Xiao Yue's lips trembled. She had to go? Why did she have to go? Because she no longer served the purpose as a shield for the Hong Kingdom's army? Because the Shaman would not hold back in her schemes? Xiao Yue was not sure which one hurt more. The realization that Long Zhao Feng would dispose of her once she was no longer useful, or that the Shaman, her own tribesperson, did not care at all about her safety, just like what Long Zhao Feng told her on various occasions.
"Let me go," she weakly pleaded. The man's grip did not loosen at all. Since when did Long Zhao Feng ever listen to her? Of course he would not listen to her this time as well. Xiao Yue clawed into his back resentfully. The more he wanted to get rid of her, the more she wanted to stay.
