Chapter 138 Flood _1

Nanzhi sat on the carriage beam, clenching the rope tightly, fearful she might be thrown off. The downpour had gone on for so long that Nanzhi could no longer see where they were headed, and could only let the mule run wild with them in tow.

The road had never been smooth, and with the storm raging on, the carriage nearly got stuck in the pits several times.

"Miaomiao, you and Zhiyu need to hold on tight, and don't let go no matter what!"

Nanzhi, soaked to the bone, shouted with her eyes closed.

The noise of the rain was so loud that the big and small inside the carriage only heard the part about not letting go, so they hurriedly responded, "Okay!"