Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Legend has it that only a truly sincere and brave prince can pass through this man-eating forest to reach the castle where the princess lives and break the witch's curse.

In the past hundred years, countless princes have come here admiringly.

They all have raging ambitions, wanting to save the princess and become the princess' sweetheart.

It's just that a beautiful princess should be blessed and cared for by the heavens from beginning to end.

In order to protect Her Highness the Princess well and not be bullied by those who want to, a large man-eating forest grew outside the castle.

The environment is extremely harsh.

The ubiquitous miasma, thorns, and even bugs lurking in the depths can be weapons for killing people.

Taking people's lives invisible, like a gentle knife, silently killed batch after batch of princes with impure intentions.

For a hundred years, countless people came here because of this legend.

There are noble princes and villains who covet the beauty of the princess.

They all came because of the legend, wanting to see the beauty of the princess.

Unfortunately, with bad intentions, they were all buried in the cannibal forest.

Their blood watered the ugly trees, and their flesh became the most delicious fertilizer for the thorns.

Cannibal Lin is like a loyal and steadfast patron saint, trying his best to protect the beautiful princess.

Only a kind-hearted and brave prince can pass through this vast man-eating forest and reach the castle.

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The two princes and their followers did not know how long they had been gone.

The sky in the bushes is dark, there is no sun, and it will not rise as usual.

They walked for a long time, and their bodies were completely scratched by thorns.

The sharp sword has become weak and dull due to overuse.

Every time he slashed, the hilt of the sword hummed and vibrated.

It seemed as if it would be unable to hold on in the next second, and it would break apart and become pieces of scrap iron.

Here, time stood still and long, and the two princes were exhausted.

The attendants also gritted their teeth and cut off the thorns with daggers, opening up the way forward for their master.

Looking around, there were very few people in this group.

From the big convoy at the beginning, only the prince and two poor followers are left.

The entourage's clothes were torn by thorns, and they were already in a state of embarrassment.

His hands are also full of wounds, densely packed with tiny scratches.

It didn't look serious, but it was excruciatingly painful.

It's like there are thousands of ants gnawing on the wound.

In contrast, the person following them was much more comfortable.

Walking slowly along the path they finally opened up, like walking in the woods.

No hands, no need to do anything.

You just need to carry your luggage well and follow behind.

There are no requirements, too loose.

Compared with the tall and tall people in front, the people behind were obviously thinner and shorter to the naked eye.

Delicate and soft, you can tell it's a woman at a glance.

One, a young woman in a linen light gray cloak.

The cloak was big and thick, and it was draped over her body, completely blocking her figure.

The drooping cloak hat even obscured her face.

Faintly, only the soft and beautiful long black hair can be seen.

Walk quietly, without saying a word.

Like a shadow.

The two exhausted princes, after holding on for a long time, finally, couldn't hold on any longer.

Sweating profusely, with an earthy complexion, he turned around.

Facing the mysterious woman who has been following them.