Sreta raised the wooden stick high and waved it down.

Hold the wooden stick high again and wave it down.

Raise and wave.

The muffled noise did not stop...

The other slave men in the tavern also ended the battle early, and the tavern workers and the power of fighting were besieged and killed. Everyone had the leisure to look behind them.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the man attacking Sreta had been injured.

It seems that things are over and Sreta's mission is completed.

However, everyone is like Noqi.

The slave man who fell to the ground and covered his wound was stunned and stared.

The slave man with strength stood with disbelief and even felt fear.

The muffled sounds were accompanied by the swaying curtains of the door and windows.

It was accompanied by blood splattering everywhere.

Sreta raised the bloody wooden stick in his hand and smashed it hard at the back of the man's head again.

The slightest sound of the wind accompanied by the waving of the wooden stick, and hit the back of the flesh and muddy head heavily.

The dull sound gradually turned into a low tide.

It's like a wooden stick hitting the calm lake...

Sreta's half face was stained with a lot of blood, and even a trace of minced meat was hanging on his chin.

Her face was ferocious, her mouth was grinning, and her eyes seemed to be big and small, and she was breathing heavily.

After a while, it seemed as if it was venting its anger.

On the back of the man's head, bright red blood mixed with white and yellow n-slurry, forming a strange purple color.

However, Sreta still ignored it and waved it down with a stick.

I don't know how long it took.

Until Sreta finished her whole body, she gasped and threw the unsightly wooden stick in her hand on the ground.

She gasped and yelled at the man's body on the floor.

"I said that I hate others hitting me with wooden sticks the most!!"

"Cockroaches in the stinky ditch, bastard! Ahhhh!"

...

Hysterical anger hits straight from Sreta's cervical vertebrae.

Perhaps no one will understand why the little master in front of him is so angry.

Why is the little master not afraid of all this?

He can actually whip...

After Sreta vented, she gasped heavily and saw that the pub was extremely quiet, as if a needle fell off the floor.

Her blood-red cheek twisted over, and everyone's body and mind trembled when they saw this, as if their hearts were intimidated.

"What are you doing while you are?"

"Blast it for me!"

The slave men didn't even dare to reply, and they all woke up and started to smash the shop.

With a crackling sound, Sreta felt that she was not strong enough. She took a few steps back and sat on the floor, covering her forehead with one hand, and tears were flowing from her eyes and a little sobbing.

After being attacked by a man behind her back, she fainted for a brief moment and actually reminded her of what happened in Gott Town half a year ago.

That incident is still an indelible scar in her mind.

Just like a wooden board is nailed, even if the nail is pried open, the dark hole of the wooden board still exists, telling Sreta what happened...

With a stick, Sreta seemed to have returned to that time half a year ago, as if he was like that, he was knocked to the ground with a wooden stick.

He fell on the muddy ground and was hit by someone.

One after another.

At that time, she was in pain and lost consciousness, but when she recalled her, she felt that her whole back was stinging as if she was acupuncture.

"It is obvious that civilian Sreta is dead..."

"Why can I still remember myself..."

Sreta choked in pain.

At the moment she was knocked down, she was extremely scared.

She is so scared...

But after the whole person's spirit turns back, the anger comes to him.

A huge anger.

She wants to kill the person who beats her with a wooden stick!

Sreta, who was mentally turned, knew that she could not be afraid!

But now Sreta is choked like a child, even though she is just a child...

Just as Sreta adjusted his mood, the door suddenly sounded open at the door of the tavern!

Sreta stared at him and slowly raised his head to look at the door of the tavern.

Could it be that the capital guards are coming in search of sound?!

Sreta was frightened.

However, what came in was not the capital guards wearing armor, but Erlan, who was in the same fluffy cloak as her.

Erlan was a little strange, as if she was afraid of being recognized, and she was wearing a hood tightly.

What’s even more strange is that Erlan held a wooden stick in his right hand and a person in his left hand.

The person who was carried by Er Lan looked like a girl, and she didn't look old, otherwise Er Lan would have difficulty dragging it in with one hand.

"Er Lan?"

Sreta's voice was a little choked and dry, which made Erlan stunned.

She looked at the small figure sitting on the floor with a hood covering half of her face, and her face gradually became dazed.

Erlan immediately threw the man in his left hand to the ground, rushed forward and ran forward to the small figure, and hugged the small figure in his arms.

Erlan was extremely frightened and frightened. She cursed herself secretly, why didn't she come early...

Her eyes were red, and she gently wiped away the minced flesh and blood from the little figure's face with her sleeves.

However, after just a while, the blood was a little dry and solidified on the face. Erlan couldn't even wipe it off.

Erlan turned his head and looked around and saw that the slave man was divided into two parts, one of whom fell to the ground and was injured and rested, and the other part was smashing the tavern.

There were two corpses lying down next to the entrance of the tavern. One of them was not surprising, but blood was flowing all over the ground.

But the other one makes people want to retching at a glance.

The entire head of the corpse was smashed by hard objects, and the faint purple blood seemed to solidify on the ground...

Erlan saw a blood-stained wooden stick thrown by the little figure, and then thought of the small figure in her arms. How could she guess what was going on?

Erlan blamed himself in grief: "Little master, it's Erlan who is late..."

Sreta was hugged by Erlan, and she felt the warmth, and finally seemed to have returned to her soul.

"I...I'm fine."

"It's all my fault... it's all my fault..."

"How can you blame me? I came here secretly."

"No..." Erlan's eyes were filled with tears, "I should have followed you last time when you went out, otherwise you wouldn't be angry with the gangsters in the tavern... This time I should have guessed the little master's thoughts earlier. If I had come earlier, I would have had to let the little master encounter such a thing...!"

I really don’t know if it was a coincidence or a bad luck. Every time Erlan followed Sreta, there seemed to be no accident, but she didn’t follow her twice before she went out, and something happened.

Erlan is so blaming himself...

Sreta not only felt the warmth in her body, but listening to Erlan's worries and self-blame, her heart seemed to pour into her warm blood, and her body and mind were immediately warmed.

Sreta returned to Baoerlan and chuckled: "It's okay...it's all over."

"Little master, you must promise Erlan. If you go out and do anything, you must bring Erlan with you. Erlan will not stop you anymore. As long as Erlan can be by your side, you can do whatever you want!"

"Okay, I promise you..."

In the most care, amid the sound of smashing the shop, Erlan packed up her emotions and held Sreta's cute face. She kept wiping Sreta's sleeves for Sreta.
Chapter completed!