She Is Not a Witch Chapter 49: The Scimitar

Looking at the stubborn little girl, the eyes of the guards turned to the long knife in her hand.

But at this moment there is still hesitation among them, after all, Emenas's name is there.

"Bitch!"

Seeing that the girl was motionless, the blessed guard slapped it over. Without precaution, Jena didn't completely get out of the way. She was slapped halfway, and her face felt hot.

"How many more times do I want to say it?"

"Hurry up." Several people shouted.

The guards around have also become tough, feeling that the girl is blatantly rebelling, not giving them face.

Why.

Does everyone who leave the city have to be checked? Did they really do it for the sake of the residents of the city?

I always feel something is wrong.

Jena's mind and emotions clash with each other. She is a good obedient child, and her heart is inevitably shaken in the face of such a straightforward scolding.

Boom——

A stone hit the back of the guard just now, and then it fell to the ground.

"Who?"

The guard yelled angrily, and the other guards turned around and looked around, but still didn't see who made the shot.

It is another small stone, thrown out from nowhere, and gently hit Jena's back, let her keen backhand catch it, and then hold it, while the surrounding guards turned around to look around, she turned her head When I looked around, I saw that the wrist hiding behind the room made a gesture to her.

As if for an instant, the wrist was retracted again to avoid being seen by other guards.

Seeing this scene, Jena's heart slowly became clear.

Next, a few more stones were thrown out and hit the heads of these guards, causing them to scream in pain.

And taking advantage of the chaotic gap, Jena walked out of the guards, turned on her horse, and rushed out of the city. Even if someone blocked her, she was hit with a scabbard.

After riding outside the city for a long time, she stopped slowly when she saw that there were no chasing soldiers behind. Later, I found a corner of the woods to hide the horse here, and then turned back to the road, quietly hiding behind the tree and waiting.

People walked out of the city one after another on the road. After a long time, a man wearing a dark brown cloak walked past and Jenna stood up.

"Please wait a minute."

The passerby turned around. It turned out to be an uncle with scum. Seeing that his face was slightly vicissitudes of life, it didn't seem surprising that Jena suddenly stopped him.

"Thank you for your help." Jenna knew that this was the person who threw the stone to help her, and was also the scimitar last night.

"It's nothing, but you, be careful when you go out." After the uncle replied briefly, he was ready to continue riding.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" Jena asked.

"I don't know, just walk around." The uncle replied casually.

"Please wait a moment, I'm going to Fengyan City, maybe just some distance along the way." After Jena called to stop the uncle, he pulled out the horse from the depths of the woods, and then moved forward and walked side by side with the uncle. .

"Little girl, you are so defenseless. If you walk with strangers like this, there will be problems." Although the uncle said so, he did not leave early.

"But I think Uncle is a good person." Jenna said.

"Haha, I'm not a good person." He laughed loudly, then took a whip to raise his speed.

Jena, who followed behind him, also accelerated, and the two chatted casually without a word, and walked to the west.

...

"Where is the uncle from? I can't guess from your accent." Jena asked curiously.

"Me? I'm not anywhere. I wander around anyway. Sometimes I find work and make some money." He said casually.

As the road progressed, the two walked in the wilderness, watching the sunset gradually setting in the distance.

"Ha, it seems that we are going to sleep in the wild today." The uncle said.

Then the two found a place leeward, tied the horse, and then found some dry wood to set up a bonfire.

Around the warm campfire, Jena talked about her experience. She came from a family of mercenaries. When she was a child, although her father was not around all the time, she still lived a wealthy life and had a good childhood.

"I'm not so lucky. When I was young, my family was relatively hard. I have done a lot of tiring work, and I have seen a lot of unhappy things." The uncle talked about his past lightly.

"How does the uncle think of the halberd faction and the bow hunting faction?" On the way, Jina buried many inexplicable questions and distress in her heart.

"It's all scum, there's nothing to say." The uncle took off his boots, sniffed his feet, and then turned upside down to shake off the mud from the boots.

Jena covered her nose, and then continued to ask: "Then why did you help the bow hunters in the city yesterday?"

"This is easy to say, although it is all bad, but at present, it seems that the bow hunting pie is a little bad."

"But that's it. I advise you to avoid people from both sides." The uncle added.

"However, there are currently only two factions in China."

"So, this is a rotten country, and the ground is full of rotten insects."

"But ~IndoMTL.com~ also has some simple and kind-hearted villagers." Jenna said hesitantly.

"Perhaps, it's just that they didn't have a chance. If they were grouped into the two factions, they would become the same in three days and would not be able to withstand any test." The uncle blew the whistle and wrapped it from the saddle. Take out the dried meat strips, string them up with wooden skewers, and roast them on the fire.

"At first I didn't believe it, but looking at you like this, it deserves to be from Emenas." The uncle turned his eyes to the girl by the fire.

"What's it like?" Jenna asked puzzled.

"How to put it, ideal, naive, maybe Emenas is indeed a good place, it protects your children very well, and allows you to see the beautiful and kind side of the world."

"Let’s take a look at what the guard said to you this morning."

"You were actually hesitating at the time, right? You can easily break through with your own strength, but because you take into account the rules and laws, you don't want to overstep it at will."

"If it weren't for me to take action, I am afraid you would really be pulled into the house by them and put down your weapons."

"This..."

"Little girl, remember one thing. Not everyone is worth hearing and believing."

"Some scumbags, don't listen to or believe a word when they say something. Sword is the best word to deal with them."

"If you reason with them, they will coerce you with all kinds of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and the overall situation, and they will all be righteous and righteous."

"The reason is to talk to those good people who are reasonable. To deal with these scumbags, you are simply insulting yourself by reasoning with them."

"How can we tell which are scumbags and which are good people?"

"Then it depends on what he actually did, and what's the use of it. Some dreadful things you do will tell you who this is."