After they charged into the woods, black-clad men lying in ambush rushed toward them. Shen Yangge's heart leaped into his throat.
But the men did not attack them. Instead, they lunged at the Japanese raiders behind them, eyes blazing with fury as the two sides clashed.
Chu Xuanzhen's expression was grave. He tightened his hold on Shen Yangge. As he ran, low branches inevitably brushed his eyes and hair. Being carried put Shen Yangge's head above Chu Xuanzhen's, so to avoid trouble, he took it upon himself to tuck his head against the top of Chu Xuanzhen's head.
The smell of blood on him made Shen Yangge wrinkle his nose, but he soon lost the chance to keep that expression.
Chu Xuanzhen suddenly launched himself into the air with his lightness skill. Terrified, Shen Yangge clung so tightly to his neck that Chu Xuanzhen frowned.
His surroundings shifted, and Shen Yangge seemed to find himself on horseback, sitting in front of Chu Xuanzhen with his arms around his waist.
He had no idea how much time passed before someone shouted, "Loose arrows!" Before he could react, Chu Xuanzhen shielded him securely. His mind went blank, and even his breathing grew faint.
Chu Xuanzhen pulled his cloak around Shen Yangge, wrapping him tightly inside it, and said quietly, "Shen Zhuanxie, are you ready?"
What?
Shen Yangge was still wondering what he meant when his body suddenly rose into the air again. His eyes widened at the blue sky and white clouds.
Weightless, he plummeted. He closed his eyes, the thing around his wrist clinking in the fierce wind.
The next moment, he and Chu Xuanzhen plunged into the river. After choking on two mouthfuls of water, Shen Yangge immediately shut his mouth. As time passed, suffocation set in, and he gripped