Shashasha—
Only the sound of the wind could be heard in the woods.
Ming Shu took Lord Zhuo's sword. She pointed it at Jiang Ling's red face.
"Qing Luo, let go of A-Ling!" Lord Zhuo kneeled down on one knee and shouted at Ming Shu.
The young lord glared at Ming Shu nervously. He was afraid that once Ming Shu exerted some force, Jiang Ling would be killed.
Even if he teamed up with Lord Zhuo, they would not be able to win against this young girl…
"Don't be afraid." Ming Shu lowered her sword and placed it beside Jiang Ling's neck. "I am a reasonable person."
Lord Zhuo and the young lord were speechless. You are the one holding the sword against her neck. Who will believe that you are a reasonable person?!
"A-Ling, don't be afraid." Lord Zhuo comforted Jiang Ling. "Qing Luo, can you let go of A-Ling?"
The young lord shouted too: "There are no grudges between the two of you! Why are you treating her like this?"
