###Chapter 474 Whose Plot - Part 6

###Chapter 474 Whose Plot - Part 6

But looking at her as if she had no intention of hiding, I couldn't help but wonder.

Several men couldn't wait for a long time, and when they saw that we had almost eaten, they looked at the leader's eldest brother impatiently.

The man hugged Grace and looked at her with a pair of eyes and said, "Beauty, shall we try?"

Grace smiled and put her hand around the man's neck, smiling. "That's natural!"

When she said that, she looked at the several of us, slightly raising her eyebrows. We exchanged a few looks and may have understood what she meant.

It was for us to take it easy for a while.

Grace was carried out by the leading man, apparently doing what needed to be done.

In this way, other people will naturally follow what to do.

Several others, each holding a woman, went to their own resting place.

For a while, some women began to panic, cannot help but began to resist.

But there was a great disparity in strength between men and women, how can we say that they struggled?

In the eyes of men, a woman's struggle was nothing more than tickling, laying the groundwork for the prelude.

I was taken to a wooden cabin by a man and was thrown on the bed a little roughly.

Because I haven't talked to Grace the whole time, I had no idea what Grace's plan was at this time.

All I can do was to buy time. When I thought of this, I could not help but raise my hand and caress the man who pounced on me.

I imitated Grace's posture as much as possible, looking at the man in a soft voice and whispering, "Don't worry, this kind of thing."

The man smiled, approached me, but obeyed, took my hand, kissed me on the back of my hand, looked at me, and said, "You are so white."

I smiled, squinted, moved very slowly, slid gently around his neck, and said in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

In the south, most of them are plateaus or tropical areas, so most of the girls who live here were dark and have rough skin.

Different from the north, the girls in the south of the Long River, who were white and petite, and look particularly attractive.

The man nodded.

I withstood the impulse of nausea, held back forcefully, squeezed a smile out of my face, and said, "Big Brother, can I ask you a question?"

As I said that, I took the initiative to stick to him.

"What do you want to ask, beauty?"

"Where is this place? Where are we going to be sent? "

The man squinted slightly and said, "Don't think about going back. There are eight hundred women who have come here without a thousand. I haven't seen anyone who can go back."

My heart thumped. I looked up at him and said softly, "It's impossible to get back at this point now. I just want to know where we are and where we are going."

"The small place on the domestic border is called Mercury Township. There are dozens of families here, and the cars and roads were impassable. You will be sent abroad. It depends on what the sellers plan to do with you. I am not sure about this."

As he spoke, his voice was a little vague and pressed down on me.

It was no use finding any excuse to procrastinate. I went around in my head and there was nothing I could do for a while.

I panicked, half smiling and half saying, "Brother, isn't it too boring for us to go straight to the subject of this male and female matter?"

"Fuck!" He broke, "The ladies from the city are ink.

I tried to pull something to cover it, but I couldn't find anything.

After struggling several times and touching the brick on one side, I couldn't help squinting my eyes and feeling cruel in my heart.

But before I raised the brick in my hand, the person who pressed on me suddenly stopped moving.

I tentatively called out, "Big Brother?"

No movement.

For a moment, I pushed the man away. I wasn't sure why he was like this all of a sudden.

When I reached out to breathe, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I was still breathing. Maybe I was in a coma temporarily.

"Ivelle!" Grace's voice came from outside.

I got up and ran out and saw several other women coming out. Grace had a knife in her hand.

She looked at me and said, "Go!"

I didn't think too much. I just followed them along the mountain road.

After running for about an hour or so, several women could not walk, and one by one they began to stumble and say, "Let's have a rest for a while!"

Grace seemed to lose her physical strength. She looked back at the women who followed her, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's have a rest for a while."

There was no road in the mountain forest, and we took the mountain road all the way.

The spirit was tense just now, but when I was idle at this time, I looked at Grace and said, "Why did those people suddenly faint?"

Grace tidied up the mud and weeds on her shoes and said, "I gave them some medicine."

I couldn't help but frown, "When did it come down?" I didn't seem to have noticed when she had drugged them.

"In the shower!" She opened her mouth, looked up at the sky, and frowned, "it's getting dark. We have to get out of the mountain."

I nodded and followed her to get up, and even behind him, I didn't quite understand, "How were you able to drug them when we were in the shower?"

"In the shower gel!" She said simply, "A very rare anti-sweat medicine, which is washed in the body. As soon as they touch you, they will faint."

I was half-amazed and didn't come to my senses. I was slightly stupefied. I couldn't help feeling that the girl was really amazing.

All the way along the mountain, there was no mountain road, and four or five girls walked all the way for a long time.

Just over a mountain, when standing high and saw another sitting on the mountain, I almost stopped for a while.

Therefore, there was no end to it.

"Oh, my God, how are we going to get out of here? There are so many." A woman opened her mouth, and her voice sounded surprised.

Grace looked at the endless hills around her and estimated that she was a little routed like me.

But still sighed, "Keep walking, I don't believe we can't get out of this mountain."

Where in the world was it so easy to say? I didn't know how long it took to walk around in a circle, crossing from one mountain to another.