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"Lord 49, are you alright?"

Very quickly, Ling'er's voice rang out from the doorway once more. Behind the thin door, several men silently waited behind Ling.

Ink Yan glanced at the now empty south window and thought to herself, "At least Hua Di walked faster, let's enter in a bad mood!"

"I'm fine!"

Then, Ling'er pushed open the door, covering her mouth as she cried out in alarm!

"Sir 49, why do you have such heavy injuries?!"

Ink Yan lowered her head and saw that the bandage around her lower abdomen was bleeding again. The dark-red blood clot, as a result of the range of movement, rustled away, revealing an even fresher liquid that had gushed out from within.

Ling trotted in and touched the powder.

"Sir 49, please let me apply the medicine for you!"

Mist Grass!

If he let Ling Ling apply the medicine, wouldn't the fact that he was a girl be exposed?

At this time, Ink Yan had already paid her respects to the female relatives of the Hua Di family who had just left many times!

Therefore, when Ling approached her, she grabbed the window frame with one hand and stepped out.

Ah--!

Ling Ling cried out in fear. Then she stuck her head out of the window and called out to Ink Yan, who was kneeling on the ground.

My lord! You, come back quickly ~

"You, you still have injuries on your body ~ ~"

However, the Ink Yan had already come out, how could she go back to be manipulated by others?

Covering her heart against the night sky, she lowered her head and quickly ran towards the outer wall of the Molda Courtyard.

In her memory, she still remembered that Ling Ling had mentioned that the families of the women of the same age as her were bribing the accounting teachers of the Southern Prince's Mansion.

Surely this greedy accountant would account for his bribes? It was impossible to save these pitiful women without this account book. Why not take advantage of the situation and head to the Prince of the South's residence first?

It was just that her luck was not that good.

She had only just touched the outermost wall, and with her memories, she found the dog hole that the Three-Legged Golden Wolf had created. He took a look.

Under the background that was almost completely black, Ink Yan could see a completely black wall! It was all solid! There wasn't even a hole in the drill!

"Mist Grass!"

"What kind of idiot is this, eating so much that he doesn't have anything to eat, and he's even blocking the dog hole?!"

At this time, the sharp blade that was used to patrol came out from some unknown corner, looked at her with burning eyes, then turned around, led Ink Yan to take a few more steps towards the wall, stretched out her claws and dug into the deeper parts of the wall.

Suddenly, a small hole opened up in the wall covered in vegetation, and a faint blue line of sight shot in from inside. Ink Yan squatted down and looked outside. She found that there was a wooden house built here, and it was divided into three rooms. There was a gap in the outer door. The stench, almost fainting, mixed with the night wind, blew back into the other end of the wall.

Cough cough!

It was actually a toilet!

Ink Yan was caught off guard, she almost cried from the stench! He was planning on settling the score with Sharp Blades. After all, who was it that allowed him to be so wicked as to actually bring him to this side of the toilet? If the stench killed her, wouldn't the people of the world die in the dark?

At this moment, Sharp Blades glanced at Ink Yan as if reading her mind, before turning around and running away with his tail between his legs! Four legs sprinting on the ground! He had actually gone through the third transition and disappeared without a trace!

Then?

Ink Yan looked at the stinky hole, then thought about the wound in her heart that was about to explode. She finally closed her eyes and pinched her nose!

"..."

Half an hour later, after the curfew, the usually brightly lit Residence of the Southern Prince gradually extinguished its light and went to sleep. The guard who was in charge of the night shift took a sip of his wine and slowly walked around the corner of the wall before heading to the other side.

At this moment, a small "man" sneakily ran out from the outer corner of the yard, which was also covered in vegetation. Standing outside the wall, he jumped a little and reached for the branch half a meter above his head. As he jumped, he also cursed.

"It's all the fucking Emperor's fault!"

"Why did you climb over the wall to change me in the middle of the night?"

"It caused my wound to split open! He couldn't find a place to change the medicine! "If you want me to hang myself in this damned place where even history has not recorded, how can my elite education and reputation in Huaxia be preserved?"

Needless to say, this' man 'who had been cursing the Emperor was naturally the same Ink Mist that had run away from the Moorda Mansion. Currently, she was wholeheartedly carrying out tonight's plan — climbing over the wall to find the Southern Prince's accountant.

However, perhaps it was because she was too focused on climbing, she did not notice that a large wooden stick had appeared from behind her back and was aiming at the back of her head!

Clang!

Soon after, Wen Yan's vision darkened, and the group of people fell off the wall. They were caught by another pair of large hands, which were waiting below. They were moved from the corner of the Southern Prince's Mansion to a small room in the slums.