Chapter 8: Manslaughter

wrong! She has been to that beach. Although there are relatively desolate places hundreds of miles away, the shores are mostly small fishing villages, and there will be no savage tribes ...
She looked down subconsciously and looked at the clothes she just wore. It was sewn from animal skin. It was a very simple style. Although the workmanship was extremely rough, it was quite warm in this cold weather. Weird ...
Alas, wrong! She remembered that it was summer when she fell off the cliff, and she was still wearing a skirt, but now it was cold and abnormal, the little north wind was blowing, knife-like, and it was obviously a cold winter ...
Wrong! Obviously wrong!
She suddenly thought of something, raised her hand and looked at it.
Her slender little hands had become extremely rough, with a thick layer of calluses on her palms, her fingers like chicken feet, thin and dark ...
This-this is not her own hand at all!
Although her calm kung fu has always been super strong, she can't help but panic at this moment. Gritting his teeth, he pulled up the wide sleeves, revealing the dark, like arms that have not been bathed all year round. This arm is very coordinated with that chicken-claw-like hand, dark and rough, not ridiculous ... There are large and small wounds on it, deep and shallow, the flesh is rolled, and the wound looks like a recent injury ...
What weird thing happened during this period of coma? How did she become this virtue? !! Or did she fall down and hit her head to lose her memory? She was caught by someone else as a slave, and she is now a cow and a horse.
Countless questionable windmills were spinning in her mind, almost clueless. She touched her face subconsciously, and the rough feel of her tentacles ... was very different from her original feeling of smoothness and smoothness ...
And the hair-the hair is also long and uncomfortable, cluttered on the body, messy like a bird's nest that has been choked a hundred times ...
Suddenly she wanted to look in the mirror, to look at her present respect ...
But now this situation is obviously delusional ...
By the way-what about He Xiangwan? Was he rescued? As soon as the idea rose, she shook her head.
impossible!
The moment she jumped down and hugged him, she realized he was out of breath. Even if washed by seawater, only corpses can be recovered ...
There was another sharp sting in her heart, and she took a breath.
She thought that the relationship between her and He Xiangwan was just a sympathy for men and women in the city, and it had nothing to do with love, but she didn't expect that she had fallen into it unconsciously! So much so that we lose both ...
If—he and she are not agents and killers, if she did n’t know his identity that day, maybe she would be touched by his romantic proposal, and promised to be his bride, and she would be so supportive for a lifetime and be safe Happy to be old ...
It's a pity, that's only if ... everything is gone!
Shaking her head, she shook away the messy thoughts in her heart. Now she is in an extremely strange place, which is obviously bad for her. She wants to fight for initiative!
She looked at the cage with a thumb-thick iron bar on her forefoot, and began to think about the possibility of bending it to escape. With her previous efforts, she should be able to do it!