In a short time, the three people of the angry horse and the wind all fell, one dead and two seriously injured, the price was not small, but in exchange for a lot of information, the rain was dripping, the people and horses wailed, about three or five minutes of howling, in the process the two ropes were silently taken back by the people in the house, and there was no other person on the street.

The man in the yellow cloak just retreated to the eaves of a house on the side of the street and stood against the wall, which seemed to be fearless and somewhat leisurely.

But there is not the slightest impatience.

It wasn't until a string of silver-white figures appeared at the end of the street that the yellow cloak disappeared into the rain.

In the end, whether it was a wailing horse or a moaning fake woman, or a corpse, all fell into the hands of the patrol, waiting for the ten ** inhuman interrogation of the two fake women, although these people are doing things for the woodland roses, Al also very much hopes to provide them with some help within his ability, but as far as the current situation is concerned, it is better to die or something.

After the patrol cleared the field, the drama was completely over, but the empty street was obviously not accessible for the time being, and the El Cat waited for a long time in the small corner, until the winter rain had subsided, and there were some ignorant people coming and going on the street, and he dared to cross Harmony Street.

The two crevices in the street where the tripwires bounced had been refilled with sludge and rainwater, and the four houses that had been the fulcrum of the tripwires had been opened, and the doors of the small shops were the ones who were supposed to do what they were supposed to do, and nothing seemed to have happened, except for the glare marks made by the ropes on the walls to show the peeping eyes the tip of the iceberg.

There are definitely a lot of yellow cloaks guarding Hamoni, and their methods are certainly not limited to tripping horses and carts, to pass through this kind of blockade, a dozen or so ordinary mercenaries alone can't think of anything, either improve the quality, or increase the quantity, the former is a big joke, the latter is a small joke, the same point is that he has no clue about both for the time being.

After traversing the three main streets with these two jokes in mind, Al returned to the underground stronghold.

The door was opened by a ferret dressed in winter clothes, this flawed woman who didn't seem to sleep well had probably been included in the small group by the red spider and others, after all, everyone was a person with nowhere to go, and it seemed not strange that they had gone through hardships together and became a relationship of mutual dependence.

Isn't this guy really afraid of being stripped naked and hung up?!

Cough......

Based on the particularity of the woodland rose, or in the long run, the person who uses it as a henchman is actually the best if he can fight and be smart, but if you have to make a trade-off between the attributes of loyalty, origin and strength, the latter two are actually not too important.

Of course, whether it is loyalty or not is another matter, after all, there is not much risk in burning the prison garrison walls, except for the trouble of collecting and piling up flammable ignition materials, and the motive for this kind of behavior may only be out of hatred, not gratitude.

"Blood...... Lord Bloody Falcon......"

"Hmm. ”

It can be seen that the ferret is still very afraid of him, and after opening the door, he let him go a few steps away, as if he was afraid that he would be taken away from him if he got close, this attitude is simply two extremes with the red spider, I don't know if that guy is better, that is, everyone needs a buffer period now, otherwise take her to the church to find Teddy, this kind of small injury doesn't need a round of holy healing.

When he thought about this, he didn't stop, and after three or two steps, he passed through the corridor behind the door and entered the hall, and then he received three greetings that became more and more pleasant the more he listened.

"Good day, Lord Blood Falcon!"

There were three female mercenaries sitting or standing in the hall, and suddenly stood up with a somewhat haggard finch tail and a ...... The same haggard butterfly wings, sitting next to the butterfly wings are red spiders covering their stomachs, and the female mercenaries are all dressed in winter clothes, and after seeing who the person who is coming, they all show a deep or shallow smile.

But...... What's the deal with that little bit of embarrassment that isn't well hidden?

Forget it, that must be shy.

At the same time as the greeting, the red spider, the most beautiful among several people, walked over briskly with her lower abdomen in her arms, her big eyes did not blink, and her steps looked like she was going to give a hug directly.

But this kind of action in front of the door seemed to lose its support, and even the expression on her pale face, which was strangely red, was a little awake and forward-looking, and in the process of this emotion, her arms that were spread out in the air also hung down with shame along with her head.

Due to the sake of concealment, the windows in the hall are closed, but the visibility of day and night is obviously not the same, and there is no night to disguise, and the gaze from other people does not seem to be as easy to resist as imagined.

The rout of the red spider stopped the butterfly wings on her side, which looked a little eager to try, but the appearance of her hands tangled and her eyes lowered her head also made a certain El silently shorten the originally scheduled harvest time in his heart.

When the time comes, just find a suitable excuse to take these two people away, and if there is no guy with the beauty point present, even if the three of them are together...... It seems that everything is not a problem?

"Good morning, beautiful ladies, but what's the matter with you, the four of you kept a vigil last night?"

......The mercenaries looked at each other, and then their faces flew ...... Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, Zixia bowed her head and said nothing.

"It seems that this is a secret that cannot be ...... said"

As he spoke, he suddenly picked up the red spider, and strode to the table with an exclamation full of shyness and surprise, and sat down on a chair, and the butterfly wings and finch tails subconsciously retreated several steps away from each other.

“...... What about the hummingbirds?Did they know that I was going to prostitute during the day today, so they hid in advance?!"

The female mercenaries were also wearing a fur coat sewn from salt-ripened animal leather, and the lower half of their bodies were dark winter pants with a broken leather layer inside, and the inside of the winter pants should be the same lining as last night.

Butterfly Wing was fine, she lowered her head and didn't speak, while the ferret standing by the door instantly turned her face away, and seemed to be frightened that the whole person panicked, only the finch tail replied calmly, "Lord Blood Falcon, the hummingbird is doing a secret whistle outside...... but in fact, she also retreated to the ferret without a trace while talking, "Didn't you see her?"

"There's no one outside?"

"There are two forks in the road from here to Wells Street, and she is at one of them, and her forehead ......," said Finchtail, with her head down, earnestly, "probably because you and she are both so well disguised that neither of you can notice the other." ”

Al nodded, he didn't take this kind of statement to heart, the secret whistle, it must be to be hidden, and it is natural not to say hello, but he can't see the other party, but to say that the other party can't see him is simply nonsense.

Or gibberish in a panic.

The atmosphere was so strange that after thinking about it, he still gave everyone a few words of condolence first, from the tail of the finch that had been guarding all night, to the red spider sitting on his lap, and even the shivering ferret.

It is said that it is not terrible to die with one blow, but what is terrible is a thousand cuts, if this woman continues like this, maybe it would be better to give her a good time.

Because of this, the hand that was rubbing the red spider's thigh through the two layers of pants stopped sliding.

“...... Anyway, don't worry, everything will be fine, by the way, you guys have breakfast, right?"

The mercenaries nodded in unison and whispered in response.

"I only ate yesterday's, which lady would like to go and get some for me?"

Butterfly Wing answered first, and ran to the cellar, where all the supplies in the stronghold were stored underneath, and it was almost empty except for a dining table and a few chairs.

"So let's talk about today's arrangement, shall we?"

Although the attitude and tone of this sentence were very serious, based on the previous joke of "daytime prostitution" and all the foreshadowing before, the red spider instantly held its breath, and the butterfly wings staggered and almost rolled down the cellar ladder, not to mention the finch tail and the frightened ferret.

Last night, after the red spider was tired of scolding, and then fell asleep again, these women who had just escaped from hell and were deeply immersed in all kinds of strong emotions tossed and turned in the first night, unable to sleep all night, which is why they all looked haggard, as for the reason for the sleepless night, it was nothing more than those two - apprehension and fear.

After all, Tiebei, Ao Zhen and others were stronger than them, and they left the prison station one step ahead of them, so there was actually nothing to worry about their situation at this time.

So apprehension actually comes from the person in front of you, and it is divided into instinctive rejection and reluctant acceptance, the latter of which in the second half of the night produces shameful expectations and longings, which tumble and cling to the heart, confusing the mind, and making it impossible for the sleepiness to raise its head.

And then I was afraid that it came from the prison guards, who lingered like a nightmare, but was "worried" and pinched by the neck and pressed into the spice cup, turning into sweet and sour, sweet and shy, bitter and rejected.

As soon as the words fell, all that was left of the room was their rapid panting.

......

This is the best potion available, and its potency almost renders all plans for the day in vain.

"Ahem," after breaking the silence with a cough, Al took a deep breath of the man in his arms, straightened his back and straightened the shaky plan and arrangement, and lowered the level slightly as the rising evil lowered the level, "That...... Ahem, what, about how we want to contact Tiebei and Aozhen, let's talk about our opinions, one person counts short, five people count long. ”

After the main tone of the conversation was set, the preparations and emotions that had been raised for what they had endured collapsed instantly, and the collapse caused a brief period of distraction and emptiness, and the female mercenaries were a little slightly stunned, until the man reminded him and the finch tail who was staring directly at his chest slowly explained the result of their behavior of "deliberating" but actually "dispelling insomnia" last night, and their voices were sticky and their tones were stumbling.

During this time, brown bread, boiled eggs, and warm wine were all presented to the table, and without further words, the butterfly wings automatically stood on one side, tearing the bread piece by piece and carefully feeding it to the man's mouth, and taking advantage of the time between the other party's chewing to peel the eggshell.

The so-called from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, she feeds is actually a budding arrogance and lewdness.

The result of the deliberations used to deal with insomnia was so simple that it not only made the listeners frown, but also made them feel ashamed that they could have come up with such a trick?

In some cases, waiting for the rabbit to go can be directly equated with sitting and waiting to die.

"Wait, wait...... No matter how you say that, it says that appearance is directly proportional to IQ, and as a result, you are one by one...... After a night of emaciation, you came up with such a method?"

The suspicion in the words made the female mercenaries' heads almost hang down to the ground.

If this is done, the best outcome will be to wait for nothing, and the most likely outcome will be to be touched