Chapter 47
The moment the boy put the dagger on Nursery Yao's neck, the carriage suddenly moved.

After the fierce horse pulling the cart neighed, it was galloped like the wind by two strange men outside.

Nursery rhyme and the boy stared at each other, and neither of them spoke for a while.

"Brother, are you nervous?"

As soon as the boy heard the nursery rhyme, the expression on his face suddenly became fierce, "Shut up! Don't try to play tricks!"

"But, little brother, your hands are shaking all the time." Under the nervous and fierce eyes of the boy, Tong Yao slowly removed one hand from the stove and raised it to his shoulder.

Then he took the boy's hand holding the dagger, and slowly exerted force. "Yes, that's it, relax and stop shaking."

After finishing speaking, Tong Yao moved his hand away, stretched out his hand and slowly moved it towards his neck, touched the wound lightly, and then stretched it out to his eyes.

"Look, it's bleeding!"

Hearing this, the boy looked at the drop of bright red blood on Tong Yao's hand, and the bleeding wound on her snow-white neck, guilt flashed in his eyes.

Slowly relaxing his hand, he couldn't help but slowly put down the dagger.

But when he put it halfway, his eyes sharpened sharply, his hands turned around, and he put the dagger on Tong Yao's body again.

However, this time, it was on Nursery Rhyme's shoulders instead of her neck.

"Shut up!" The boy looked at the nursery rhyme and shouted fiercely.

"No!" Nursery rhyme pouted, "I'm afraid." She looked at the little boy, "If you don't let me talk, I won't be able to help crying."

The boy looked at the nursery rhyme, and a layer of tears slowly welled up in his eyes.

But he quickly took a breath, then raised his other hand, and wiped away the layer of tears with his sleeve.

He looked at the nursery rhyme with those still red eyes, and stared fiercely, "Don't cry, I won't kill you!"

"But I'm still afraid, my parents are not here, you still hold me with a knife, and you still ask someone to drive the carriage to nowhere." Tong Yao looked at him and pursed her mouth.

After being silent for a while, Tong Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she handed him another stove beside her, "Little brother, I'll give you this stove, you can talk to me."

The boy frowned, looked at Tong Yao's star-like black and white eyes, and suddenly turned his head away, "You are from the thief's family, I have nothing to say to you."

"Wei thief?" Tong Yao was puzzled, "I am not, my surname is Tong, and my name is Tong Yao."

"Hmph!" The boy snorted heavily, "Tong's surname is not a good thing either! I saw with my own eyes that thief Tong Siyuan murdered my father..."

"Master!" A loud shout suddenly came from outside the car curtain, interrupting the boy's unfinished sentence.

Then, a man with a cloak and a brown coir raincoat outside jumped into the carriage, took the dagger from the boy's hand, and placed it firmly on Nursery Yao's neck again.

"Little girl, I advise you, it's best not to play any tricks!"

After finishing speaking, the man looked at the boy with some resentment, "Master, you forgot again, I taught you that from now on, you shouldn't have any kindness, you can't trust anyone, you can't Let your identity be known to anyone else."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly let out a cry of surprise and fell to the ground, with black poisonous blood overflowing from his mouth.

He let go of the hand holding the dagger, and the whole person fell straight towards the two people, with an arrow stuck in his back, the arrow pierced from behind, but pierced out from his chest.

His eyes were wide open, and half of the glasses were white like dead fish.

Do not look down.

(End of this chapter)

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