Qi Yu glanced behind her, knowing that a few more steps back would ensure their certain death, but staying here and waiting to be caught was no better.
Song Ling's back was already drenched.
If only he were a martial artist of high skill, he might have been able to carve a bloody path out for them.
Unfortunately, he was genuinely a delicate scholar.
As the men of Fei Ying were closing in, Qi Yu reached back and grabbed Song Ling, preparing to bring him with her into the space.
Although disappearing suddenly in front of everyone might cause a shock, nothing was more important than surviving.
In the chaos, Song Ling looked back at her and said, "When it's time, remember to run..."
He thought she was scared.
Qi Yu felt touched deep down, they had known each other for less than a day, yet Song Ling was willing to stake his life for hers.
Tonight, she would take him with her, no matter what.
She closed her eyes slightly, intending to use her thoughts to take him into the space.
