”

"This golden man dares to follow you like this, he must have pinched your handle." Lan Zhijun lowered her head and whispered in Bai Ling's ear, "But you can rest easy now, because he is dead and no one knows." ”

Bai Ling looked sideways and laughed.

"Are you afraid? Will you be scared too? Lan Zhijun's hand once again covered Bai Ling's neck, turning her face back in her direction, "What is your expression when you are afraid?" I'm ...... Would love to take a look. ”

To Lan Zhijun's surprise, instead of dodging this time, Bai Ling leaned towards his side.

By the time he could react, Bai Ling's hand holding the dagger was already against his heart, and the tip of the knife was sinking shallowly into his jaw, and there was a faint tingling pain.

"Can you talk well now?" Bai Ling asked coldly.

Lan Zhijun laughed, raised her hands, and took a step back slightly, but there was not the slightest fear or surprise on her face.

"Just kidding, why take it so seriously?"

Under the soft light of the candle flame, there was no love and desire in his eyes, but a bit of killing intent that made people tremble.

"You made everyone think of you as my person, even I have to take it seriously."