The popular prince and concubine: marry the little maid

Chapter 974
Thinking about the tragic death of father, mother, brother --- all members of the Yang family ---
Xin'er's heart was beating wildly.

They will kill her.

"Stop, stop-"

The shoes fell off, Xiner didn't care to put them on, so she continued to run.

There are small stones on the ground, but she is not afraid of pain, just running hard——
Xin'er ran around without any direction, with a bang, Xin'er bumped into a wall, "It hurts—"

Xin'er cried out anxiously, stood on tiptoe and wanted to run again.

However, the hand was pulled by someone.

Will the wall also hold her?

what happened?

Xin'er looked back suddenly, a cold person stood in front of him, in the darkness, Xin'er couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

"Quickly let go." Xin'er was anxious.

But that person obviously didn't intend to let go.Dark eyes looked at her.

The guards at the back chased after her and kept heading towards Xin'er.

Xin'er hid behind the man at once, pulling his skirt nervously with her small hands, and her body was shaking slightly.

"Please, help me—"

"They're going to kill me. Please—"

Xin'er begged this man to save her.

The man glanced at her coldly, stretched out his arm and was about to pull her hand away, but Xin'er held her tightly, and refused to let go.

"Please, help me—"

Xin'er, begging the man in front of her.

She has no other way to go.

Apart from begging the person in front of her, she didn't know who else she could beg for.

"Please, help me, they—they're going to kill me, really—I'm—so scared—"

Her body was trembling slightly, Xin'er's little hands were holding onto his skirt, and her blood-stained hands were stained blood red.

Pain, she couldn't feel it at all.

All she felt was deep fear.

The guards were getting closer and closer, Xin'er grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly and hid her little head behind him, but——
For a long time, Xin'er didn't hear anyone talking.

She just felt that the man seemed to be raising his right hand and waving his hand--could the guards have retreated?

(End of this chapter)