Fortunately, judging from the looks of those people, they were just watching the show and not preparing to take action. Listening to the voice behind her ears again, Wan Qing moved faster.
"call!"
There was a sound of wind behind her ears, and Wan Qing's heart tightened. Her body had already reacted, and the water-dividing thorn in her hand was thrown out in the form of a flying needle.
Sure enough, the footsteps behind him stalled for a moment, and then he caught up again.
Wan Qing was secretly happy in her heart, she was getting closer to the Yamen, and she would be there in just a few steps.
"If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude." The boy's voice was warning.
Wan Qing frowned and ignored him. However, when she saw the surprised expressions of those in front of her, Wan Qing's heart suddenly suddenly stood up, and she turned around. When she saw it, she immediately raised her hands with palm gestures.
Pushed out.
"Pop!" The four hands struck together fiercely. Then... Phew, Wan Qing's small body flew backwards. There was another pop and she landed, but the box hit the ground first. I wonder if it was a box.
The quality of the box was so poor that Wan Qing's back was almost broken by the fall, and the box finally burst open, revealing the contents inside.
Not only was the thing exposed, but it was also pressed down by Wan Qing. It was naturally very uncomfortable to have something underneath her, not to mention that it was hit from such a distance and with such force, which was even more painful.
Immediately, he wanted to turn over and stretched his hands under his body, ready to take out the things.
But he didn't expect that before he could move, someone grabbed his hand violently, his vision went dark, and he was knocked into someone's chest.
"Don't move, don't look, don't touch." It was that cold voice.
Wan Qing stopped moving. She didn't look or touch. She just waited quietly. She felt someone untying the rope around her little by little, and the things behind her were taken away.
"Whose does this belong to?" someone asked.
The cold voice replied, "Hers."
"what is it call?"
The voice above said nothing, as if waiting for Wan Qing to speak and state his name. It was not his name, but in this line of work, you need a title to let others know your existence.
But Wan Qing didn't know, and the cold voice didn't give her much time to react. The cold voice already announced her name: "Blood Lotus."