The carriage seemed to be moving listlessly along the road, the sky was a hazy gray, devoid of any color.
Li Baobei couldn't hear clearly. She lay on the carpet inside the carriage, trying her best to hear the sounds outside, but it seemed to be in vain.
For her now, even dying a quick death seems like a luxury.
She slowly opened her tired eyes, staring blankly at the roof of the car.
Anji quickly sat down and asked, "Would you like some water, Miss?"
Li Baobei managed to speak, her voice hoarse and weak, "Mmm."
After drinking a warm glass of water, she felt much better. With Anji's help, she sat up and leaned listlessly against the car wall.
The carriage stopped abruptly, and Li Baobei almost fell off the carriage bed, but An Ji quickly caught her.
"What's wrong, Anji?" she asked hurriedly, her pale face devoid of color, the sudden panic making her condition look even more dire.
Anji spoke calmly, whispering softly in her ear, "It's nothing, I'll go out and take a look."
After saying that, Anji opened the carriage door and got out, then closed the door tightly again.
A group of men in black, each wearing a terrifying black mask, stood menacingly on the road and charged menacingly toward the carriage where Anji was.
At this moment, Dongfang Yerong slowly stepped out of another carriage.
He was dressed in a moon-white robe and held an ivory folding fan. With a light wave, it was as if a gentle breeze was blowing, revealing his elegant demeanor.
His eyes were cold and stern, seemingly about to freeze, which complemented his handsome face, making him look like a cold and ruthless demon descended from a snow-capped mountain, both captivating and enchanting.
Dongfang Yerong recognized the person at a glance. Although he had disguised himself, how could he not recognize a subordinate of the Church of Light?
He leaped forward and stood in front of the carriage where Li Baobei was, his tone cold, "Go back and tell my father that if anything happens to the people in the carriage, I, Dongfang Yerong, will not live alone."
Anji stood beside the carriage with a bloodthirsty look in her eyes, poised to strike. If anyone stepped forward, she would immediately and without hesitation attack without holding back.
The man in black, who had been so aggressive just moments before, stopped in his tracks and looked troubled after hearing Dongfang Yerong's words.
The cult leader did indeed arrange for them to intercept and kill Li Baobei, but now the young master has seen through their plan so easily. It seems the young master is under that woman's spell, and he won't give up until he's completely under her spell...
"Get out of the way!"
Dongfang Yerong's domineering and cold voice rang out, and the men in black on the road moved to both sides at a loss. They dared not offend Dongfang Yerong at all, and could only watch helplessly as the two carriages slowly drove away.
Just in case, Dongfang Yerong rode in the same carriage as Li Baobei. He sat beside her, watching the sleeping Li Baobei intently, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.
As long as the legendary Penglai Island is found, she will definitely get better.
As long as she recovers, he will protect her well and ensure that she lives a peaceful, joyful, and carefree life for the rest of her days.
Dongfang Yerong reached out and brushed away the stray hairs from Li Baobei's face, his eyes filled with endless love.
His reddened eyes clearly reflected the endless heartache in his heart.
These days, Li Baobei is waking up less and less. Sometimes she sleeps for a whole day and night, and the excruciating pain every night makes her feel like she's living a life worse than death.
All her senses gradually deteriorated, and she could no longer hear any sound. Her once melodious voice became hoarse and unpleasant, as if she had reached the end of her life.
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