Beauty has a disease

Chapter 132
As for why a bandit who obviously doesn't seem to be that smart and who claims to be not very valued can know so much, Ember doesn't want to know, let alone explore.

It is not difficult to cut the weeds and roots, but it is a bit exhausting.

Ember wiped her face and red hands, her eyes were also red, but her hands were shaking violently.

"Life is really fragile."

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, pulled the corner of her lips lightly, and snorted, "I just want to waste the rest of my life, why is it so difficult?"

"It's much easier to kill than to use your brain."

A strange laugh came out of her throat, and her voice grew louder. Ember finally burst out laughing, she couldn't move forward or backward, her hair was stained with blood and sticky strands, rising and falling with her movements, like a lunatic.

Soon, Ember stopped talking, collected her expression, and went down the mountain.

Regardless of his conspiracy, this is not something she should worry about, so be it.

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No matter how slow the ox cart is, it is faster than the two legs. What's more, the horse cart has been galloping for several days, and it is not known when it walks back.

And the shackles couldn't be removed for a while, and the skin on the ankles had already been wiped off and began to inflame and fester, so Ember didn't want to leave.

Ember first went down the barren hills, and walked towards places where people might gather based on her feeling. On the way, she occasionally met scattered people. She went up to ask Lu Duo but couldn't find anything, because she was wearing iron chains on her feet, and she felt that she was Runaway slave.

Fortunately, after wandering around for two days, Ember stumbled onto the official road by mistake, and pedestrians gradually increased.

Those who take the initiative to go up to say hello are often driven away, so Ember simply and neatly lay down in the center of the official road, and did not move.

"Call-"

Perhaps Ember was lucky this time, a carriage stopped before she had been lying down for long.

"Who is in the way, leave quickly!"

Ember swayed his feet with his legs crossed, and put his hand behind his head. Hearing this, he turned his head and saw a man dressed as a guard sitting in front of his horse. mean.

"Can't get up, can't leave." Ember grinned, "Why don't you kindly do me a favor and take me for a ride?"

The man frowned and looked unfriendly, "Girl, don't joke, leave quickly and everything is easy to talk about, otherwise don't blame me for doing it."

Ember sat upright, clapping her hands and praising: "That's a good relationship!"

"Take me for a ride."

"Hey, why are you so ignorant, girl?" A round head came out from the curtain, he looked around, finally locked on Ember, and said with a smile: "Girl, please don't provoke him."

This man looked young, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a handsome appearance, and when he smiled, he showed two pointed canine teeth, looking very harmless, "He is fierce!"

He stretched out a finger and turned towards the guard, "Don't mess with him."

He emphasized again.

Ember snorted, and she raised her eyelids to glance at the guard, "What about the consequences of provoking?"

"Can you tear me apart?"

The little boy beeped, and he scratched his head, "It's impossible to tear you apart."

After that, he opened his eyes, and the round eyes looked very cute and cute, "Did the girl want to be torn apart?"

The voice revealed a bit of excitement, "It's such a heavy taste! But I like it!"

The guard's frown deepened, and his brows gradually condensed, "Stop talking nonsense!"

The little boy didn't hear it, but excitedly waved to Ember, "Girl, I'll tell you how to provoke him, and you just... hey, girl, you can't sit on the ground, you have to stand up, come here and I'll teach you!"

Ember rolled her eyes, she knew the little boy's plan clearly, she sighed and said, "My leg is broken, I can't walk."

"Huh? Is it?"

The boy turned his gaze to Ember's overlapping legs, "But your feet are clearly moving, how could you have broken your legs?" He pointed out the blind spot.

Ember's expression remained unchanged, and she said again, "I'm having a convulsion...well, I've had a stroke."

"Is this what a stroke is like?" The boy looked at Ember, "Shouldn't it be that the eyes are crooked and the mouth is drooling?"

The boy looked like he was asking for advice humbly, but before Ember answered, the guard man became impatient first, he grabbed the boy's head and pushed it back into the tent, but looked in Ember's direction, and said, "I'm giving the girl a Opportunity, if you don't give way, I will drive over you."

Ember said good, "But can I ask the young man for a favor."

Ember suddenly became polite. He pointed to the iron chain on his ankle, "I saw the young hero using a sword, can you help me cut off this iron chain? Thank you very much."

The guard man frowned, "Why should I answer you?"

"Just because she knows how to be a rascal!"

A crisp sentence came out from inside the carriage, and the little boy poked his head out again. This time he looked at the iron chain on Ember's ankle, "Who are you? A slave?"

The little boy seemed to be curious about everything, and his words were full of undisguised excitement, "Did you escape? Are you a trafficked slave?"

Seeing that Ember was silent, he continued to rack his brains to guess, becoming more and more excited, "Oh, then I know, you must be an exile, and then you escaped, and you are being hunted down now, right?"

As the boy spoke, he leaned out half of his body from inside the carriage, and then jumped down. The guard took advantage of the time and watched the boy Diandian run to Ember and squatted down, "Am I right?"

Ember was silent, it was difficult to answer this question.

Then she asked back, "What does the young master think?"

"Huh?" The little boy asked strangely, "Why do you call me little son?"

He raised his hand and flipped the bun on his head, "Am I not dressed like a book boy?"

"Dress like."

Xiao Tong said, don't worry.He didn't deny it, and he didn't ask Ember how he knew that he didn't belong to the book boy, but hooked the iron chain and looked carefully.

"It's not like the ones used by exiled fugitives, and the making is too rough."

After finishing speaking, he began to look at Ember's face again, "It doesn't look like a slave, so how on earth did you wear this?"

He frowned and thought for a moment: "Could it be that you sneaked out after being imprisoned? You don't love him, maybe he doesn't love you, and then you felt that you had no self-esteem and then sneaked out?"

"No, no, it doesn't look like you have self-respect."

Ember stared, what do you mean she has no self-esteem?

The little boy continued to murmur: "That's running with the ball?" Then he glanced at Ember's stomach, which was flat and even a little deflated, "There's no ball in it."

ember:"……"

Ember looked at the guard who didn't know when to come over without a word, "Your young master has always been like this? What books did you all read to him?"

Why at such a young age, my mind is full of forbidden things!
　Thank you Fat Sister Neighbor, You Jue, Sleeping with Flowers, and Shi Jin for their recommendation tickets!
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