Zhan Beihan kept walking and continued walking forward: "There's no hurry."
All right.
Xiao Lingyue said nothing more.
The three people quickly returned to the hut at the foot of Duanlong Slope.
It was also a mess here, with blood scattered everywhere, and the assassin's corpses lying on the ground.
The moonlight shone dimly down, and it was deathly silent, which seemed a little penetrating.
Xiao Lingyue watched Zhan Beihan holding the child and walking that way, and couldn't help frowning: "Hanhan is still young, isn't it not good for children to see such things?"
What to do if you are frightened and have a psychological shadow?
Zhan Beihan's voice was cold: "Do you think he hasn't seen it?"
Xiao Lingyue: "?"
Hanhan was lying on his father's shoulder. Hearing this, he stuck out his little head and said nonchalantly: "Mom, I've seen you in the military camp a long time ago. It's okay."
"What have you seen?" Xiao Lingyue asked subconsciously.
"These are the ones on the ground. There are so many in the military camp and prisons. I'm no longer afraid." The little guy pointed innocently at the corpses on the ground.
The bright red blood soaked into the soil and turned black, making it look like a horror movie in the middle of the night.
But even such a scene seems to be nothing in Hanhan's eyes.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
How did Zhan Beihan raise his son?
Is it normal to take my five-year-old son to a military prison?
Seeing the father and son not caring at all, Xiao Lingyue felt a little doubtful about life for a moment. Could it be that she was too protective?
She followed silently.
Zhan Beihan walked to the hut and placed Hanhan on a clean stone.
Xiao Lingyue walked up to an assassin, squatted down, and stretched out her hand to pull the scarf off the assassin's face.
Underneath the scarf is an ordinary face.
His facial features are unremarkable, the kind that you wouldn't find in a crowd.
Xiao Lingyue looked at the other assassins and found that they were all similar. Everyone looked ordinary and unfamiliar.
"Just from their faces, I can't tell whether these are people from Southern Yan or Northern Qin." Xiao Lingyue was about to stand up when she suddenly glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a faint trace on the side of the neck of the assassin's corpse.
"What's this?"
She pulled open the collar curiously and saw a black pattern on the back of the assassin's neck.
The appearance is very special, as if it was stamped with a special tool, and the lines are clearly visible, like the edge of a knife.
Xiao Lingyue had never seen such a strange branding pattern before, and subconsciously shouted: "Zhan Beihan."
Zhan Beihan was slightly startled.
He turned around and looked.
Xiao Lingyue squatted on the ground and waved to him without raising her head: "Come here and see what this is?"
Zhan Beihan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Even Xiao Lingyue herself didn't realize that her attitude towards people sometimes seemed very contradictory.
When she was deliberately controlling, she spoke to His Royal Highness Prince Yi, appearing polite and distant.
But when she was unconscious, her attitude was completely different, revealing an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Zhan Beihan paused and walked to her side.
"Look at this." Xiao Lingyue didn't notice anything was wrong and showed him the brand on the back of the assassin's neck, "Do you know what pattern this is?" Hot 『』 This chapter has been completed!