Chitose words

Chapter 464 Release
Although Zhuo Nan said that he could barbecue over an open fire in the temple, Xie Zhao finally chose to barbecue in the courtyard outside the mountain temple.

One is because she was taught in the Shentai Palace since she was a child. Even if she does not believe in gods and Buddhas, she still knows how to be respectful.

Secondly, she felt that of the two groups in the mountain temple, Zhuo Nan was obviously more pleasing to the eye, right?
Xie Zhao felt that in this situation, she was barely considered to be "in the same group" with Zhuo Nan. Since they were in the same group, she had to give her companions face.

As for Sanlai.
This slave looked really pitiful. She went outside the mountain temple and acted according to the situation. She helped whenever she could. It was just a matter of convenience.

Let him go.

As for whether he can survive on the grasslands at such a cold and windy night in the North after letting him go, that depends on him.

No matter what, it's better than being tied up and waiting to die.

However, if Xie Zhao's trip was not honest and she did not dare to attract too much attention, she would definitely repair the Hanyong noble of the Northern Dynasty.

She raised the corners of her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He is old after all!
When she was a teenager, she was young and vigorous. She went crazy in the Nanbeichao official road from north to south.

To this day, the fierce bandits in the North who are in the mountains on both sides of the thousand-mile official road are still frightened by the name of the "Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal".

Now she is a few years older, has experienced the pain of losing her mother and father, and has also experienced many ups and downs in this world.

Now my mind is much calmer than before, and I can actually hold back all kinds of idleness.

If the domineering nobles of the Northern Dynasties in Xishan Temple were such thugs as Fu Jingci in the past, they would definitely be tempted to teach him a lesson.

Xie Zhao deliberately started a fire near the place where the slave was tied and forced to kneel.

She piled up a handful of ready-made firewood in the courtyard of the mountain temple, lit it with flint, then rubbed her hands to keep warm as if there was no one around, and prepared to start barbecue.

The warm firelight shone on the slave's scarred face.

The slave moved slightly. Although his hands and feet were tied, his body still subconsciously crawled closer to the bonfire.

So warm, he thought.

He didn't know whether to live or die, and he bravely took a look at the beautiful and kind-hearted woman beside the fire.

He vaguely guessed that this noble man must have grilled meat beside him on purpose, so that he could also take the opportunity to warm himself up by the bonfire.

The slave thought to himself: It is not too bad to have such a little warmth before death. This time in this world is not so bad.

At first, there was an entourage from the Northern Dynasty nobleman who stayed outside to guard the slave.

But as the smell of meat roasted by his companions wafted out from the temple, the tall man at the helm couldn't bear it anymore.

He could tell that his master seemed to be quite wary of Xie Zhao. Otherwise, with his habit of loving women and taking two beautiful female slaves with him when traveling, how could he let go of such a stunning beauty so easily?

Perhaps this beautiful woman had some great status, so the young master did not dare to offend her too much.

However, he was "implicated" by the slave, who had to blow the cold wind outside on a cold day, which made the man in his entourage very dissatisfied.

He only scolded the slave: "A dead thing is still alive, why isn't it dead?"

Then, he hurried in to eat. I thought to myself, but the slave was tied up very well, and I didn't expect the young master to blame him.

When the only guard guarding the slave entered the temple, a moment later, the slave suddenly felt his hands and feet loosen in his daze.

He had just been severely beaten by the guards under the command of the Northern Dynasty noble. At this time, his whole body was burning with pain, so he even felt a little dazed.

But suddenly, the slave's spirit was shaken!
Because he suddenly realized that the restraints on his hands and feet had been cut off with a dagger at some point? The slave looked in disbelief and looked up at Xie Zhao beside the campfire.

Next to the dim yellow flame, Xie Zhao's beautiful face was as cold as the cold moon in the cold river, like the jade-faced Guanyin in the Buddhist temple.

That face, as white and flawless as the most precious jade in the world, made the slave feel a particularly sad and compassionate feeling in his trance.

"you--"

The slave had just opened his mouth to utter a word, but because he had not drank water for a long time, he was unable to make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Xie Zhao did not look at him, but said softly in Hanyong dialect of the Northern Dynasties:

"If you don't leave now, wait until later."

She quietly threw a water bag into the male slave's frozen arms.

"I'm sorry, I have other important matters, and I can only help you here."

When the male slave heard this, the light of life suddenly appeared in his previously dead eyes!

She really wanted to help him escape?

A slave who is disliked by his master cannot survive. He was actually prepared to die just now.

Who would have thought that now there is a bright future in another village, and there is new life in front of it!
He struggled to get up and held the water bag in his arms tremblingly, as if he was holding on to his last life and hope.

Immediately, the male slave tremblingly climbed up with his bruised body, and then walked towards the dark grassland without looking back.

Just as he was about to disappear into the dark wilderness, the slave suddenly whispered hoarsely and with great effort:
". Kind-hearted girl, if Azan can survive tonight, he will definitely repay you in the future."

Xie Zhao looked at the black shadow that was gradually disappearing in the distance with an expressionless face, and sighed silently.

There is no need to repay him.

Everything she did in her life was done from her heart, and she never expected others to repay her.

Xie Zhao threw the broken hemp ropes on the ground into the fire and watched them turn into ashes silently.

In such troubled times, she really shouldn't be meddling in this business at this time.

But looking at him, he was really pitiful and had a bit of backbone. He never begged for mercy and cried out in pain when he was tortured and beaten. In the end, he couldn't help but help.

After a few more sticks of incense, the venison turned over in Xie Zhao's hand had already developed a roasted aroma and was basically cooked.

The guards under the Hanyong noble of the Northern Dynasty were also well fed and ready to change shifts.

When he saw that there was no one outside except Xie Zhao, the guard couldn't help but be shocked!

He hurriedly reported loudly inside: "Young Master is in trouble! That bitch slave is missing!"

"What? That makes no sense!"

There were footsteps behind her, but Xie Zhao did not look back. She continued to roast the meat in her hands calmly and calmly, as if other people and things had nothing to do with her.

The Hanyong aristocratic man from the Northern Dynasty looked at the empty mountain temple courtyard with only the woman alone, and stood at the door and took a deep breath.

He stared at Xie Zhao's back with evil eyes, but because he had a vague guess about his identity, he didn't dare to offend him for the moment.

It was expected that the slave ran to the depths of the grassland with wounds all over his body. The winter was cold and the weather was cold, and he was not fully clothed. He would not survive a night. It was just a matter of where he died.