"No, I have to get out of here quickly!"
Chen Xiaobei made up his mind to entrust Qiao Shu and He Zixuan to Murong Xiaoyi.
He himself would hold back Elder Ming; as long as they could leave safely, Chen Xiaobei would have a way to escape.
Just then, he noticed Murong Xiaoyi's left hand hanging down, covered in blood.
"You're hurt; let me have a look."
"I'm fine, it's not serious. Listen to me, I'll hold him off, and you leave first."
Murong Xiaoyi said firmly.
"You can't beat him, you'll die."
Chen Xiaobei was filled with surprise.
Murong Xiaoyi remained calm, without the slightest fear, and said, "Life or death, what difference does it make? My cousin entrusted your safety to me, and I must fulfill that promise!"
"But remember, if I die, take good care of my cousin. If she suffers even a little, I'll haunt you even in death!"
Murong Xiaoyi said through gritted teeth, staring at Chen Xiaobei's face.
