Chapter 4

The splendid "murder scene" is really not suitable to stay for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that His Royal Highness Lu Ming was trying to avoid people's eyes and ears, it is estimated that this scene would have been discovered by now. However, even if it is delayed, it will not be long, and the blood on the ground will soon attract. The pursuit of the royal family.

Supporting the wound, Leng Yiyao bit her lower lip. If you don't want to revive the body in vain, the best way is to find a place with medical conditions to treat the wound as soon as possible.

The night is getting colder and colder. The night in the desert seems to devour people's hearts.

Leng Yiyao was careful to hide all the way, but in the end, she couldn't resist the tenderness and squeamishness of this body. She finally found a dilapidated and abandoned old house, half leaned against the wall, closed her eyes and rested.

She has no expression, her face is like water, and from a distance, she has a vaguely solemn appearance. Although the original owner of this body is not very old, it is indeed very beautiful, but if outsiders see this charm, they will never believe that this child who is not yet an adult has such an amazing temperament.

The originally silent night was suddenly interrupted by a burst of noise.

Behind his ears, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and he seemed to notice the blood on the ground, but he paused for a moment outside the house.

Leng Yiyao took a deep breath and listened carefully. Judging from this breath, it was the voices of two adult men.

With all the pain and blood loss, it is already insufficient to escape quickly.

She opened her eyes in disgust, this tattered body has been fasted for about several days, so that she played a killing game, and her physical strength was exhausted. His body seemed to be weighed down by a thousand fists, unable to turn around. He was breathing in a low, suppressed voice, and his voice was hoarse, but to those with ulterior motives, it was like sounds of nature.

The door that couldn't be locked was quickly kicked open by a man. The man's eyes flashed like a hound, and he quickly searched for prey in the room.

The next moment, he fixedly stared at Leng Yiyao's cheek, and his whole person exuded a kind of ecstasy.

He has been feeling unbearable anger these days, and he was able to bump into such a thin-skinned and tender little beauty at night without even wearing a veil. In a desert country, it is simply clear that it is engraved on his face. No identity at all.

Like a fly smelling meat, he looked down, and when he saw her blood-stained clothes, his eyes brightened a bit.

Not only has no identity, I am afraid that it is a slave who ran out of a master's house in a hurry.

In this city, although many nobles have abolished family slaves, some "old men" who are used to enjoying them never really practice democracy.

Looking at this figure, I am afraid that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Maybe he is still a young child.

The more he thought about it, the heavier the man's breathing became.

The other man who followed behind him was dressed in coarse black clothes and had a shaggy beard all over his face. At first glance, he looked like a rough man who lived by physical strength. Those eyes could not wait to stick to Leng Yiyao's body, not moving.

Naturally, she heard such a big movement of the two men clearly, and the next moment, her fingertips moved slightly.

It's a pity that before I could move, my head was dizzy, and the center of gravity of the whole person suddenly lost his balance. She lowered her eyes, and there was a hint of mockery on her mouth, but she remained silent.

Tonight, the royal family died of a noble prince. If she was covered in blood, if she attracted others, she would be immediately taken back to the royal family and hanged.

Seeing that she didn't even have the strength to shout, the two men suddenly swallowed in their throats, like wild dogs released from the cage, there was no scruples, the rough palm immediately touched Leng Yiyao's skin, layering The layers of clothes instantly turned into rags, and in the blink of an eye, almost half of that wonderful body was exposed.

The dazzling whiteness, the smooth and tender body, and the undulating chest, the two people's faces heated up for a while, and the heavy breathing became more and more rapid, dyeing the surroundings strangely.

But no one saw that, at this moment, outside the house, there was another man in a black robe frowning and looking at the scene inside. Seeing that Leng Yiyao was about to be touched, he still remained motionless, only the expression on his face was revealed. Those eyes showed a bit of coldness. . . .