"Run, you little wench, keep on running?" The three of them were also gasping for breath, and as they saw Little Qianye fall to the ground, they surrounded her as they approached.
"I told you, once I catch you, I'm definitely going to flay your skin," the man who had been bitten by Little Qianye said fiercely as he grabbed her hand.
"Flay skin? That's what I love the most."
A hoarse voice suddenly rang out, startling the three of them with a shiver.
"Who, who's talking?"
A figure emerged from the forest ahead, and with its movements, the ground seemed to tremble. When they finally made out its appearance, the three of them were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, and Little Qianye also went limp with fear.
