"Don't touch me randomly!" Chunyu Yan warned her in a low voice, "You woman."
Feng Yun's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"Did you swim across to get here?"
Chunyu Yan responded with a faint grunt, saying no more.
"Don't be moved, this is what a scoundrel ought to do."
"..." Feng Yun had no words to respond.
Amid life and death, bickering seemed absurdly comical.
Chunyu Yan revealed a faint, fleeting smile, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
"Hyah!" Like an arrow loosed from its bow, the horse sped forward rapidly.
Behind them, Yin You, Sang Jiao, and a dozen Yunchuan warriors were holding the rear, entangled in combat with the Andu Army, but their numbers were thin and strength waning, unable to withstand Wen Xingsu's massive military onslaught.
Sang Jiao fell to the ground.
The sound of his battle knife hitting the dirt echoed dull and heavy.
"My King... run..."
Chunyu Yan looked back, gritting his teeth.
"Hyah!"
