【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(8)
With a wave of his hand, the wall of thorns closed over the entrance again, though George had no doubt their pursuers had other means of, well, pursuing them. He kept running, even as the war god threatened to cut off his hand if he didn’t let go.
“I have a reputation to maintain!” the war god spat as George dragged him deeper into the forest bordering the castle.
“And I have fresh clothes to maintain, too,” George shot back.
“I swear, if you don’t get your hand off me—”
But George would never know what brand new threat the war god was going to launch at him, because in that moment, one of them—definitely not George—sprung a trap hidden on the forest floor. There was the quick snap of the rope, a short scream, and suddenly George and the war god found themselves in their current predicament: hanging from a tree, back-to-back, over a pit of deadly (or, for gods like them, painful) spikes.
“I have a reputation to maintain!” the war god spat as George dragged him deeper into the forest bordering the castle.
“And I have fresh clothes to maintain, too,” George shot back.
“I swear, if you don’t get your hand off me—”
But George would never know what brand new threat the war god was going to launch at him, because in that moment, one of them—definitely not George—sprung a trap hidden on the forest floor. There was the quick snap of the rope, a short scream, and suddenly George and the war god found themselves in their current predicament: hanging from a tree, back-to-back, over a pit of deadly (or, for gods like them, painful) spikes.
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