Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 266 Tension

Watching the incense rising, the boy looked up at the woman who was tied to the mainmast, which was a triangular frame like a sail.

He must save her, even at the cost of his life!
The firm look on his face is like a flat boat on the sea, destined to ride the wind and waves.

And some of the companions standing behind him stared intently, sweating their palms for him; some showed disdain for his behavior, waiting to see how he would die; some pointed unfriendlyly at the thin man point, whispering how he is beyond his control...

Stepping up the low steps, the boy put the paper fan in his waist, rolled up his sleeves, walked under the shelf, took a deep breath, and stretched out his skinny hands to climb up the mast.

Bamboo masts are tied together horizontally or vertically to form a solid frame. Although it looks a little shaky, more than ten or twenty people can't fall to it, not to mention that Japan is a festive day. Days are bloody.

The man carefully watched the young man climb up the mast step by step, feeling a little reverence for him in his heart.Although he was dressed in brocade robes like the other boys, and he had the air of a dandy in his bones, but he was the one with a sense of justice and courage among this group of boys.

Being in the air, it is inevitable that there will be some fear in his heart. The young man suppressed that fear and comforted himself, saying that as long as he doesn't look down, everything will be fine.

Looking up at the woman who was a few feet away from him, the young man was even more determined in his mind.

Since she is innocent, it is only right for him to do more things for her.

His face suddenly distorted, he couldn't help lowering his head and coughed lightly for a while, his face became pale, and the slight convulsions caused by coughing gradually made him unable to grasp the mast tightly, and his whole body gradually became weak due to uncontrollable convulsions.

And he stared at the woman with his eyes, and told himself again and again that as long as he persisted, he could save the woman.

I can't give up, never give up!
The fiery eyes revealed his determination so strongly that one couldn't help feeling nervous about his behavior.

He desperately suppressed the violent surging of the turbid breath in his chest, tightly grasped the mast, and stepped on the upper mast with both feet.

Just looking at his staggering back, the companions below inexplicably felt an ominous omen, and their palms were really sweating for him, without the slightest bit of disdain and contempt just now.

As time passed, the boy's actions became more and more sluggish, and there was a tendency to slow down gradually.

(End of this chapter)