Chapter 4: Halfway

The magnificent "homicide scene" shouldn't stay long. If it weren't for this Highness Lu Ming to avoid people's eyes and ears, it is estimated that this scene has already been discovered, but even if it is delayed, it will not last long. The blood on the ground will soon be attracted. Royal tracing.
Supporting the wound on her body, Leng Yiyao bit her lower lip. If she didn't want to borrow her corpse for nothing, 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 finally couldn't resist the tenderness and squeamishness of this body, and finally found a shabby abandoned old house, half leaning against the wall, closed her eyes and rested.
Without any expression, she has a face like water, and from a distance, she has a vaguely solemn treasure. Although the original owner of this body is not very old, he is indeed beautiful, but if this aura is seen by outsiders, he will never believe that this child who has not formally grown up will possess 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, as if he noticed the blood on the ground, there was a slight pause outside the house.
Leng Yiyao took a deep breath and listened quietly. Judging by this breath, it was the voice of two adult men.
A painful body and excessive blood loss, wanting to escape quickly, is already insufficient.
She opened her eyes disgustingly, this tattered body had been fasted for about several days, so that she had played a game of murder and was physically weak. The body seemed to be overwhelmed by Qianjun, unable to turn around, repressed low gasp, hoarse voice, but to people with ulterior motives, it sounded like a natural wonder.
The door that could not be locked was quickly kicked open by a man. The man's eyes were shining like a hound, and he quickly searched for prey in the room.
In the next moment, he fixedly stared at Leng Yiyao's cheek, and the whole person exuded a kind of ecstasy.
He is feeling that his whole body is unbearable these days, and he can hit such a delicate little beauty at night without even wearing a veil. In the desert country, it is clearly engraved on her face. There is no identity at all.
It was like a fly that smelled of meat. His eyes moved down. When he saw her clothes stained red with blood, his eyes suddenly became brighter.
It's more than a lack of identity, I'm afraid it's a slave who ran out hastily from a master's house.
In this city, although many nobles have abolished family slaves, some of the "lords" who are used to enjoying themselves never really practiced democracy.
Looking at this figure, I am afraid that he is only fifteen or six years old, maybe he is still a baby.
The more I thought about it, the man's breathing became heavier and heavier.
The other man following him, dressed in coarse black clothes with a stubborn beard, looked like a rough man living on his physical strength. His eyes could hardly stick to Leng Yiyao's body without moving.
She naturally heard such a big movement of the two men. The next moment, her fingertips moved slightly.
It's a pity that before he can move in the future, his head feels dizzy, and the whole person's center of gravity suddenly loses balance. She lowered her eyes, a touch of sarcasm appeared on her lips, but she still didn't say a word.
Tonight the royal family died of a noble prince. She was covered with blood. If someone attracted others, she would be caught back to the royal family immediately and hanged.
Seeing that she didn't even have the strength to yell, the two men swallowed in their throats, like wild dogs released from the cage. There was no scrupulousness. The rough palm immediately touched Leng Yiyao's skin. The layers of clothes instantly turned into rags in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, almost half of that wonderful body was exposed.
The dazzling white, the tender body, the undulating chest, and the irritation caused the two faces to heat up, the heavy breathing became more and more rapid, and the surrounding area was strange.
But no one saw it. 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 fingered, he was still motionless, only his face was exposed. Those eyes showed a bit of coldness....