Chapter 67
The rain quickly soaked Yan Yiwan's clothes, and the biting coolness rushed over her body, making her sticky and uncomfortable.

His eyes couldn't be opened under the rain, and wherever he could see, it was pitch black and gloomy.

"Little brother, come back quickly, there are many dead people ahead!"

The groom urged behind him.

Yan Yiwan pursed her lips, and just took two steps when she kicked something, she looked down.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, she saw dark red blood on the ground, and the man who died tragically with his eyes open.

There was a sound of horse whining behind her, she turned pale, and quickly turned around: "Don't leave me behind!"

But the carriage didn't wait for her, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Yan Yiwan stepped in the mud, her whole body was cold and drenched, and the cold air in the forest eroded her.

"Xiao Yan, where are you?"

She forced herself not to look at the ground, and every time she kicked something, she resisted the urge to scream and forced herself to move forward.

The pouring rain was like beads with a broken thread, and soon there was deep water underfoot.

Yan Yiwan had never encountered such a situation before, not to mention her whole body was cold, and her feet were getting more and more sore.

"Xiao Yan, where are you, I'm Yi Wan, don't leave me behind, take me back..."

Suddenly her footsteps stopped and she panted heavily, and there were sharp sounds in her ears, mixed with faint human voices.

Suddenly, a gleam of light appeared in her gray and flustered eyes, and she raised her head and looked straight at the past.

There are people here!

I heard the sound of horseshoes just now, so there must be a lot of people. Judging from the time, they are probably Xiao Yan's people.

Yan Yiwan didn't care about the cold and tired body, and ran to the place where the sound was heard.

"Xiao Yan—"

The voice was getting closer and louder, Yan Yiwan's heart beat faster, and she resolutely moved forward regardless of the difficulties under her feet.

She has never been so strong, but she has a lot of strength when she thinks of the mother who is sad for her in the palace.

"You are so courageous, you dare to stop the procession of the son of the world!"

Yan Yiwan's heart skipped a beat, she pushed aside the branches in front of her eyes, and amidst lightning and thunder, she saw a mass of people.

Soon the sound of swords clashing sounded in the rain.

Yan Yiwan tensed up, raised her hand and wiped her eyes fiercely, staring at the people on both sides.

In the night, there were shadows floating one by one. She wiped her eyes many times, and suddenly, her gaze was fixed on a figure.

The moment the lightning split the sky, that familiar yet unfamiliar face broke into her sight.

It's really Xiao Yan!

Yan Yiwan was excited and ran towards that figure regardless of the danger.

The cold blade cut through the night and sounded above Yan Yiwan's head, and then her head loosened, and her wet hair hung down.

Yan Yiwan restrained her panic, forced herself not to look around, and ran towards that figure.

near...

Suddenly her arms tightened, her eyes flickered, she was violently pulled over, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

With a pain in her neck, she was shackled in front of a person and forced to raise her head.

"Don't move, or I'll kill him!"

There was a man's hoarse and cold voice next to his ear.

The world seemed to stand still.

Just for a while, everyone's attention was gathered.

Yan Yiwan's heart constricted, she was too scared to speak when she saw the scene in front of her.

"Master, he is from their side. I saw that man just now covered him..."

The man behind him looked agitated, and he tightened his grip on the big knife.

Yan Yiwan looked in the direction of that 'Elder Son'.

I saw Xiao Yan walking towards her step by step.

(End of this chapter)

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