The Demon Hawk let out a long "chirp", and without caring whether Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing opposed or not, immediately flapped its wings and chased after the fleeing Shan Yuru.
On the Demon Hawk's back, Wang Yuyan glanced at Jiang Dali, then at Wanwan, and then at the escaping Shan Yuru, stomping her feet in anxiety, not knowing what to do.
"What? Yuyan, you don't think the village chief is deliberately sending us away to secretly meet Wanwan, do you?"
Wang Yuyan's pretty face turned crimson in an instant, and she retorted insincerely, "No, no, it's just that I just don't want to pursue to the point of extinction."
Murong Qingqing lightly laughed, brushing her hair by her ear, "Is that so? Just now, this Shan Yuru wanted to become the village chief's wife. As women, it's okay if men aren't ruthless, but we must be ruthless, otherwise, we'll only be bullied."
Wang Yuyan gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, "You're right. We must give chase!"
