"Run ..."
In a mountain range a hundred thousand feet away from where ye chen and the others were fighting, mu Caiwei carried the little guy Mengmeng and pulled Jiu 'er with one hand as they ran toward the capital's Gate with all their might.
She only had one thought in her mind!
That was to escape!
She was not afraid of death but she was afraid that the little fellow in her arms would fall into the hands of the enemy. If that were the case, she would not be able to face ye chen even if she died.
"Where are you going! "A martial arts Grandmaster of the Dali dynasty leaped over and charged madly at her without saying a word.
"Die!"
Mu Caiwei opened her mouth and spat out a sharp, snow-colored sword that resembled a cicada's wing. It pierced through the air and slashed down on him.
Her thunderous methods immediately intimidated many people who wanted to make a move. They realized that this woman was not as simple as they had thought.
"Little girl, stay!"