Coupled with the fact that he was injured himself, the camp was obviously a very safe place compared to these houses that looked like huge animal traps. In the alley, Al touched a lot of gold coins, plus the ticket money, all of which were added together, I believe that he could spend a night comfortably in the room of the semicircular defense line, and maybe ask the guards for some herbs to be applied externally.

If they don't accept this kind of deal, it's a big deal to take off their own skin and pretend to be refugees.

But in the end he gave up this seemingly beautiful idea, and the place where he was standing now was a long way from the refugee camp, not to mention whether the guards were willing to help him, or whether they would have to catch up with this road tomorrow, which was not something that could be done in just three or two hours.

The kind of guy who seems to be blocking the door to eat toothpick birds, Al doesn't believe that there are only a few, they may be a large army, or maybe it is a large group, the small gap that he pierced will soon be patched, if he goes to the refugee camp tonight, he may have to fight with those people tomorrow morning.

After a while, his eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness in the room, Al endured the severe pain and took off the right shoulder armor, and cut the lining with the storm, wanting to see the wound on his shoulder, but the room was already extremely dark, and he couldn't see what happened to the blood hole for a while.

The only thing that is certain is that it must have been torn apart, the blood is still flowing out, Miranda looks thin, but not lightweight.

If you fight those bastards again, you don't know where the next hole will be, and Al understands that in fact, that kind of cold iron arrow is simply easy to avoid for himself with the storm dagger in his hand. But the patch must be stronger than the original net, the same reason as [the wounded part will be stronger after healing], one or two, or even ten iron arrows at the same time, Al is confident that he can dodge unscathed, but what if it is twenty, or thirty?

The mercenaries alternately reloaded, perhaps parrying and dodging, exhausted until one of the lucky ones shot through the head. Even if you think about it in a good direction, it will take an unimaginable amount of time to break down this patch.

The difficulty of the attacker greatly increased his sense of urgency, and the two women were probably having a very difficult time.

In addition, Al glanced at Miranda, who was a little overwhelmed, sighed secretly in his heart, and looked at the little girl with contempt, he whispered, "Hurry up! What are you doing in a daze?

If he really went to the refugee camp, the little girl had absolutely no good fruit to eat, and his eyes stopped at the breast, which was completely unaffected by malnutrition compared to the slender waist or limbs.

After saying that, he shook his head, trying to look away.

As is customary, he failed again, so he hurriedly turned his back to Miranda, took a few deep breaths, stepped on the clutter on the ground, walked through the hall that combined the functions of the kitchen, and as he walked, he looked disgusted, and used the storm to pick up all the messy protective gear on his body, and walked to one of the only three rooms.

Miranda may not have recovered yet, in the confusion by Al drinking like this, she was startled again, she looked at the bastard who was walking towards the room, undressing, her heart was flustered, her little fists were clenched tightly, and her silver teeth were biting, as if she wanted to bite the back to pieces, and she wanted to yell back at the other party immediately, but she no longer had the courage when she was on the windowsill.

Al walked to the door, gently pushed open the hidden door panel, and was about to enter, but he couldn't hear any movement behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that the little girl whose brain was burned by the fire was still standing motionless, what was the position when she put her down, and what position is it now, just like he has taken root!

He said angrily, "Hey, you owe it again, don't you?!"

As expected, the little girl's body trembled violently when she heard this, and almost jumped up, he smiled in his heart, seven inches, seven inches, held back his laughter and continued to shout, "Don't hurry up!

"I ...... I see......" Miranda said, reluctantly reaching her trembling hands to the clasp on her chest.

Although after hearing the other party's crying answer, Al already felt that something was wrong, and said I didn't let you do anything, so why did he cry again, he observed the other party suspiciously, wanting to see what this little girl was going to do.

It wasn't until the buttons of the linen blouse were unbuttoned one by one that he realized what the other party was thinking.

A...... Two ...... Three, Al watched in a daze as the other party removed all the shackles with unpredictable movements, like a blackened banana that had been stripped of the outer barriers, revealing the tender white flesh inside, which made her shine in the dim interior with a strange light, as eye-catching as a guiding light.

Oh my God.

The blood rushed and gathered, and when it passed the wound on the shoulder, it almost rushed out.

Al cleared his throat and tilted his head slightly, acting as if he wasn't staring, thinking to himself: if you squint half-squint...... No one should have noticed. He said solemnly, "Take off ...... Take it off well, go wash it as soon as you finish it, and then find a change of clothes...... Don't make it so loud, I'll run away by myself if you attract other people's words. ”

He was a little looking forward to whether that face would reappear in the world like that body after it was washed.

“......”

"If anyone else sees you like that," Al grinned, "you know. ”

After saying that, he hurriedly entered the room and forcibly diverted his gaze, after all, the trouble on his shoulders was not a joke. But after thinking about it, Al added subtly, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you here......!"

I can't scare you to death!

Al had a fire knife on his body, and if it weren't for the pain in his shoulder, he would try to rummage through it to see if he could find an oil lamp or a half-cut candle...... But it's obviously not a good idea to make your hiding place shine.

This family is not as wealthy as the leather shop, and the small room is also a mess, those miscellaneous items scattered everywhere, the prototype should be the dry straw under the animal skin, and some messy wreckage that I don't know what it is, Al glanced at it roughly, and found nothing that seemed to be a large piece of animal skin, thinking that it was either taken away by the owner or the mercenary.

In addition to a faint smell, there was also a lingering smell of blood, there was no corpse here, and the smell of blood could only come from his own body.