I don't know how much time passed, but I didn't know how tired I was.
"What a beauty!" A substandard Chinese voice came to my ears, and I gently turned my head behind me. There was a group of men in golden costumes, and the knives in their hands were stained with dirty blood. Then he turned back and continued to follow the ripples of the plum petals. It wasn't until someone grabbed me behind me that I stopped and looked back.
"Would it be nice if you obeyed me?" The leader raised his eyebrows. His substandard Chinese and his warrior appearance made me sick, not even one-tenth of Xiao Lang's. I smiled faintly and said nothing.
"What? Do you mean to follow me?" His laughter was like a wild man's, which made me sick.
"Ning. Die. No. Follow." I still raised my smile and let him capture me and spit out these words.
"Bitch!..." I don't know what swear words he cursed in the language of the golden people, but I will never hear them again, because I took out the big knife from his waist and gently grazed my neck. A chill came from the bone marrow. Looking at the blood falling like a spring, I raised my fingertips to catch a drop of blood, and it turned out to be sweet when I put it in my lips.
Above the Merlin, a man wearing a green robe and exquisite clothes, with flying black hair, stretched out his hand to me.
He said, "Yu'er, come on, follow me."