Only then did Yan Rong notice that there was also a shocking red color on her calf. She didn't know how long she had been injured. The blood had solidified into black and red, and she was limping when she walked.
This child always doesn't cherish himself. He has only been away for a short time and yet he managed to end up like this.
Do you want to go out? Yan Rong held his chin and thought carefully about whether to be hacked to death by Zhuye Tong or to watch her die in pain. It was really difficult to decide.
The sound of footsteps came quickly from a distance. Judging from the vibration on the ground, there were quite a few people. Yan Rong, who was biting the reed, slowly raised her upper body and turned her head to look at the noisy place without hesitation.
Where he came from, he wanted to see clearly who was the scenery-killing guy who dared to ruin his enjoyment of peeping.
Zhu Yetong's face changed drastically, and she ducked behind the tree with great effort. At the critical moment, she did not forget to cover her handsome face with black gauze.[
Yan Rong looked around, and then, a centuries-old cypress that was still green and lush came into his sight. He lifted his breath lightly and jumped up the tree. He jumped on the thick trunk and reached the bamboo in a few breaths.