He didn't bother to look at the other two rooms, which were like this, and the other rooms weren't much better.

Greatly, he remembered the wooden bed in the leather shop with linen sheets, and he couldn't help but curse to himself, but now he could only gather the hay on the ground and deal with it for one night.

Of course, he knew that it was not safe here, but from the moment he pushed open the prison gate, he was equivalent to killing all the way, and those special forces seemed to have emptied his spirit, and it was more difficult to resist than the physical body, mental exhaustion.

If he had a choice, he would rather risk squinting now than faint in tomorrow's battle.

Just squint for a moment, definitely not asleep, Al said to himself.

Stepping on the debris on the ground, he leaned over to the window that was also hidden, and checked the injury in the hazy moonlight, and after a closer inspection, Al breathed a sigh of relief. This should be considered a skin injury, the arrow penetrated the muscles under the armpit, but did not cause any damage to the bones, although it looks like the bleeding does not stop now, but as long as the bandaging stops the bleeding, there is not much of a problem.

The premise is that the wound cannot be irritated for a short period of time, such as strenuous exercise.

Or blood acceleration?

......

When Miranda peeked in from the doorframe, she saw that the man was already asleep, curled up in the corner with a pile of hay mixed with a lot of miscellaneous things, and at first glance she thought it was a black shadow.

This sleeping position reminded her of the foals who had lost their mothers, pitiful and helpless.

Phew! How can such a wicked man compare to that good little beast!

She walked quietly, holding in her hand a boning knife that had been found on the stove, and the sharp knife fell into the crevice, and she would not have found it if it were not for the cold light reflected from the tip of the knife. Miranda quietly took it out, almost stabbing her tender fingers with the sharp tip of the knife, but she was satisfied, thinking that it would not take much force to stab it into the creature's throat.

She thought calmly in her heart.

In fact, from the moment she got the knife to the time she walked towards Al, she was at peace, and she attributed it to the calm before the storm.

After confirming that the other party didn't want to do that kind of thing for the time being, no, he obviously wanted to do it but couldn't do it for the time being, after all, the wounds on his shoulders were bleeding, and he had washed himself here again, and what he wanted to do was just about to come out.

In fact, Miranda was able to escape quietly after the man entered the room, and when she realized this, the situation had changed from extremely bad to extremely favorable in an instantaneous way that almost made her laugh. At that time, she had quietly turned around and wanted to walk towards the door, but in order not to make a sound, she didn't even intend to pick up the clothes on the ground, so she walked to the door, facing the gloomy eastern outer city.

It's better to take a shower and find a change of clothes first! It's too dangerous to go out like this! She persuaded herself so at the time, she never knew that her words were so convincing.

So she came back lightly, and after some searching, she finally found most of the bucket of water used for cooking in the water storage bucket, which is a good thing, otherwise she would have to go out to fetch water with her bare ass, which is obviously looking for death.

Before using it, she carefully rummaged through a few large wooden cups in the house, and used them to prepare some water, and in the process her hungry stomach gurgled, and Miranda remembered that she had not eaten for a whole day, but unfortunately there was nothing to eat here, so she had to drink most of the glass of water, and fill the empty cups, and then began to rinse herself with the rest of the water.

Her body had already been seen by the wicked man, and with the mentality of breaking the jar, she didn't worry about whether the room would shoot a peeping sight.

Look! Look at it a few more times! Sooner or later it will kill you!" thought to Miranda as she washed, gritting her teeth.

The clear water poured from the head into rivers flowing in the snowfield, diverting into smaller streams between the peaks and cliffs, or converging into wider rivers, scouring the well-shaped snowy peaks and moistening the sparse grasslands, and the cool and refreshing feeling made her almost groan.

The stains on Miranda's body have all been washed away, her hair has returned to its original golden color, her face has been red in the face that has been removed, her facial features are marked, but she is still a little immature, her future is not yet determined, and if the original trend is maintained, the little girl will become a phoenix on the branches.

Of course, a bad one can also fall to the ground and become an ordinary bird.

Compared with the well-developed upper and lower circumferences, the hands, feet, and waist are very slender, and if she had been stronger, she might have been able to crush the wicked man to death on the spot when she was in the leather shop.

The little girl washed it carefully until she could no longer smell the stench, and then she stood up contentedly, and shook the droplets of water on her body, and the water rippled. She went to the other two rooms to look for possible clothes, and if she couldn't find them, she had to put on the feces-stained clothes again, which was not an easy thing to do, and it meant that she had been rubbing in vain for so long.

In the moonlight outside the window, she turned through the two rooms, which were just as messy as the room Al was in, and when she pushed the wooden door of the room with a dejected face, a garment hanging behind the door came into her eyes, sweeping her away from her decadence, which was too unexpected.

Especially when Miranda found out that it was a dress, her face was even more happy, everyone has a love for beauty, Miranda has long wanted to have a dress, but her father never allowed her to wear it on the grounds that it was [inconvenient to work], not only could she not wear a dress, but also required her to make her beautiful face dirty before going out......

I didn't expect to get a dress here by accident, but unfortunately they are no longer there, otherwise I must wear it to them.

Thinking of her departed parents, Miranda's heart was clouded again, and she shook her little head, shaking away the chaotic memories of [it seemed that at some point the haze was dispelled by the light].

After being sad for a while, Miranda gently removed the skirt, it was a short-sleeved summer dress, and the style was so ordinary that it could often be seen on civilian women, but the little girl still felt that it was too beautiful, and it still smelled of sunshine, proving that it was a piece of clothing that had not been worn after washing.

It's just so good, it's like it was specially prepared for her.

She thought happily as she pulled her skirt off her head, and her snow-white body was immediately protected, except for ...... Except for those slender legs.