"Hmph. You're not afraid of dying, but aren't you afraid of having your hands and feet chopped off and becoming a cripple who can only crawl on the ground, wishing you were dead?"
Jiang Han's handsome face remained expressionless, but his confidence carried a vicious edge. "I won't give my enemies that chance."
Jiang Han wasn't afraid of death.
But if he died, he'd drag someone down with him.
"Idiot."
"Even if you kill a thousand enemies, you'll lose eight hundred of your own men. Risking your life like that is the worst possible strategy."
Although Su Qiao was straightforward and never used words when she could settle things with her fists, she knew when to yield and when to stand firm.
Most importantly, she treasured her life immensely.
"Don't talk to me anymore."
Su Qiao no longer wanted to continue talking to this man who only knew how to act tough and never used his brain.
Jiang Han was afraid that talking to him would waste even more of her energy, so he didn't dare say another word. He quietly lay on her back, helping keep watch over their surroundings.
After more than two hours, even Su Qiao's exceptionally strong physique couldn't keep running anymore.
She looked as though she had just been fished out of water, even her clothes soaked through with sweat.
Her hair, which had originally been neatly coiled at the back of her head, had been caught by branches on both sides and messed up completely. The bangs over her forehead had dried and then become wet again several times.
Host, you should have shaken them off by now. As long as you're a little careful, they shouldn't discover you again.
The bright moon hung overhead, surrounded by a sea of stars.
Before they knew