"By the way, Sylya, do you know how long we have been in the car?" Yu Moqing thought about it again and suddenly asked.

Sylya hesitated for a moment, "Uh... When I woke up, the girl was already in the car, and there were newly added girls around me. It's been a day since I had an appointment..."

one day?

Yu Moqing frowned. If a day had passed, I don’t know how far I had left, at least it was far from the bottom of the valley she had fallen. What’s more, by her judging the speed of the carriage and horses, at least it could be so far away from several countries.

"Did the girl think of something?" Sylya asked curiously.

"No... I can't remember anything..." Yu Moqing shook her head.

She knew that there was nothing else to do now, so she could only sit and wait, hoping that the carriage would stop quickly so that she could find an opportunity to escape. But when she thought of the iron chain on her wrist, she couldn't help but hesitate. Where should she find something to open the chain? Wuying disappeared, and she could not shake the solid chain with her internal force.

She sighed slightly, too lazy to speak anymore, so she leaned against her head and closed her eyes, so she should close her eyes to rest. Sylya was considerate, and when she saw Yu Moqing closing her eyes, she did not continue to bother her.

After leaning on it for a while, Yu Moqing felt a dry throat. She licked her white lips. Then she remembered that this was Nanmo. Donglang seemed to have introduced that this place was almost deserted and connected to a desert. Except for dryness, it was withered, and even the air was filled with particles. She had not had water to eat for too long. She coughed a few uncomfortable times. Although she could still hold on, how long could this last?

Yu Moqing closed his eyes and thoughts a lot.

Aye, where are you?

Where exactly is...

The bumpy road did not stop at all, as if they were rushing to take the people from this car away. The sound outside the car became more and more noisy, and the body of the car finally stopped suddenly with a burst of excitement surrounding.

Yu Moqing's mind was still circling with various plans. Because of the sudden stop, his body also leaned forward. The girl next to him was the same. Some were already thin and had already suffered the pain of the bumpy road. Now he leaned forward because of the sudden stop. A few of them were under pressure and screamed, while a few still continued to cry, feeling at a loss.

Yu Moqing was so troubled by the noise that he was about to complain, but he saw the curtain wrapped outside the car railing suddenly withdraw, and the strong light entered his sight, expelling the long-term dimness, which also stimulated his eyes that had not yet adapted to the light. Yu Moqing half-squinted his eyes to adapt to the light, and it took a while before he could see the scene in front of him.

Through the gaps in the railings, Yu Moqing saw that there were various types of tents built on the originally gray-yellow land in front of her, as if she had seen her during the autumn hunting in Jingzhou. However, these tents were more like temporary construction during marches and wars, and were thicker and even larger than those on the hunting ground. The surrounding defense was even more daunting. In addition to the terrifying and ferocious weapons, Yu Moqing was not seen normally. Even the guards standing beside him were twice as strong as those of the Dazhao people, and their crazier appearance and outfits with half of their arms were afraid to take a look.

What Yu Moqing is curious about now is not that she is very cautious here, but also that there are brightly colored tents everywhere here, and the totem traces everywhere on these guards and patrolers. She always feels a little familiar with the appearance of this totem, but she can't remember where she has seen it.

When she wanted to observe again, the person had been pulled out of the car rudely.

The crying sound in his ears became a little heavier. Yu Moqing was pulled out of the car and she didn't react. The rude guards had already stood beside the car, and the girls locked in the car were pulled down one by one, without any sympathy.

Yu Moqing rubbed his wrists that were so painful that he found that the chain was no longer tied to the car, but to the hands of a burly man. Not only her, but also the girls in this car, led by a few tall people, holding the chain that bound them tightly in his hands.

These men also had half of their arms exposed and were very strong. Yu Moqing estimated that the thickness of their arms would probably knock her out with one punch. If she found out that she had the idea of ​​escaping, would she directly use her fist to kill her?

Not to mention that there are all thin women here.

No, not exactly a thin woman.

Yu Moqing looked back and realized that the girls caught in the ranks were indeed uneven. For example, the few behind her were probably the indigenous people of Nanmo, who were rich in figures, dressed in clothes made of animal skins, and had strange makeup on their faces. For example, she also saw Sylya wearing plain white clothes, but they seemed to be made of wool velvet, with a slender body, and a large string of ivory white jewelry hanging around her neck. For example, she herself was wearing Dazhao clothing, which was out of place with the crowd.

Without waiting for Yu Moqing to make another analysis, a few people who seemed to be in charge came not far away, and there were a few guards behind him, signaling to the people who were pulling their chains, then walked among them, and raised a black cloth bag in their hands.

Yu Moqing was also puzzled what they wanted to do, and the cloth bag was already put on his head. His vision was taken away again, and Yu Moqing was even more confused.
Chapter completed!