Young Master, Save Me!

"Miss, what do we do?" Xiao Qing's voice trembled, tears welling in her eyes.

When had she ever experienced such a scene before?

Luo Feixuan gripped her longsword tightly, her body trembling slightly as well.

"Steward Liu, Uncle Wu, turn around. Leave this place first!"

Though she was terrified, the stubbornness in her bones forced her to calm herself and make a decision at once.

Wu Gang hurriedly turned the carriage around and raced back the way they had come. In his panic, the carriage jolted violently.

Inside the carriage, Luo Feixuan and Xiao Qing clung tightly to each other, relying on one another for support.

Steward Liu urged his horse onward, following closely behind. Ding Hai and the others fought the Mountain Bandits with all their strength, buying them as much time to escape as possible.

Yet before the carriage had gone very far, the family guards led by Ding Hai had been almost completely cut down by the bandits, who quickly caught up again.

"Hyah! Hyah!"

Wu Gang drove the carriage forward with all his might. A three-way fork appeared ahead, and without a second thought, he charged down the road to the left.

Xiang Tian Xing and Peng Xiong Hai, who had only hastily bandaged his wounds, led over a hundred Mountain Bandits and were already less than a hundred meters behind them.

Their unbridled, overbearing, arrogant voices shook the trees on both sides, sending leaves whistling down from the branches.

The sound made the fear in Luo Feixuan and the others' hearts grow even fiercer.

After the carriage rounded a bend and rushed forward several dozen more meters, Wu Gang was stunned. Before them lay an enormous valley, and... there was no road ahead.

This...

At that moment, the sounds of the pursuers behind them drew