"Young Master!"
In the river, two people submerged under the water, staining the surface with a layer of blood red.
After waiting for a long time and seeing no one emerge from the water, Feng Cang finally put down the bow and arrow in his hand, and the Hawk-Riding Army arrived.
"You, take a thousand men and search along both banks of the river! I want them found, dead or alive!" "Yes, sir!"
Just now, Misha's miserable appearance, along with his unwilling look in his final moments, caused Feng Qiqi to fall silent for a long time. It was only when Feng Cang came over and hugged her that she came back to her senses. "Qingqing, I'm sorry! I was supposed to end his life, but I didn't expect to slip up!"
Feng Cang's words were filled with deep guilt. Wounding Misha's eyes only inflamed his vengeance. If he escaped this time, he would surely fight back with desperation.
"It's alright! Nothing is going to happen to us!"
