Disaster!
Li Chi intended to rescue people.
But as soon as they moved holding the torches, the snakes around them began to stir.
"It's too late," Li Chi gritted his teeth, saying anxiously.
Those two children were very important to the Princess and the Prince. They couldn't afford an accident.
Yan Lin's heart was also suspended. He wanted to leap over and intercept.
But even with his fast speed, it might not match the snakes' speed.
At that moment, Chu Baihan pulled a flute out from Yan Lian's body.
"Eighth Prince... Princess, that's mine!"
Yan Lian spoke anxiously.
This was the instrument he used to cheer up the little girl. Surely the Eighth Prince's wife wouldn't think of it as a weapon.
But this "weapon" was far too non-lethal, less effective than a sword.
However, in the next instant, he was stunned.
Because he saw with his own eyes that Chu Baihan took his address, flew onto the roof of the carriage, and then began to play the flute.
A slow melody flowed out.
