Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirteenth Critical Moment

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In a critical moment, it was Memilla's inherent danger prediction that saved her.

It took a second or two for the big man to open his right hand like Memilla grabbed it. Under the extremely violent warning signs in his mind, Memilla recovered from her sluggishness.

Dad's bloody left shoulder looked so dazzling in the moonlight shining in through the window at night, and Memilla's face was also pale in this moonlight.

"Come here for me!" The big man in the lead confidently grabbed Memilla. For him, it couldn't be easier to handle an underage yellow-haired girl.

Maybe it was stimulated by his father's serious injury, or maybe it was the effect of the warning signs in his heart. At the moment when the strong man's hand was about to touch Memilla, an inexplicable courage added to Memilla's body. Pulling out the short dagger that exuded a touch of warmth, Memilla stabbed straight forward without any skill at all.

Locke's short dagger is just a low-level magical weapon, and there is no such thing as spiritual recognition, so anyone can use it.

It wasn't that Memira's straight stab was too fast, but that the short dagger with two intermediate-level spells was too sharp. Before the leader of the strong man could react, the light of the knife appeared, and his thumb was cut off.

Memira must be thankful that she didn't try to see how sharp the tip of this knife is.

"Damn it! My fingers!" The big man was in pain, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

This is the consequence of his carelessness. Low-level attendants can already integrate Dou Qi into any part of their body. Whether it is to increase strength or enhance defense, it is a good way to use it.

But the big man just applied his vindictive energy to his legs to increase his speed, and did not give his right hand any protection and blessing.

As a result, it was only cut off when the thumb touched the blade lightly.

What happened in the flash of light not only stunned the big man's two younger brothers, but also caught Memilla, who had done all this, off guard.

"Run." Dad shouted to Memilla again, this time his voice was much lower, which was caused by excessive blood loss.

Yin Hong's blood had dyed the ground red, and he pulled out his short dagger. The intruder saw that the old guy was still holding on to him, and with a ruthless expression, he stabbed the short dagger at his father again.

Once he stabbed the neck.

Memilla saw a nightmare that she would never forget in her life. A short sword went through her father's throat. A "run" word.

I don't know where the strength came from, Memilla clenched her dagger, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

The warning sign in her heart still lingered, telling Memilla that although she had cut off one of the big man's fingers, she still didn't know the opponents of the three intruders.

At this time, she must run out and ask for help from the city lord's patrolling guards in Evra City. Only then can she have a chance to retaliate against these intruders and prevent her father's blood from shedding in vain.

The more critical the moment, the more it can test a person's ability to stress. Memilla can still have such a clear mind under this kind of bereavement situation, which at least proves that this girl is very rational and smart.

"You, chase after me!" The big man said to another subordinate while bending over to eat.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, let alone a low-level attendant, even at a higher level, he is not immune to this level of pain.

Escaped into the kitchen, Memilla slammed into the dilapidated, wooden window.

After the big man's younger brother followed up, a big hole was opened in the window, and Memilla's figure gradually drifted away.

"Want to run? Can you run away?" The little brother scolded.

"Don't torture this corpse, let's chase it too! Mad, this time the boat capsized in the gutter." The big man spit on the ground and shouted at the younger brother who was still madly dipping in the corpse of Father Memila.

"It can cut off my finger. It's definitely not an ordinary weapon. It must be a magical weapon. Let's chase! Call Deni outside. I don't believe that this little girl can escape from my palm." Greeting the little brother In a word, the big man rushed out first.

It is late at night, and the city guards are still patrolling the city or the east of the city where the rich are mostly. There must be no people coming to the northwest in a short time. They must hurry up.

Memilla, who was fleeing, could even feel the breath of the yellow leather armored intruder behind her, which was less than two meters away from her.

What brought her more danger warning signs was the short sword in the hands of the intruder.

He saw with his own eyes that Memila used a magical weapon to cut off his boss's finger. How could this little brother despise Memila? He wanted to play with this woman, but he had to die.

Can only play, if it really can't, you can only ruin it.

Compared with Memira, who is as incomplete as Huaguduo, they are more interested in the demonized dagger in Memira's hands.

"Help! Help!" Memilla's shout spread throughout the nearby alleys, causing the four scoundrels who were chasing after him to curse.

What's more strange is that there are indeed people walking around in the surrounding houses, and there are whispers of being awakened, but no one is willing to come out to rescue this poor girl.

Human nature is selfish. Memilla knows everyone who lives nearby, even some of the gangsters who molested her in the evening.

When these people molested her

The children are quite big, but at this time, their courage was taken away by the dog.

If it was normal bullying and blackmailing, some people might come out to watch the fun, but everyone was not blind, and the four people who were chasing after Memilla were all strong men with short swords and wearing leather armor.

The costumes of the four people and their fierceness are all announcing the people around them, showing that they are adventurers.

In this case, everyone chose to protect themselves.

Memilla looked desperate, and it was not the little brother who had been chasing her who was about to catch up with her, but the big guy who had her fingers cut off.

What kind of speed is that? In the blink of an eye, the strong man's short sword has approached the tip of her hair.

Now that it has become a big problem, how can a strong man have the idea of ​​pity and cherish jade, solve this yellow-haired girl as soon as possible, and then leave Evra City with a magical weapon to avoid the limelight.

The city lord's escort will not let go of a guy like him who dares to kill and rob in the city in an upright manner.

The dagger with the partial vindictive blessing has already torn a tuft of Memira's hair, and at such a fast speed, it was not even enough for Memira to turn around and use the dagger in her hand to resist.

"Are you going to die?" Memilla's heart was blank.

"Ding!!!" From far to near, a gray-white stone shot from the horizon, hitting the strong man's dagger blade accurately, and making a crisp sound.

"Your name is Watt, right? That's how you manage your city?" In the sky, Locke's loose voice came.

"Boom, boom." The sound of horseshoes came. Those who were familiar with the sound naturally knew that this was the city lord's moat patrol, and it was the most elite guard cavalry.

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