slave seven seven

Chapter 92 Jealousy (3)

"Uh...uh..." Qi Qi desperately beat the arm lying across her face, her hot and sore legs dragged feebly on the ground, drawing two long marks...

"Why didn't you call for help?"

"No one will save me."

Qiqi's previous conversations sounded in her ears, recalling the person who stood by the well of Sheng Qingxuan that night, pouring water on her body unrestrainedly, coquettish like stars, temperament like the moon, tall and unreachable...

Seeing the soldiers getting farther and farther away from her, Qiqi gradually stopped her beating hands in despair, and was dragged far away from the barracks. Qiqi was thrown to the ground by the man, and Henghe not far away The wide river is sparkling under the light of the stars and the moon.

Before Qi Qi had time to stand up, a gleaming knife was lying in front of her. Qi Qi put her hands on the ground, her face was reflected brightly by the snow-white blade.

Only then did Qi Qi see clearly that the person who hijacked her was holding a big knife. It should be a man, dressed in black clothes and covering his face. Before Qi Qi could figure it out, the man in black swung his big knife at her without saying a word. cut off.

"Ah..." Qi Qi screamed, rolling on the ground in pain, the padded jacket on her right arm was cut open, and blood flowed out continuously.

"Speak! Where is the granary?" the man in black shouted hoarsely.

granary? !
"Are you from the Northern Kingdom?" Qi Qi understood, she covered the wound on her right arm with her left hand and couldn't stop the bleeding from the wound.

Even though Qiqi doesn't understand war, he also understands that food is the foundation of marching.

"If you don't want to die, say it!"

The man in black impatiently raised his big knife and wanted to cut it down again. Qi Qi knew that she would die today, so she was about to close her eyes resignedly, but she saw a person running quickly behind the man in black, and kicked him with a kick in the air. Falling to the ground, Qi Qi raised her head to look at the man in amazement, wearing a dark purple robe that looked even more profound in the night, only the pale mask on half of her face exuded a ghostly aura.

(End of this chapter)