Qingqing, alone and armed, charged out of the encirclement, searching for reinforcements along the banks of the Fibore River. He said Brother Nan Chen was by the Fibore River.
Qingqing searched everywhere for reinforcements, kept looking, where! Where! Where exactly?
There was no one!
Not a single reinforcement!
Gu ZhiZun, you deceived me!
You deceived me!
Bastard!
Bastard!
She stood by the birdless banks of the Fibore River, from the upstream to downstream, then back to the upstream. It was clear what his intentions were—he wanted to lure her away!
Bastard!
Bastard!
At this moment, the enraged woman had only these two words in her mind!
In the face of overwhelming odds, with little chance of escape as the cover, Qingqing stood alone in the dense jungle, closing her eyes in despair. She clenched her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm, desperately seeking a way out. Finally, she steeled her heart and quickly dashed towards the ancient castle.
