"Let's go!" Wen Cha grabbed Ansel's hand, raised his foot and ran outside.

The young viscount took her hand back, and suddenly there was a spot in his eyes through the bird's beak mask.

Surrounded by sparks, the road was dangerous and difficult, but I didn't feel scared at all.

Anse Air didn't know what it was like, but if he had to describe it, it was that as long as this person was there, whether it was fire or hell, he had nothing to fear.

The moment he burst out of the village, the entire village had been burned to the ground.

Before Wen Cha could breathe a sigh of relief, as soon as her legs were weak, she fell to the ground, a strong hand clasped her waist and pulled her back, Anse El took off the mask on her face, lowered her head and kissed the little girl's dry and flaky mouth, the burning breath came from her face, and Wen Cha didn't have time to react.

The young viscount had already pinched her chin, mixing his strong and angry feelings with the kiss full of eagerness and fear.

He was like a king on earth, sweeping every corner of her mouth, entangled her lips and tongue, even between her teeth and her small teeth.

The feeling of suffocation, scorching, and not being sober in the head made her scalp tingle more than being in the sea of fire.

She knocked him weakly on the shoulder, trying to stop him, and the young viscount punished the disobedient little servant in his own way as if he didn't feel it.

All his fears had to be felt deeply by her.

She was a sinner who disturbed his sanity and was destined to be shut down by him.

Wen Cha couldn't breathe, and when his head went blank, a whistle sounded in his ears that was the opposite of the harsh environment.

"Mr. Viscount is really a maverick gentleman,"

"Fortunately, this girl is fine."

"It's a blessing in disguise."

Wen Cha opened his mouth and bit down on Ansel's tongue, and the pain irritated the viscount.

He turned into a fierce beast that didn't know how to eat, and demanded it even more fiercely.

Wen Cha couldn't resist him, so she could only lean softly on his chest and let him shackle.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally raised his head, lifted her headscarf and looked at her carefully, and hugged her with a lucky face.

"It's fine." He whispered, "It's okay, you didn't leave me." ”

Wen Cha blushed and patted him on the back, Ansel's gray eyes turned red.

Because of her presence, the violence turned into a gentle tenderness, woven into a cocoon, and wrapped her tightly.

Wen Cha couldn't resist such enthusiasm, as if to melt her, she resigned herself to lying on his chest and panting, her white face was crimson more gorgeous than spring roses.

Seeing this, Ansel couldn't help but kiss her cheek again, from her chin to her forehead, and also bit her ear.

"Don't leave me again." He lowered his eyes and whispered in her ear, "This is the last time." ”

Wen Cha raised his eyes to look at him, he took Wen Cha's scalded hand, and licked the blood bubbles and scars on her palm on his lips.

"I admit I care about you." He said, "I care more about anyone around you than I care about you, are you satisfied?" ”

Warm tea: "......"

Her silence didn't mean anything to him, he blew on her hand, "Stay by my side obediently, I swear, I didn't play with you, and I won't look down on you, I will make you the happiest girl in the world." ”

“……”

"I can't live without you."

This is the most explicit love words he can say, which is far more real than "love" and "like".

In his life, from the beginning to the present, most of them have betrayed their relatives, and there are few children, but the only remaining tenderness is placed on her.

He couldn't say bitter love words as easily as other aristocratic gentlemen, he couldn't say it, and he couldn't make promises easily, he was afraid that in the future, like his father, he would fail her years.

But this time, he didn't want to go any further.

Between losing her and being with her forever, he chooses the latter, forever.

Wen Cha shook his fingers and looked at him with some surprise, as if he didn't expect that the nobleman who was high up would complain to him in such a bad scene.

But Anse El didn't care about this, and the surprise he had lost and regained had made him want to transform into her hair and skin, and always follow her.

The knights on the side couldn't bear such a sweet crit, and on this occasion, they wanted to solve the problems left in the village.

The farmers who have fled, and the abandoned farmland, are all they have to worry about.

Wen Cha gently left Ansel's chest, and his gaze fell on the worried knights.

"If you're worried about the villagers who have escaped, I think I can give you a copy of their identity."

The leading knight's eyes widened in surprise, "Is this true?" Lady? ”

"Of course." With Linda's golden finger, it is not difficult to provide a piece of information.

"Thank you so much!" The leading knight said coldly, "How many of those peasants have fled, have you seen them?" ”

"There are more than fifty." Wen Cha replied.

"Do you remember what they looked like?"

"I'm sorry sir," Wen Cha shook her head, "I can only tell you their names and their ages. ”

"Well," said the knight, not disappointed, "thank you very much for your kindness. ”

"However, you need to promise me one condition."

The leading knight immediately tensed his body, "I don't know what your conditions are?" ”

"When you find them, you must not kill them on the spot, and if there are no infected people in them, you must release them."

This condition silenced the knights, they were not some kind of generous and benevolent people, and there was no condemnation for them to kill a peasant who was likely to be infected.

Seeing this, Wen Cha sighed regretfully: "If you can't agree to this request, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

The leading knight hesitated for a moment, and felt that it was absolutely no good for him to kill them all, so he nodded neatly and said, "I can agree to your request, and I hope you can also provide me with the greatest help."

"Of course," said Wen Cha, "but you will not be able to come to the manor until tomorrow morning."

The leading knight hesitated, after all, by tomorrow morning, it was very likely that those people would flee farther, and the girl and the viscount in front of him had already entered the village, and they didn't know if they were infected?

If they are infected, even nobles will be burned at the stake.

Anse Elco didn't care what they thought, he bent down and picked up Wen Cha, put him in the carriage, and then turned to them and said, "You will send someone to the manor early tomorrow morning to get the reward." ”

The leading knight paused for a moment, and an ecstatic expression appeared on his silent face.

The real impetus that brought the viscount over was not his resoluteness, but the huge sum of money he promised to provide to the army.

With such a reward, there is no need for them to sell and buy at risk, of course they can't ask for it.

Now that Viscount Anse Air is willing to fulfill his promise, it is a surprise to them.

The leading knight was delighted and was about to send someone to send them back to the manor, but Wen Cha squeezed Ansel's hand, and the young viscount refused the offer without hesitation.

Like Wen Cha, he didn't forget Linda and the two lovely children.

If these knights had been following them, Linda and them would most likely have been subjected to strict scrutiny, which would not have been a good outcome.