Coming Here to Offer Your Head

The guardian, who had been stepping on her hand, finally let go. When she retracted her hand, he kicked the dagger away and tied her up with the help of the other guardian.

"Are you alright, Mistress?"

After tying up Shang Ningluo tightly, they looked at An Jiuyue. With unpleasant expressions on their faces, they asked.

It was their negligence. They did not notice anyone breaking into the camp or even attempting to attack their mistress. They were asking for trouble!

"It's fine. She didn't touch me."

An Jiuyue shook her head at them and looked at Shang Ningluo.

"Shang Ningluo, if I were you and managed to escape from Camp Xue Yang, I would hurry back to Camp Ning Se and gather a few guardians! You should ask them to escort you back to your country instead of coming here to offer your head!"

"An Jiuyue!" Shang Ningluo glared at An Jiuyue with bloodshot eyes.