It's Cheng.
Ah Cheng, whom she cherished dearly.
The killing intent and crimson in Cheng Xianyi's eyes faded. She looked at the newcomer from a distance of one or two miles away, her eyes bright, her lips slightly upturned, revealing a smile that could illuminate the entire darkness.
"Hahaha, this little wench is so easily scared. She thought you guys were so tough, but she gets terrified when there are a lot of people around! Get her, but be careful not to hurt her face!"
Upon seeing this, Ziyan immediately turned around and looked behind her, only to see a group of people riding horses approaching in the distance.
Because they were too far away, I couldn't see what the person looked like.
Ziyan quickly gathered her thoughts, her heart skipping a beat: "Master, what's wrong?"
"These guys are all trained fighters, don't lose focus at this crucial moment!!"
A loud clang was heard.
Zi Yan glanced down and saw that Cheng Xianyi had thrown the blood-stained dagger on the ground.
Ziyan was taken aback: "???"
The dozens of people opposite were stunned for half a second when they saw this, and then they laughed even more happily and sinisterly: "Hahahaha! Look, they were so scared that they threw down their daggers and surrendered. They thought they had run into a brick wall."
"I told you, these delicate women aren't scary at all!"
Ziyan felt numb listening to those arrogant laughs.
Master, what exactly are you doing?
The enemy has already surrounded us, and you're throwing your weapon now?
Before Ziyan could figure out the reason, before she could grit her teeth and rush forward to fight against dozens of people and start a massacre.
The next second!
Then they saw Cheng Xianyi raise her hand and pinch her arm hard.
A mist immediately welled up in her eyes, making her look like she was about to cry but couldn't, appearing wronged and pitiful, which truly made everyone present tremble with emotion.
Even the group of guards who rushed up with knives softened a bit.
Ziyan was stunned: "???"
Next.
Ziyan witnessed her ruthless master, who had slit the guard's throat just a second ago, now running away in a pitiful manner, lifting her skirt and stumbling along the way. The scene was extremely tragic.
At this point, Ziyan still didn't understand what had happened.
until--
"Da da da......."
The sound of horses' hooves drew near.
The frail and powerless Cheng Xianyi ran halfway when she suddenly collapsed on the snow only about two hundred meters away from her warhorse.
She raised her head with tears in her eyes, a single drop of blood still clinging to her face, her pitiful gaze filled with the pain of suffering... no, it was a look of fear, trepidation, and terror, as she looked toward the direction from which the sound of hooves came.
Seeing the figure suddenly appear on the official road, Zhou Cheng frowned coldly.
But the next second.
He bumped into that face he had been dreaming of.
thumping!
Zhou Cheng's heart was gripped by a large hand. He was so frightened that his face changed, and he immediately pulled on the reins. The galloping horse came to a stop three meters away from Cheng Xianyi.
"Immortal intent?!"
"Ah! My daughter!"
"Miss Cheng..."
Amidst a chorus of exclamations.
Zhou Cheng immediately dismounted and, shocked and bewildered, helped Cheng Xianyi up.
He saw the bloodstains on Cheng Xianyi's face, her tattered clothes, and the wounds on her palms that she deliberately exposed. All of this was so shocking.
When did his fiancée suffer such hardship?
Zhou Cheng felt his breath catch in his throat.
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