It was the Templars who were led by Verte to the South Gate, and the Awakened Healers who were left behind.

The army drove by, and the howl of wolves still came from near the house.

When my father woke up, he instructed them to lay a lot of traps in the room, and together they killed the second werewolf who broke in that night, and several of them stayed awake all night, and my father lost too much blood, and his vitality was close to the limit.

The next morning, they heard the sound of fighting from far and near from the direction of the inner city, werewolves roaring, humans roaring, intermingled with the clashing of knives and claws, fangs and armor, and the occasional sharp sound of air being torn apart at breakneck speed.

Werewolves are on retreat!

The faces of the mother and daughter were full of joy, but the father's face was mixed, and he looked at the faces of the mother and daughter, revealing a look that Miranda couldn't understand at that time.

The werewolves were chased away, but the screams of the humans did not stop, and there seemed to be the sound of rummaging through the cabinets in the nearby houses, as well as ...... There was also the woman's screams of pain, and at that moment, Miranda silently turned around and saw the extremely painful and cold expression on her father's face, which reached its extreme when his father killed his mother.

The mercenaries broke into their house, and the trap against the werewolves was useless in their eyes, and the two sides confronted each other with crossbows, but the father had only one in his hand, and four on the opposite side, two of which were aimed at Miranda, so the mother was forced to walk towards them......

It was the beginning of Miranda's world being torn apart, and she would never forget the faces of those four men, and the insignia on their chests.

The mercenaries tore the woman's clothes in front of her daughter and husband, and in this humiliating process, the woman and the man looked at each other, as if they had reached some tacit understanding, and then the father let out a terrible howl, howling and pulled the trigger, and the black crossbow arrow shot through the mother's heart, and almost at the same time, the father ran to the window with his body to protect Miranda, who had a broken heart, and tried his best to open the window for her, and threw her out.

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air sounded again, but the black arrows were not aimed at Miranda at all, and she looked back in amazement, only to see her father with four arrows on his back shouting at her: Run!

There was only a mouth shape, no sound, because the long sword had pierced his chest and lungs.

The sheltered house was about to collapse, and in the face of the storm, she ran for her life, chasing only two people, who stepped on her father's corpse and rushed through the window.

In a panic, Miranda fell into the dung heap, she struggled to get up, but she just rolled all over the, and the sound of running behind her approached very quickly, she heard their angry scolding mixed with excitement, and she was full of despair when she thought of what happened to her mother.

But just as she thought she was going to die, the angry curses froze and were replaced by the roar of the beast, and she looked up from the dung heap to see a gray Grim Reaper rising from the creature on the ground whose throat had been torn open and his neck was twitching, and it turned towards the other mercenary who was a little stunned, its green and yellow eyes staring at the survivor, the fangs of the bloody mouth chewing on something.

Both he and she were so frightened that neither of them noticed the werewolf standing behind the mercenary on the other side, and the mercenary took a pose and pointed the long sword in his hand at the enemy in front of him, but was easily bitten on the back of the neck by another big mouth behind him, and after a moment of his feet off the ground, the mercenary stopped struggling and twitching.

They disemboweled their prey, and Miranda fainted with fear of it.

The little girl thought that she would end up like this, but when she woke up, the strong stench told her that she was still alive, and that the werewolf had not actually looked at her the whole time, and only after her mood had calmed down a little did she realize that feces had covered her figure, and the stench had covered her smell.

Only when the noise around her became quieter did she dare to crawl out of the dung heap and walk cautiously towards the east gate of the inner city, becoming more and more careful along the way, because whether it was the lucky among the civilians, the prison inmates, or the mercenaries, all wanted to catch her, because they saw the obvious feminine features of her front chest and back buttocks.

Their expressions were a little complicated, and there were different things in their eyes, but there were two things that Miranda would never be mistaken, just like the four mercenaries who broke into the house, full of murder and love.

In the process, she accidentally learned about the existence of the refugee camp, and also learned some news about the current Dongwaicheng District, she didn't know what the refugee camp was like, but there must be many guys who wanted to hurt her, but where else could she go besides there?

No one could give an answer, so she had to go that way.

Before dark, she hid in the leather shop to rest the night, but not long after entering, Al and the three mercenaries arrived and barricaded her.

It also brought her another option.

"I thought you were like those bastards......" Miranda explained, a little embarrassed, as she spoke, she subconsciously clenched her big hand, "That's why I hit you with something...... Sorry ......"

These hands caught her jumping from the second-floor windowsill, and now that she thinks about it, the timeline in her mind seems to have begun to be confused, the plot she has experienced has been rehearsed, she was thrown out of the window by her father, and thrown directly into the man's arms, and the story in the middle has become a part of the subconscious, only used as a reference, and no longer participates in the performance.

"It's a good thing you weren't holding a knife, otherwise your dung heap would have jumped to tell you in vain. Al just dealt with it casually, his mind was no longer on the conversation, and naturally he didn't notice the awkward look on Miranda's face, and he was busy arguing about the speculation about [the disease], while distracting himself from the dangers that might arise around him.

I have to endure the soft and tender hand-shaped soldering iron in my hand, which becomes more and more hot as the argument deepens and shallows.

Because of this heat, even the monster in his heart was completely depressed, just squatting in the corner, fiddling with the corpse of the devil, and muttering something messy from time to time.

It's a monster, not a beast.

It has self-esteem, and when its dignity is trampled on, it is useless to tease it with anything, such as a golden phoenix chick biting her lip and saying, "If, if you are angry...... You're going to punish me......"

"Okay, you can help me keep an eye out for the dung heaps nearby," Al said with a frown, "I still like the way you look covered in." ”

At least that won't rise up in his heart the guilt that goes hand in hand with desire, Al said as he patted the monster on the shoulder inwardly.