Chapter 8 Escape (8)
Irene couldn't even imagine what kind of melee had taken place here before she arrived.
There was no visible change on Leo's body, but he was already covered in blood, so it was hard to tell whether those lying on the ground had hit him or not.
So, Leo could easily defeat seven people at once, so why did he look so weak and dying yesterday?
Why did she feel that Leo needed her rescue?
She was obviously the one who needed to be rescued.
Irene clenched the stick in her hand, facing the six intact bullets in the black muzzle, with a numb face, "I said I am not in the same group with them, I am actually here to save you, do you believe it?"
Leo leaned against the cage, his eyes looking at her as if frozen, and Irene clearly saw the two big words "disbelief".
She shouldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it either.
How could she be so hindsighted?
Fortunately, Leo has good fighting power, otherwise he would have been beaten half to death by now.
The woman smiled awkwardly, loosened the stick in her hand, raised her hands above her head, and looked harmless. She was completely different from the person who had just set fire to the warehouse.
Leo half-leaned against the cage, holding the gun loosely.
Although she did come to pick him up, she probably came with the intention of taking his life.
After all, if he was really an ordinary person with no power, he would have been killed by John long ago.
But thanks to her, his wounds are now bandaged and the most difficult person is lying at his feet.
Now, all he had to do was kill her, get her ID and passport, and he could get away.
All he had to do was pull the trigger to kill her and wash away the shame she had brought upon him.
It's a very simple thing.
Yes, it's very simple -
But why are my fingers so stiff that I can’t press down?
…
What should I do? What should I do? Leo really doubts her. How can I dispel his suspicion of her?
It feels like her current experience is similar to the teaching activities she participated in during her undergraduate studies. The problem that bothered her the most then is the same as it is now - how to win the hearts of post-disaster children when meeting them for the first time?
Irene tried hard to recall the past, and an idea suddenly occurred to her mind - she needed a gift that could break the current deadlock between her and Leo.
Fortunately, she prepared some things in advance.
It can barely be considered a gift.
It's just a little hard to take out.
A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead into her eyes, feeling sour and bitter. Irene blinked her left eye hard, and slowly lowered her hands in front of Leo. She pulled the top of her long skirt and pulled it hard, and the skirt split in two, revealing a loose black linen shirt.
——No waist
His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes felt as if they were burning. The boy turned his face away in fear and only dared to glance at Irene's approximate position with the corner of his eye.
What is she doing?
What did she do in front of him?
She was simply shameless and unbridled—
The pale earlobe exposed to Irene turned red in the blink of an eye.
Leo tightened his grip on the gun again, and he tried his best to remind himself——
He had to forget everything he had experienced in the past two days - not the violently shaking dark cage, not the festering wounds from repeated whippings.
He wanted to forget the sinful woman in front of him, her sinful words full of temptation, her indulgent and careless behavior, the tip of her tongue that showed after swallowing the food, the red marks on her thighs...
His knife was even tied to her leg!
Leo turned his head in anger and pain, staring at Irene. It was obviously not him who took off his clothes, but he stared at her desperately as if he had lost his virginity.
The best way to forget is
Kill her.
The murderous intent was not obvious, but it was firm enough.
But Irene obviously didn't realize it.
She was just a little embarrassed, it wasn't that she didn't want to take off her clothes normally, but the skirt was a pullover, and she was afraid that Leo would beat her to death as soon as she lifted the dress over her head to cover her eyes.
It felt like they were playing a game right now - he would kill her if she looked away, Irene thought with amusement.
She tied the torn clothes in two around her waist, and the dress instantly turned into a skirt, covering her trousers that were out of place with the women's attire of that era.
The main reason was that she had a map and money in her trouser pocket, which could barely be considered her trump card. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she didn't want Leo to know that she had these.
She pulled out of her shirt pocket a small hand-sewn notebook and a pencil she had taken from John's study.
The notebook was only the size of a palm, with the side edges sewn together with needle and thread, just enough to fit a pencil, and the cover was deliberately placed facing upwards so that it was exposed to his eyes.
It is a very simple handmade notebook, the kind that no one would pick up if it was thrown on the street in the 21st century.
Leo clearly saw a simple lion head on the cover of the book.
It can be seen that Irene drew the painting very carefully, and the mane was drawn one strand at a time. However, because it was drawn with a pencil and hidden in the arms, it was slightly rubbed, making the lion's head look dull.
Like Erin.
Leo's Adam's apple rolled slightly twice, and he tried to glare at Irene with disdain.
The woman in front of him had a tattered skirt, and was covered in dust and stains. The hem of her skirt even had several holes burned by the fire.
But she seemed not to care about this embarrassment at all.
While claiming to be here to save him, he gave her this extremely cheap gift.
Are you trying to bribe him?
Coveting the gypsies' so-called alchemical formula?
He was really looking forward to the vicious expression that would appear on Irene's face when she found out that the so-called alchemical formula was nothing but a scam.
Leo's light blue eyes met hers. The boy's pale face, stained with a few drops of blood, was cold and expressionless.
But the black muzzle of the gun was still pointing at her forehead, which was enough to show Leo's distrust of her.
Or maybe it was because he disliked the gift in her hand.
But she has already said it, can she still throw things over there?
That's even more insulting.
Irene was worried about her life. She raised the notebook and tentatively walked towards Leo.
"It's a little rough, but it's still usable. Do you want to try it?"
"I just saw that you seemed to have something to tell me."
“Can you write it down?”
"Aren't we allies? I want to get to know you better."
She bent down softly like a cat drenched by the rain, and looked at him flatteringly with her bright black eyes.
His heart suddenly felt empty for a moment, and Leo's mind went blank. He felt like he had fallen into a ball of cotton. His hands and feet were weak, and breathing became difficult.
This feeling was like having his head pressed into a water tank, with the rose-scented water stimulating his senses. He subconsciously closed his eyes, his consciousness becoming hazy due to lack of oxygen.
He recalled how he struggled like a dead fish on a chopping board after being thrown out of the water, with liquid choking out of his mouth and nose, causing mockery and laughter from the people around him.
They say, "The little gypsy bastards really can't hold their breath."
He lay on the ground, his will clamoring wildly to kill them, to kill all those who laughed at him, but his reason told him not to.
Just like now, he gave orders to his fingers in vain.
But willpower was once again at a disadvantage.
An inexplicable emotion that came from nowhere begged him to let her go.
If for no other reason than to take it as the identity certificate that she has hidden somewhere, don't kill her—
The gun dropped.
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"call--"
Finally saving her life, Irene clenched the fingertips that had just been touched by Leo. She looked at the boy's slightly bent long legs - although she couldn't see the wound, she could tell from his posture that he was trying his best to reduce the stress on his more seriously injured leg.
Out of a complex desire to please Leo and a little distress, Irene hesitated for a moment and asked:
"How about I carry you and run. Your legs are a little uncomfortable for running. We should have to walk quite a distance."
She added: "I have good physical strength. I can run with you in my arms. They won't catch up with me."
These words exploded in the boy's ears like thunder. He suddenly raised his head in astonishment, his expression as if he had been struck by lightning.
This was the first time in his life that Leonold hated himself for not being able to speak.
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