Suddenly, just past the mountain peak, Er Huang’s footsteps stopped.
Her eyes coldly gazed at Su Luo, sneering: “Damnable girl, with your eyes circling around, still thinking to escape?”
Su Luo smiled sweetly and bluntly replied: “Haven’t you heard it before? Fugitives who don’t want to run aren’t good fugitives.”
“Oh? Then you must be really disappointed.” Er Huang raised the back of her blade and gestured at herself.
“What are you going to do?” Su Luo’s heart had a faint sense of dread.
“You’re not thinking about alarming everyone by shouting when we are near the camp, with the notion of attracting his highness Prince Jin’s attention, right? Say, how can I possibly give you such a chance?” Er Huang laughed treacherously. “So Miss Su, I will just have to work a little harder and carry you back.”
“Hey, I’m very heavy!” Su Luo panicked.
“No problem, I can carry you.” Er Huang laughed shadily with a measuring look.
With her words barely finished, Er Huang struck without warning towards the back of Su Luo’s neck with the blunt side of her blade.
If she were to be knocked out, she would really become fish meat on the chopping board, to be taken advantage of. Su Luo started to panic in her anxiety, but she could not come up with any solution.
Presently, both her hands were bound by a red rope made of an unknown material, with the slightest movement causing it to constrict even tighter. By now, it had already cut into her flesh. If she moved again, it would probably slice off her hand.
Extreme anxiety filled Su Luo’s heart, yet there was nothing she could do.
However, the goddess of fortune had always stood on Su Luo’s side.
Even though she let Su Luo experience numerous catastrophes, even being hunted down by countless people, she would always deliver a pleasant surprise at the very last moment. Just like right now.