Chapter 6: Who is it

When Leng Yiyao woke up, she was sure that she was taken to a cellar. It's still an underground cellar. There are grains for winter storage and even barrels for winemaking.
Why is the cellar? Doesn't he even have a place to stay? However, looking at the dress and temperament, he does not seem to be a homeless man with no fixed place.
She looked down at her waist and abdomen. Fortunately, she was bandaged. The wound should have been treated with medicine, although the pain is still there, but there is a faint mint smell, it should be the medicine used is not bad, otherwise, she would have had a high fever.
Looking around, the cellar didn't even have anything to indicate the identity of the owner. The walls were bare, let alone photos, and there were no extra objects.
Where is that man?
Never, leave her here, completely ignored, right?
After confirming that her body was in good condition, her stomach began to grumble in protest. After all, she hadn't eaten for a long time.
From the time this body was banned by the big prince, to the time when a group of people were killed with physical strength, physical strength had already reached its limit. Those who do not eat or drink are gods, but as individuals, there is no escape from eating and drinking Lazar.
At this time, the only entrance to the cellar, the iron door, was opened from the outside.
The man in the black robe still showed only a pair of eyes and walked quietly from outside.
It seemed astonished that she would wake up so early, even though Leng Yiyao could not see the look on his face, the surprise in his eyes was still very straightforward and clear.
"I brought you bread and milk. It's so late, and it's hard to buy hot things." It's not that it's hard to buy, but it's worried about the exposure.
Leng Yiyao didn't ask too much, just nodded briefly, and took what was in his hand.
It would be nice to have something to eat. Right now, there is no room for choice.
Her mouth was too dry, and she gushed a glass of milk before she started gnawing on the bread.
While eating, the other party had been looking at her, seemingly curious about her identity, but still did not disturb her eating.
She lowered her head and glanced at her side. The Shescher's scimitar was no longer on her body. Obviously, it was taken by this person. Is it because she is afraid that she will suddenly make a move when she is "ungrateful"? Or, what did this man find from that scimitar?
She pretended to eat nonchalantly, while observing the man's expression without a trace.
The temperature in the cellar was very low, and there was no air conditioning in the room. After staying for a long time, the sequelae of excessive blood loss gradually became apparent.
After eating, Leng Yiyao slowly felt that the robe she was wearing was not warm enough. Seeing that the person lowered her head seemed to be thinking about something, after thinking about it, she said, "You asked me to come with you. What is it?"
This person is not a wanderer, otherwise, when he wants to do it, he can give and ask while riding her to sleep.
I didn't sleep at night, but I happened to be able to "encounter" her and two rapists in a broken house. This person's coming was wicked.
"Who are you?" The man didn't seem to hear her question. He raised his head and asked these three words directly.
The simplest question, the most natural question, the question that strangers should know the most when they meet.
Leng Yiyao smiled, "What does my identity have to do with you?"
He suddenly moved, and pulled out the Sheschl's scimitar from behind, and raised his head slightly. The dim light in the cellar was reflected in his eyes, and it gave out a somewhat secretive smell: "You probably don't know it yet An hour ago, the whole city was under total martial law. Do you want to guess, what is this for?"
The remaining sound was faint, but it seemed to reveal a breathtaking taste...