"Help, help, Young Master..."
Not far away, Captain Yun Teng of the guards was pierced by three spears, blood gushing like a fountain, already breathing out more than breathing in.
He widened his copper bell-like eyes, straining to look towards the direction of the three riders, using his last energy to roar.
"Such loyal devotion."
Chen Ping shook his head.
Could it be that we are guests from Beyond the Heavens, completely devoid of any sense of belonging; even those originally part of this troop should have already been disloyal.
What kind of nonsensical drama of a young master being chased?
Is such a young master, who sees subordinates as nothing, truly worth following to the death?
Han Xiaoru recalled the scene where Little Mingyue was pushed off the carriage earlier, her gaze turned slightly cold: "Help for what? We've already been generous enough for not assisting the opponent."
