Bai Rong's aura tightened, and he immediately ordered, "Speed up."
Yang Yuecheng felt so bitter in her heart.
She had been uncomfortable all over, just waiting for this moment to come.
At first, when she heard Xiaomiao often say that she was an intuitive creature and laughed, thinking that people were people, how could they be animals. Now she understood.
Sometimes people really do have a sense of danger.
The decorations in the carriage shook violently.
The horses were almost about to make the carriage fly.
Her ears weren't that good, but she could hear the sounds from the outside world.
The sounds of fighting.
The cold metallic clashing of swords that only existed in her stories.
Either it was an illusion or reality. There was an unpleasant smell in her nostrils, worse than the smell of a pork stall.
Could it be... blood?!
Yang Yuecheng's whole body was soaked with cold sweat, hair sticking to her ears, "What should I do? What should I do? Will I die?"
