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"The general said that the Direwolf King was extremely dissatisfied because of the women's collective escape last month. "Therefore, the restriction orders the selection of another four hundred noble women from the common folk."

"Here is the list. In the morning you may go to the Prince of the South with a letter from the General. However, you must also bear in mind that none of the maids can be missing, nor can she die. Otherwise, if we were to investigate this matter, you might not be able to keep your head. "

That night, Ink Yan lay on the chuang, studying the list over and over again in the candlelight.

He saw that on the paper, there were four densely packed strings of tiny kicks. They looked beautiful, but when he took a glance at them, it was a shocking sight to behold! So many! Perhaps all the appropriate age women in the capital were already there?

At this moment, Ling Ling came in from the outer room with a foot wash. She saw that Ink Yan was reading a piece of paper with the light of a lamp. He softly and slowly walked to the side, glanced at the contents, and also glanced at the face of Mo Yan. He then squatted down and started to take off her shoes, and started chattering again.

"Lord 49, you do not know that the Prince of the South has now given the order that all girls between the ages of 9 and 15 are to be recruited. "With the exception of Lord Molda's residence, all the citizens of the King's City are busy giving money to the southern prince's accountant …"

Ink Yan absent-mindedly continued to stare at the list, her mouth filled with questions.

"Isn't it the King's County Magistrate who is in charge of collecting contribution girls? When is it my turn to collect the money from the Prince's Mansion?"

"Isn't it because he wants to brush up on her so that he can avoid her?" "Ling lowered her head, lifted up the warm water and placed it on the back of Ink Mist's foot, lowering her body so that no one could see her expression." As long as he gave her some money, she would lose out to her age. Isn't it always a good deal? "

"It's just that I'm unlucky …"

Ink Yan finally looked away from the list and interrupted Ling Ling in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

Ling Ling said angrily, "It's all because of those wealthy families that they spent money to buy the accounting office of the Southern Prince's Mansion. They wanted to change their age so that their daughter would be left out of the competition. If I were to arrange for my daughter's marriage to be done in a low-key manner, I would be able to perfectly hide from the list of names of the women who have chosen her! "

"But do you know? That was so expensive! "A 15-17 year old girl would need twenty taels of silver, a 13-14 year old girl would need fifteen taels of silver, and even nine years old would cost ten taels of silver!"

At this time, for some reason, Wen Yan's dead heart suddenly relaxed. She looked back at the list of names, and her eyes had a different color.

"Ling Ling, it's getting late." If you have nothing else to do, you should go back and rest. "

Ling Ling slightly paused in her movement as she pinched a towel. Her lively face was filled with astonishment for her sake.

"Lord 49, are you sure you don't want to hear the news from Ling? You must know that tomorrow, you will not be able to successfully assist the Southern Prince's Mansion in capturing enough daughters. Even Lord Molda would not be able to protect you. "

Ink Yan blew out the light, lay back on the chuang, told "leave the medicine" and closed the tent herself.

Ling Ling knew that this represented the boredom of her master. If he continued to speak, there would still be no end to it. He left the medicine and went out alone.

After Ling's footsteps disappeared behind the door, Ink Yan flipped down from the chuang. With one hand she fished out the medicine Ling Ling left on the table, with the other hand she touched the stick, carefully opening the southern window. Then he leaned back against the window and unbuttoned his collar. He shrugged at the rate of a second and slowly took off his clothes and put them under his collarbone.

He saw that the flesh that was previously torn in the beast battle arena had now been covered and dried. The outermost layer of the flesh was even tightly adhered to the fabric of the clothing, congealing the fibers and blood into a lump. Ink Yan slightly reached out her hand to separate.

Rip — —

The pain pierced right into his heart from his shoulder! Despite her harsh training as a secret service agent, she could not avoid the corner of her mouth from twitching, wishing that she could faint.

Mist Grass! It was all that shameless Molda!

As she closed her eyes, she was cursing in her heart Mo Da, who had suddenly descended onto the Colosseum!

If he hadn't meddled with matters and come to the lower beast battle arena, how could her plan not have improved at the Southern Prince's Mansion?! He was afraid that the sensitive wolf would find out that he was a woman, so he insisted on not healing the wound and not changing the medicine!

It was so painful! It was so painful!

Ssss —!

"It really hurts ~ ~"

At this moment, a man's arm was quietly extended from the southern window where Ink Yan was leaning. It was resting twenty centimeters above her head. Ink Yan only had a wheezing sound! His wrist was like a spirit serpent pressing down on the wind, accurately covering her mouth!

Before Ink Yan could retaliate, a bare-chested man popped out of the window behind her. He grabbed Ink Yan and fiercely sucked her down from his cheek!