Shu Ci, ever so alert, also sensed that powerful aura approaching.
Her expression tensed; she knew well of Ying Ji's prowess.
If the Empress of Central Netherworld found out she had designs on her son and sniffed her out.
She would surely be guarded tightly, like a precious treasure, by her side.
By then, how would she have any chance to sink her teeth into the meat?
Shu Ci swiftly slapped Baili An's face with such force that it nearly broke his neck.
She clamped his mouth shut, clutched him into her arms, and dragged him towards the depths of the small forest where the cover was thicker.
Baili An's eyes widened as he looked at the pitch-black small forest, his face full of reluctance.
His legs struggled desperately, kicking at the ground.
However, being severely injured and having his arm bones completely fractured, he had only the strength of a kitten, unable to resist the ferocious Lady Shu Ci.
Shu Ci used both hands and feet, dragging Baili An's body relentlessly.
