Al was scared half to death, and he didn't have time to look at his attacker, so he quickly twisted his neck, turned his waist to his abdominal muscles down, and arched his waist, so that he could let his knees and elbows hit the ground first, but he knew that the result would definitely not be as he thought [landed safely], and since they had the initiative, the development of things must change according to the attacker's wishes.

And judging from the ferocious behavior of the other party attacking his wound as soon as he came up and wanted to destroy his kidney, the next round of attacks will definitely not be bad, as soon as the thought arises, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow with his hands raised on his side, and the bulging chest looks a little familiar?

It shuddered, and at the same time Al's back was hammered, still with great force, and the blow caused not only severe pain, but also physical deformation—his stomach was still hammered out.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, he still didn't see who the attacker was!

Then he landed, his outstretched stomach touching the half-broken chair first, then his knee and chin to the ground.

The chair was smashed to pieces, and because of the jaw blockage, the screams that erupted at that moment also became nondescript, and the instinct of fear of pain after landing made him immediately shrink his legs and kneel on the ground, and his forehead clutched his stomach and let out a painful moan.

In many cases, instinct can play an important role in protection, but sometimes it can also be used by opponents, and Al reacts to the discomfort and immediately presses the discomfort and wants to resist, but he still can't change the situation that has been given a huge inertia by the opponent.

The assailant grabbed Al's hair and lifted his head up, and pressed a dagger against the completely exposed throat, and the other party forced Al to straighten up with both hands, and he thought he was asked to stand up, but his knee was trampled back as soon as he left the ground.

Judging from the level of pain caused by the iron boot on the thigh, the other party probably pressed most of his weight on it.

Al was straightened by the iron boots and dagger, but that wasn't the end, the hand pulling at his hair changed direction, so that he had to look up at the starry sky, and then a beautiful face appeared in the starry sky, and he finally saw who the ruthless person who had overturned him was.

Although in this case, not everyone has turned their attention to the Woodland Rose, such as the woman with whom the same sex is repulsive, and the one who attacked Al was the one who pushed him to the ground.

He was almost killed by this man, but before he could go to the other party, the other party came to the door first.

Very good, crisp and neat, he endured all kinds of severe pain, while admiring in his heart, and at the same time dumping the pot to his own concentration. One of his hearts had already flown into that room, and he was only thinking about how to take people away, but he forgot to guard his surroundings, forgetting that in this team, he had enemies, although this feud was inexplicable, but it was not deep, and it was not shallow.

Al caught a glimpse of another woman standing next to him, also a member of the group of mercenaries, but the one who was the first to push him, and the other mercenaries did not appear.

The commotion only drew a smile from the male mercenaries nearby, who glanced at it, shook their heads, twisted their heads back, and continued to observe the situation on the other side of the room with their feet held high.

It was a look of schadenfreude that Al knew so well.

"I also said that this back looks so familiar, it turned out to be you, little lame!"

Probably because of her height, the woman's face was very close, and the breath she exhaled was full of cruelty and pity, and as she spoke, the tip of the dagger was moved to the Adam's apple, and the skin was slightly punctured, and the blood instantly condensed.

If Al dares to swallow now, the upward moving Adam's apple will definitely be scratched because of this.

With a smile on her face, she continued, "Do you know what you look like now? like a stupid dog looking up at the sky!"

Al actually wanted to smile back and try to get a good impression, but the few places he had just been hit hurt badly, and he was worried that the unbrewed smile would cause the other party to misunderstand.

If you want to talk about humiliation, there must be something, but this kind of thing is simply commonplace for him, and the living serfs are basically immune to it, and self-esteem or something is not as valuable as half a piece of black bread, if you can do this tonight, let alone kneel and look at the sky, even if you learn to call him a dog, he is willing.

It just so happened that he could also use this posture to beg the gods in passing.

However, he felt very ironic and eye-opening that he had always thought that in order to subdue someone, he first had to remove the opponent's weapon, then twist the opponent's hands, and then do anything else. But in fact, people didn't pay attention to the weapons on his body at all, and even his hands were actually free except for other places where he couldn't move at all, but he only dared to use them to cover his stomach and calves, which were still painful.

After all, this posture is extremely difficult to exert force in the first place, and another woman is pointing at him with a crossbow, except for these two, there must be at least one person behind him, and it is very likely that the few female mercenaries who did not appear are there.

Because the clear shadow is in front and the light source is behind, it means that someone is standing there with a torch, and there is more than one.

He had almost no chance in this situation, whether it was a crossbow or a dagger, or an unknown attack from behind, in short, any of them could be finished with a slight movement of their hands.

So judging by the noise, the situation in the encirclement seemed to have changed again, and although his heart wanted to fly there, he could only try his best to catch it back and stuff it into his chest, and think about how to deal with the current hurdle with his brain.

As long as you can get out, it doesn't really matter if you take revenge or not, but in this situation, if you don't subdue these people, the rest of the things will definitely be difficult to do.

"How the hell did you get out of the crowd?"

The woman blew into his face again, blowing him inexplicably, they obviously didn't want to kill him yet, at least not for the time being, otherwise they would have done it a long time ago, he was very glad about this, and at the same time, he was glad that the other party didn't take the storm dagger, otherwise whether others could use the power of the black blade or not, this was almost the same as no turning point for him.

Then the question is, what is this woman going to do in Malegobi!?

Al was annoyed, but a flattering smile appeared on his face, "If you don't climb out, you'll be trampled to death—"

"Then you don't deserve to die?!"

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