Ouyang Xueqing wailed, sobbing until she couldn't catch her breath. The frost covering both her body and soul were gradually dissipated by his warmth. At that moment, she couldn't afford to think of how he could be here, how he could find her or what relationship he had with Yu Jingzhi.
Time waited for no one, especially in the middle of the life and death situation.
Her blurry mind sharpened once again and Ouyang Xueqing felt like she had been injected by a bucket of chicken blood. Even if she had to defeat a dozen more puppets, she would be able to do so.
She took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself down but didn't quite succeed to do so. With her pale face, flushed and damp cheeks, swollen eyes and chattering teeth, she painted an especially miserable condition. She was trembling so hard that her words became a jumble of mess. "M—Master…" Ouyang Xueqing pushed Mo Yujian away resolutely. "Run...! Run away from here!"
How could Mo Yujian run?
