Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

() This dungeon is not so stuffy compared to the outside. I saw the narrow opening above the dungeon and the sunlight coming in. I think this dungeon should be the upper room. The fuse of the whole thing is Frederick of Germany... No, That's a man's name. Now what should this embarrassed German woman with disheveled blonde hair and half of her clothes be called? According to German grammar, she should be called Felicity Lisa, but in colloquial terms, I can call her , Felicia or Felicia.

But these are not the main points. As for the surprise, there is no need for it. I just know that this ridiculously beautiful guy is not a man, otherwise it would hurt my self-esteem.

She raised her head, showing a pair of eyes of hatred: "You villain, you are happy now! Seeing our miserable state, you are satisfied!"

At a time like this, saying anything is meaningless.

I looked around the room carefully and saw Hans, he was in a very bad condition, he had been whipped several times on his back, bloody, he was exhaling more than inhaling.He was also imprisoned on a torture device, which is very familiar and is often used in Hollywood movies, that is, his hands and head are locked in a shackle, and the prisoner is squatted on the ground in a very uncomfortable position.

I took out the small dagger I was carrying, squatted a foot away from her and whispered: "Am I satisfied? You should ask yourself this, my German friend. Are you satisfied? From Constantine In just a few months, he fought with people no less than thirty times in the square of the university district, and he was called the dueling Frederick, hmph, the result made the friend next to you so miserable, are you satisfied?"

"I'm all for justice!"

There's something wrong with this girl's head.

"Didn't it mean that justice will never be defeated by evil, but what about you now? You are chained and unable to move... Hehehe." I know that I am here to save people, but I still can't help but preach to this unknown The so-called guy, "I forgot to tell you that your so-called justice has caused a lot of trouble for your good friends. People in the church discovered that the books they created implied the intention of treason. Now they are under house arrest. "

My sneer elicited a violent reaction from her, she hysterically tugged on the chain and wanted to rush over, but the chain made in Rome is very strong, all she did was in vain...

It seems that I saw something bad. This girl is actually flat-chested... Quickly retracting my eyes, I said: "Once the charge of treason is convicted, I think you can guess what will be waiting for them. If this is your justice, I think this kind of justice is too ridiculous."

"Bastard, villain! It's all you! I wish I could kill you! Ah~~~"

The screams of the young literary and artistic youths aroused the astonishment and roars of laughter from the group of big men outside...

"Hey, what did you do in there to make that bitch scream so loudly..."

"Hahaha, that thing of yours is too big! Spit some saliva! This kind of first-time pussy is no better than those bitches who have been fucked by [cao], they can't be stuffed in without getting wet!"

I pointed to the booing outside the door with my thumb, and said in a low voice: "Did you hear what those people outside said? Compared to them, I am already a good person. Don't look at me like that, you know, they are going to be there First, in front of your childhood sweetheart, it’s your turn to [jian] you, and I spent nearly four Ole’s to get the No.1 position, just to get this time to come in and chat with you.”

"What did you say!!! What did you say!!!"

The girl's reaction became more intense, and I had to take a few steps back to avoid being scratched by her.

"Say it again! I'm only worth four Ores!!!"

"To be exact, three Ores and a few Soridos, hey, but these are not the point." I think there is something wrong with this girl's spirit.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill them!!!"

Well, this seems to be talking too much, this is what a righteous young man who is about to be defiled should say.

"The heir of my dignified Kingdom of Prussia, even if I am reduced to prison, I can't be insulted like this! Four Ores!!! If I can get out, I will kill you! Kill them all!!!"

Uh... I have black lines in my head. I thought my outlook on life and values ​​were distorted enough, but I didn't expect that there was someone more distorted than me.Raising a perverted person like her is definitely a scumbag as weird as an old scumbag.

"Hahaha, young man, don't worry, those nobles are almost like this, and they all have brain problems. Hey, a lot of time has passed for a meal, are you about to start?" the voice of the black bag head urged outside arrive.

I was stunned, as if the time hadn't passed, how could I have a meal so soon?I think this is a generation gap, a generation gap that cannot be bridged by common people’s living habits and my living habits. Then I asked those old men before, and the answers they gave did not match the current phenomenon of young literary and artistic youths still alive and kicking. That is also a generation gap. ?

Now is not the time to talk about this.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you. Believe it or not, I'm here to save you. I'll unchain you later. We have a few horses outside. Once the chains are off, you don't say anything. , don’t do it, follow us. But!” I emphasized here, “Don’t hit me!”

Do literary youths really not fight... The answer is of course no. I used a dagger to pry open the chain before taking a breath. I was about to crack a smile to show off the lockpicking skills I learned from the old scum when I met the opponent's A pair of bloodshot eyes, and then a casserole-like fist approaching... Although, I hate to admit it, but I finally waited for this fist!

The next second, the corners of my eyes immediately hurt, my brain slammed, and I felt like I was going to faint when my eyes were dark, but I still made the most basic instinct and quickly stretched out my hands to protect my head.Immediately afterwards, I was hit in the stomach and it hurt so much. Why did this German Wenqing strike so hard... But it was not over yet. I heard a bad sound, as if the only chair in the cell was lifted the sound of!

My ancestors were so strict that they didn't give me time to burst into tears. The chair hit me hard on the back.

One, two, three!

No more, I think it's not because she doesn't want to continue beating, but because the chair has been shot apart!

"Hey, what are you playing in there, it's so loud?"

During the time when the head of the black bag was questioning, she took away my rapier and my pistol, and then rescued Hans.But in the end it didn't take me hostage away, which is beyond my surprise!

"Don't move! This pistol is loaded! Anyone who dares to step forward, I will kill him!"

"Asshole! What is that guy inside eating! Why did this bitch escape!"

"If she runs away, we will all die!"

"Whoever dares to take another step forward, I will let him die!"

Outside the cell, there was a commotion.

"Damn it, you go and follow this bitch, I'll kill that bastard inside!"

The black bag head rushed in angrily and shouted this sentence, I just stood up from the pile of broken and broken chairs, he screamed angrily and was about to come up and punch me in the face again, I bent over I kicked him in the lower abdomen as soon as he lifted his leg. He groaned in pain and bowed his whole body. I grabbed his cloth bag head and threw this guy weighing more than 200 kilograms out of the door. After a hard beating, I should have been able to fall harder, but being slapped hard by that guy with a chair, I was in pain all over my body.

I said to a few guards who were stunned: "What are you still doing in a daze, get rid of them."

Immediately there was a crowd outside the door, but my guards had both hand guns and had been trained, so they gained the upper hand as soon as they fought. I walked over and stepped on the black cloth bag head that seemed to have a lot of history, and waited for the guards to threaten me with hand guns. I put those few black cloth bags over their heads together in the cell.

"It's all done, let's go out." I straightened my hair, which should be messy.

"Your Highness." On the way, a guard called out, and he pointed to his nose, "Your nose!"

"how?"

"I was beaten and bled. Your Highness, I'm going to neglect my duty!!!" The three guards were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

"Really?" I stretched out my hand to touch it, taking advantage of the sunlight at the door of the dungeon, looked down, and sure enough, there was blood on my finger, "That's not from being beaten."

"what?"

"I accidentally saw the breasts of that, you know, the young lady in the prison cell, because that breasts are so beautiful... tragic? So majestic?" Thinking of Frederick's breasts bursting out in spring, my vocabulary Too poor, in other words, how should a man praise the flat chest, the straight curve like the horizon?

"Anyway, I couldn't help but get blood rushing up, so it's a nosebleed, not a beating."