She wanted to gently rest her head on her companion's back, even if it was only for a short while, but she knew no, Serapel was much weaker than herself, and after Xiao died, maybe the only pillar in her heart was herself, and if she leaned on, then she would only be more pitiful.

Thinking about it, she lost her mind, and looked ahead in a daze, at the sides, at the crazy people.

Until Serapel woke her up.

"Nissa, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Maybe she was distracted when she called herself just now, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

"You see, the people in front of you seem to be blocked," said Serapelle, as she slowly lowered her horse, worriedly, "the horse can't rush through." ”

Nissa looked up and saw the only gate in front of her inner city facing the valley, and as they drew closer, they were gradually overwhelmed by the sea of curses and cries that came out of people's throats.

They huddled together, pushing, kicking, and thrashing, and as more and more people fled, the sea gradually evolved from microwave ripples to raging surges.

Nissa stood up on her horse, and in her field of vision, there was a surge of people, and the inner city gate suddenly opened, but no one could enter. There seemed to be a conflict at the door, and she was trying to look closer, when she heard her companion calling for her.

"Do you see anything, Nisa," Serapel said in an anxious tone, "I see that a lot of people are focused on us, what should I do?"

She couldn't see what was going on inside the door for the time being, Nissa had no choice but to give up, she glanced down at the situation nearby, and sure enough, as Serapel said, the people on the edge, and the people who were gradually coming and gradually stopping, were all looking this way, and pointing, some bold men, had begun to surround this side.

And in their eyes, there is naked desire.

Nissa realized that the pretty women on tall horses near the crowd were too eye-catching, and that they had to dismount and stay in a position that was as inconspicuous as possible, but not too far from the city gates.

"Let's get off our horses and go over there," Nissa crouched down and pointed in the direction of Serapelle, "to the edge of the wall, and take your time to see what is going on." ”

Serapel understood what Nissa meant by following the direction Nissa pointed, it was at the foot of the wall at the edge of the crowd, avoiding the avenue in the middle, and no matter what, they would not bear the brunt of the werewolves rushing in.

She was about to dismount, but the men were already driving the horses where they were, and they were intimidating, whirling and snorting in uneasiness. Then she found that they were surrounded, gradually surrounded by a circle of men. All of them tilted their heads and stared straight at the two of them, and the look of substance made her feel uncomfortable, and they pointed and began to talk in whispers.

Just like the knights had surrounded her before, except that last time she was low, now she was on horseback. She remembered what the soldiers had done to her again, Serapel trembled slightly, she subconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, and felt empty, only to remember that it had been pulled out by the soldiers before and had been lost.

This made her even more frightened, and a slight tremor turned into a continuous trembling, and her beautiful face instantly lost its blood, which made people feel distressed to look at. But seeing her like this, those people were even bolder.

In her astonishment, a hand touched her head, and she turned her head tremblingly to meet the purple star-like eyes, which seemed to hide the starry sky. If the starry sky can fit it, it must be enough to accommodate yourself, enough to accommodate your fear and weakness.

Serrapel tried to convince herself that she shouldn't have a reason to tremble, that she dared to go up and compete with the ferocious beasts and bloodthirsty werewolves, and that these pigs, compared to the woodland beasts, and the werewolves, were so fragile that she could kill them with her bare hands, so why should she be afraid? No, she shouldn't be afraid.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. The stars collided, making a reassuring sound.

The men gathered around began to say one by one, from whispering to enthusiastic exchanges, and in a buzzing sound, their mouths kept coming out of extremely harsh words.

......

"Brothers, this kind of superb is rare," the man who spoke elbowed the person next to him, staring at the two curvy bodies with straight eyes, "It's still two!"

......

"Look at those legs, those waists, those breasts, tsk," the other man hurriedly continued, for fear of letting others steal the conversation and lose an opportunity to take advantage of his mouth, he waved his hands, hoping to attract the attention of others, "And that face, you see, that Miss Amy is nothing more than that!"

......

"Ahh

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Everyone said their own things, and soon exchanged hundreds of sentences, they became more and more crazy, and the unusual atmosphere here attracted more people, and they pushed and wanted to get closer to the two, and what they were thinking was already known to passers-by.

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"Werewolves are coming! Anyway, they are going to die, so it's better to be happy before you die!"

They soon went from one madness to another, and this kind of rhetoric soon took over, and they did everything they could to justify it.

"That's it, such a woman, if it weren't for this situation, she wouldn't necessarily see it in her life, as long as she could come once, it would be worth dying immediately!"

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"Just now, the two of them didn't care about other people's lives and crashed into people, and now it should be regarded as compensation!"

......

In just three or two minutes, they have changed from lambs who are afraid of death to demons who want to commit violence, and the transformation of people makes Serrapelle's heart chill, some of them are crying with tears in their eyes one second, and the next second they can immediately change into a very obscene face, what kind of people are they!

"Take off her mask! and her clothes!"

"Come on, brothers, whoever goes up first will go up first!"

......

What is that? In the center of such a storm, Nissa's hand was on the hilt of the sword behind her back, keeping only her eyes on the dregs that were about to move. She didn't care too much about them, and she didn't pay attention to their appearances, no matter how they showed their expressions, it was already a habit for Nissa, just like hunting, she might be scared the first time, and slowly she became numb, and after numbness, she was disgusted, and killing them was as simple as picking apart a piece of with a shovel.