"Be careful, an ambush."
Zhou Ping'an pursued with his sword drawn, seething with killing intent, and saw that he was closing in on his target.
The leader of Li River's Two Fiends, Ma Ming, realizing he could not escape, was stirred with a ruthless determination.
With despair in his eyes and his stick held across his chest, he lowered his shoulders and settled into a stance, ready to fight to the death.
At that moment.
Zhou Ping'an heard a crisp and tender voice calling out.
The voice was very familiar.
Not only familiar but also filled with anxiety and rage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure in green clothes, wielding a blade, leaping towards him from the roofs some thirty paces away to his left.
"Heed the advice, and you'll be well fed."
Zhou Ping'an did not think of Third Miss Lin of the Lin Family as someone prone to overreaction.
Ever since the first time he met her on the battlefield, in her green clothes, wearing a ghost mask and riding a white horse.