"Behead all three, Abu." A watchful Hu from the knight's way.

Bran didn't want to.

Decapitation is not something that can be done easily.

If you don't play the sword quickly, you can't cut the target, and your wrist will be injured.

Bran was not going to be decapitated.

Several people stepped forward to pay attention to the surrounding, ready to wait for the return of Dunson.

Outside the fence, there are also people who have done their own good deeds to peek from afar.

Bran lent a sword to the others, honed to be fairly sharp.

"Next!"

He threw the sword to Arnold. Arnold fell to the ground and hurriedly picked it up.

"Ahh Shall I come?"

"The fastest way to practice courage is to harvest a spare life, don't close your eyes, don't be soft,

"Arnold, go."

Others echoed the Tao.

Arnold didn't dare.

So Bran grabbed his hand, and in an instant, it flew over, slicing the arteries of the trio.

One person, one sword, without dragging mud and water, with light pain, the fastest way to make three people die.

Arnold fell to the ground with his legs limp.

The others froze, too, too fast.

looked at Bran, who had a fierce look in his eyes, and retreated.

"The bodies gathered, drenched in hot oil, and then caught fire." Bran ordered the others to be burned directly.

Bran shot so ruthlessly, and the other knights and knights who were older than Bran were also much more polite in their eyes and eyes.

"How many lives have you taken with your sword?"

As if he hadn't remembered it, Bran felt himself start to become brutal.

He didn't like it, but the dragon's power kept appearing on his body.

Bran found certain patterns, if he didn't have a good time with a woman, then the dragon power would be vented in some form - such as killing.

After washing his hands, Bran thought of the peasant girl.

He went towards the place where the peasant girl lived, but found that the peasant girl was pushing the cart and walking far away, and had already gone out of the city gate.

The canals and wells of the towns were built at the expense of the lords, and for outsiders to come and pay for their use.

There is a nearby river outside the town, and because it is too far away, it is also polluted, so you have to pay for it or go further afield.

In addition to the town doctor who came to see the doctor, nearby, the water in a certain valley was sweet and delicious, plus some herbs, after boiling, wiping the eyes, maybe it had some effect on the sickness and blindness, so the peasant girl complied.

The peasant girl carried a wooden bucket on top of her cart and went to fill it with water.

The eyes of the peasant girl that Bran thought about that night were as deep as the stars.

He wanted to see it again.

After going back to tell Duncent, and after a little more busyness, Bran asked for a half-leave, and then led the horse out of the city gates.

The moment he made eye contact with the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper was suddenly frightened.

Bran's pupils were red, flashing, extremely cold.

His hands trembled unconsciously.

The killing just now was not vented by his strength, but it was even hotter.

Bran rode the horse in the other direction, and then came to a high ground, and looked for a while, and then saw the thin figure of the peasant girl, who was heading for a valley.

Bran rode back to the peasant girl's place.

When the peasant girl came to the valley, she first wiped her sweat, then sat down and rested for about ten minutes, and found a valley stream according to the instructions of an old woman beside the wooden house.

This water was dissolved by the snow of the valley, and belonged to the royal domain, but there was nothing but the mountain, and the birds, and the royal family never sent only men to hunt or cut wood.

In recent years, there has been too much killing and deforestation, and there are not many wild animals left, and the planted forests have not yet grown, so no one has come, and only the people of Rhodo's territory will come to collect the water in clusters.

The liquor made in the town taverns is sometimes drawn from the cluster.

"Who's where! Come out. ”

The peasant girl looked left and right, pretended to shout a few more times, found someone, and when she found that there was no response, she was relieved to start drawing water.

The water bag and bucket were filled until the weight of the cart was too much for the peasant girl to stop.

It was not too late, and the peasant girl began to take off her dirty coat.

Then at the edge of the valley, I looked for a big pebble to cover it and began to wipe my body.

Spit out the cork in his mouth, restore his face, and then be about to untie his clothes.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and the animals of the valley were alarmed.

Bran's ears were sharp, and he heard it, and he himself had entered through another entrance.

As Bran entered, he saw a donkey cart filled with water, tied with rope to a tree.

It was the young shopkeeper at the tavern last time, and when Bran asked him to pour water, let him try it.

"Ahh

This exclamation was not made by the shopkeeper, but by a high-pitched female voice.

There is an echo in the valley, so you can hear it in the distance.

"Where?"

Bran walked over and slowly pulled out the seven-star sword from his waist and pointed it at the shopkeeper.

This sword is mediocre, and there is no knight's sword majesty at all.

Probably understanding what Bran meant, the shopkeeper pretended to be scared and pointed to another mountain road.

"How many?"

"The shopkeeper is the only one, I'm just drinking with him."

The shopkeeper came up with him to fetch water, and he was about to leave just now, but he found that the peasant girl was coming alone.

The shopkeeper was disgusted and asked the shopkeeper to look at the horse.

The shopkeeper is the shopkeeper's nephew, and he's seen the shopkeeper do this kind of thing many times. I don't think there's anything remarkable.

He even once went with his uncle to beg for food with female serfs who came to beg for food, and insulted them with a few mouthfuls of food.

The shopkeeper's German Bran probably understood, and Bran put away his sword and walked past the shopkeeper.

"My lord, are you here alone?"

Bran said deliberately, "Passing by, no one knows I'm here." ”

Bran wanted to see what he wanted to do.

The shopkeeper bowed his head, and as Bran walked by, he snuck into the donkey cart's burqa and pulled out an iron rod.