Blood Princess and the Knight

Uncle Xianshi, have you gone out? ?

Obviously, it seems that he is not optimistic. It is really... always doing these worrying moves.

Xiaosha walked to the edge of the chair with some anger and wanted to sit down. Suddenly, her vision was upside down, and she tripped under something.

"Oh! It hurts... Xiaosha, who fell on all fours, rubbed her head and turned her eyes to the object that tripped her over her feet.

"What is this...?" Fortunately, she didn't fall to her head. After her vision returned to normal, Xiaosha was taken aback, and she hugged the cross iron helmet that was left by her feet in her arms.

"Uncle Xianshi's iron helmet?

After digging out the inside, a strand of silver hair that felt like silk was pulled out.

(Today is a little bit...More in a few days~)

Chapter 22 ~ Special Envoy from the Blood Race

The season before winter and spring.

Undissolved snow remains on the streets, and there are fewer children's voices and laughter than the winter days a few years ago.

As always, the twelfth lunar month was left in the cold from the gathering to the gate.

The violent cold wind turned into a sharp knife from a symbol of urging family members to reunite, cutting on the scars that were not scarred in the past.

The prosperous past is like a smoke, but it never beats Baiju.

The foreigners are rampant in this land of milk and honey, and the locals are in twos and threes.

The deserted morning on the streets has changed from the desertedness of the past.

Among the dilapidated and dilapidated wooden houses, there were only thin and weak figures of walking dead.

The centuries of strength were destroyed once, and the remaining civilization was not inherited, only the dim pupils who suffered from running around to make a living and lost hope.

The inner city of Nolan presents a completely different scene from the ‘untouchable area’.

Beneath the enclosed inner city wall, you could smell the cooked meat faintly, and the cheerful and cheerful voice beat the horn.

The rulers do not have the slightest restraint or worry about the day and night carnivals and banquets. The food is eaten, the cats provide, the wine is drunk, and the cats are brewed. When the physiological needs are strong, you can just go to the untouchables to find a few. Just catch the beautiful and beautiful Asian cat girl back.

The life of lawless indulgence is simply more comfortable than that of his hometown.

Sleeping on the big bed of the cat clan's palace, he ate the minzhimin ointment that the cat clan had picked up without any scruples.

The price of continuous exploitation is only to give them the minimum life needs. This is the posture of the conqueror.

The price of freedom is high, and you can only accept it blindly, and the imperturbable race is not worthy of possession.

She belongs to the same style of painting as most people in the ‘untouchable’ area, so she did not attract too much attention from anyone.

The girl walked barefoot on the street, her whole body was covered in a thick coat with patches of different colors, making it impossible to detect her appearance and hair color.

Just like the various local people on the street, like the beggars visible on every corner, dressed in torn clothes, their eyes are full of decadence and blankness.

The girl strolled in this strange foreign country, stopped and stopped, sometimes stopped and looked around, sometimes looked around.

The dilapidated city, like the dead heart of every cat, is difficult to recover.

They have been put on an invisible yoke, unable to break free, unable to obtain salvation, and no one will come to rescue them.

The girl looked at her hands stupidly, and the violent cold wind easily penetrated into her flat abdomen through the thick and unfit clothing.

Cold without knowing it.

Isn't it that I can't wait for salvation?

Isn't all this in front of me caused indirectly by myself?

How does destroying the peace of another country differ from a brutal and brutal invader?

How could it be like this... Knight, you only need to protect what you should protect, don't you? The life and death of people from other countries is completely beyond one's own category, isn't it? .

but……

"Master Tianhui, have you made your choice?" The watery voice whispered the girl's lingering feelings, that face and words made the girl at this time deeply confused .

Under the cold wind, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground slowly.

The scarlet pupils rolled over, and instantly faced another pair of clear pupils.

That was a cat-eared **** the street wearing a tattered black card.

She sat cross-legged with her legs inward, and her skin was covered with a torn black robe that could only be used to hide her shame. Her lips and limbs were red with cold but there was no reaction at all, and there was only numbness on her face.

Two pairs of decadent and blank eyes met at that moment, and they haven't been separated for a long time.

Bai Ji stood up subconsciously and walked slowly.

Aware of the arrival of the strange girl, the girl didn't have any other reaction, just staring at her with those same confused eyes.

On the corner of the depressed street, one figure was standing and the other sitting, looking at each other.

"Ding-dang-dang-dang... the crisp metal crash broke the dull air.

The begging black-robed girl's numb pupils rippled with waves, and her eyes slowly moved to the shimmering silver coins in the broken porcelain bowl.

After she came back to her senses, the girl in front of her was already far away.

Glancing at the back, the black-robed girl closed her eyes and shook her head. She did not look at the silver coins in the bowl again. She leaned against the dilapidated wall, as if she was asleep.

Bai Ji continued to walk aimlessly on this damaged land.

Looking for the direction, she came to the food shop where the people were scattered, and a ‘suspended business’ label hung on the door of the shop to stop her.

The situation of that old gentleman is really not so good, I guess, it will not be enough for spring.

Looking back at the pedestrians around, their eyes seemed to avoid this food shop either intentionally or unintentionally.

Those eyes filled with hesitation, for some reason, Bai Ji felt very uncomfortable, or...

It's a fake expression that makes people boring.

But he has no right to accuse them.

As if the exhaustion in the heart began to feed back to the body, or because the body was already weak, Bai Ji was wearing a coat and leaning against the wooden wall of the storefront, her consciousness gradually blurred.

Know the difference between you and them?