Rebirth of the Entertainment Circle: Return of the Queen

Chapter 82 Escape from the Nightmare

She was shaking all over and looked at him in fear, unable to answer.

His hand touched her shoulder, and she trembled violently. She instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he used his strength heavily. "Ye Xingling," he said, "you'd better accept your fate."

She was going crazy, resisting desperately, kicking him with her legs regardless, but he suppressed him fiercely.

Just when she was desperate, suddenly, a leopard with colorful fur quietly appeared in the corner of the room, facing her line of sight, behind Pei Ziheng.

 It’s... Ermao!

For the first time in her life, she welcomed the appearance of the leopard so much that she almost cried with excitement.

However, at this moment, her subtle strangeness did not escape Pei Ziheng's eyes. He quickly noticed something and turned around alertly, only to see Ermao leaping up and rushing toward him like the wind! Pei Ziheng hurriedly turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the vital point, but his right arm was caught by Er Mao's sharp claws. The sleeves of his shirt were torn into long strips of cloth, and blood immediately flowed out.

Ermao landed on the ground silently. He didn't look at Xia Ling, he just arched his body slightly and stared at Pei Ziheng.

It didn't roar, as if it knew that it was pointless to intimidate the man in front of it. Pei Ziheng didn't make a sound, he just stared at the leopard coldly, assuming a defensive posture, not flinching or anxious at all.

She remembered that in his previous life, he had told her that family heirs like him had to undergo rigorous fighting training since childhood. Let alone ordinary people, even three or five bodyguards would not be able to get close to him. However, she didn't know who was more powerful, him or Er Mao. Er Mao was a beast that could kill people and was extremely ferocious.

Xia Ling's heart was in a mess and she felt nervous.

Each of the people facing each other was a little wary of the other. They took a few slow steps without making much movement. Suddenly, Pei Ziheng seemed to accidentally touch the table behind him. Er Mao jumped up and bit him hard!

Pei Ziheng dodged and pulled out a Western sword from the wall.

This sword, which seemed to be used to decorate the wall, was extremely sharp as soon as it was drawn out. The cold air was like water, and even Xia Ling, who was several meters away, could clearly feel the cold sword intent.

Er Mao lowered his body, his ears fell down, flicked his tail, and jumped up again.

They changed positions so quickly that she could no longer see clearly many of the movements behind them through the bed curtains and furniture. Xia Ling pulled the chains on her wrists hard, but she still couldn't pull them. She was getting more and more anxious, and she had to pay attention to the battle situation over there. Even she didn't know whether she was more worried about Pei Ziheng or Pei Ziheng. A little more than two cents.

 Suddenly, a leopard roar was heard, filled with pain and anger.

Xia Ling was startled and tried to turn her head to look over. She saw a shadowy figure behind the bed curtain. Er Mao's shoulder seemed to be injured. Bright blood dyed its fur red and spilled onto the ground as it jumped.

 But it did not retreat and continued to fight with Pei Ziheng.

She understood that it was here to save her this time, and neither it nor Pei Ziheng would give up as long as she was not out of danger. Xia Ling became even more eager and just kept pulling at the chains on her wrists. The cold shackles rubbed against her injured wrists again and again, causing the pain to increase layer by layer until she became numb.

"You will never be able to open it for the rest of your life." Suddenly, a lazy voice came.

Xia Ling stopped, looked up, and saw a familiar figure.

"Hi, Xiao Ling." He looked at her with a smile, his tone was as lazy as ever, but it was inexplicably reassuring.

Xia Ling looked at him eagerly as if she were looking for a savior. He did not disappoint her. She lowered her body to check the shackles on her wrists. Soon, she did not know what method was used, and there were two soft "clicks". Open.

With her wrists free again, she propped herself up and sat up. The red silk blouse was bleeding, and it slipped even further. She scrambled to protect it dangerously. The blouse was too thin and the material was too little. She didn't dare to move and curled up into a ball. Li Lei narrowed his eyes and tilted his head: "Red... is too **** and not suitable for you."

As he spoke, he quickly looked around, and his eyes fell on the scattered beaded and satin bed curtains. He casually tore off a small half and wrapped it around her body: "This way, it will look much better."

His size was just right, and the bed curtains on his body were neither too big nor too small, just enough to cover her whole body, leaving room for movement, but not too bulky. The thick fabric texture surrounded her, making her feel more at ease and looked at him gratefully.

 He asked her: "Can you walk?"

Xia Ling nodded and stood up.

 He said: "Follow me and get out of here."

Xia Ling did not follow immediately, but subconsciously looked towards the corner of the bedroom. There, a man and a leopard were fighting fiercely, the lights flickered, the furniture was broken and toppled, and specks of blood were scattered everywhere. It was not known whether it belonged to Er Mao or Pei Ziheng.

 Her heart lifted.

Li Lei also glanced over there: "It's okay, Er Mao can hold him back."

As if aware of the movement here, Pei Ziheng, who was in the middle of the fierce fight, suddenly turned his head and stared at her and Li Lei. The look in his eyes was like the most ferocious demon in the depths of hell. The blood on half of his body made his heart tremble.

Xia Ling couldn't help but take a step back from Li Lei, avoiding his gnawing gaze.

Li Lei grabbed her wrist and said, "Let's go!"

She staggered and was pulled out of the door by him. The beaded satin bed curtain wrapped around her got caught on something, and the tassels and embellishments scattered all over the place. With a final glance, she saw Er Mao rushing towards Pei Ziheng again, but the man as tall as a **** blocked with his sword, and in an instant he was fighting with the leopard.

Li Lei pulled her through the long aisle, turned, went downstairs, and passed through the restaurant and the reception room.

Along the way, she felt her mind was in chaos. The blood on Pei Ziheng's half body appeared for a while, and Er Mao's injured and angry roar appeared for a while. Down the corridor and in the garden, there were sounds of fighting everywhere, overturned furniture, broken glass, flickering lights...

 Her steps were unsteady and she stumbled.

Li Lei's hand always held her firmly and never let go.

When she was about to leave the first floor, Xia Ling suddenly felt dizzy. She didn't know whether it was due to lack of oxygen or some other reason. The sudden onset made her lose consciousness for a moment. Then, I felt I stepped on something, and there was a sharp pain in the sole of my foot. I lost my balance, tilted suddenly, and almost fell to the ground.

Li Lei reacted very quickly and supported her, leading her to avoid a stray bullet and huddled into the corner: "What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth instinctively, but her voice was hoarse and nothing came out.

His expression changed: "Your throat?"

 (End of this chapter)