At that time, she still felt a surge of sympathy.
But now, that emotion has disappeared.
In her eyes, there is only hatred!
In her heart, there is only hatred!
Kill!
Kill kill kill kill kill kill!
She wants to kill all the slaves, she wants to avenge her parents!
But before that, she has to stay alive! She firmly remembered the faces of those slaves, as if she wanted to imprint their appearances in her heart forever!
But at this moment...
The lid of the rice jar was lifted by someone...
Bao Xianglu's heart paused for half a second at this moment, and then, just like a wild cat with its fur bristling, she stared dead at the man who uncovered the lid of the rice jar!
"Brothers, look at what I found?"
"Is there one still alive? Quickly kill her and guard the gate, or when the demons break in, we'll all be dead!"
