The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Zhang Yihan's exclamation immediately attracted the attention of those dragging the corpse.

After a few people exchanged in a foreign language, they stopped and looked towards Zhang Yihan and Shang Yufei with gloomy, murderous eyes.

Zhang Yihan's legs were already frightened at this time, and he couldn't stop crying.

Seeing those people put down their corpses and walked towards this side, Shang Yufei gritted her teeth, before she could think about it, she was about to run away with Zhang Yihan.

At this time, if you continue to hide, you will just wait and die.

"Yihan! Run!"

Shang Yufei grabbed Zhang Yihan's hand and wanted to get up. Zhang Yihan fell on the ground because of his soft legs, motionless.

"Yihan, now is not the time to cry, run away!" Shang Yufei was anxious and afraid, but told her inwardly that she should not leave her friends at this time.

Zhang Yihan was terrified and couldn't stand up at all. Seeing those people getting closer and closer, the crying became louder and louder.

Shang Yufei was so anxious that she squatted down and exhausted all her strength to support Zhang Yihan, who was already paralyzed.

When he turned around, he found that it was too late, and there was already someone standing behind him.

The man was holding a weapon, his face was fierce, and he stared at Monk Zhang Yihan viciously.

"Ah! Don't kill me!" Zhang Yihan screamed in panic, then his body weakened, and he squatted to the ground, crying with his head in his hands.

Shang Yufei bit her lip and was also afraid in her heart, but she still held Zhang Yihan's hand. The road ahead was blocked, and when he turned around, there was no way anymore.

The two girls, like a heart in the middle of a sandwich cookie, were flanked back and forth by the evil gang.

"It turned out to be two little imperial girls." One of the men spoke. After seeing Shang Yufei and Zhang Yihan, the few people who were still communicating in foreign languages ​​switched to a language that they could understand.

Zhang Yihan hugged her head and cried, Shang Yufei also wanted to cry, but she remembered that Yan Chenxi told her that tears would never solve any problems.

So, even though she was very scared now, she still clenched her teeth and told herself to calm down and not be afraid.

These men are not imperial at first glance. They have different skin and hair colors, and they are unusually tall and burly. And what shocked Shang Yufei most was that these men had teardrop-shaped tattoos on their faces.

Shang Yufei's mind instantly remembered what Wang Zhe had said before.

Some terrorists have entered the territory of the empire. These terrorists are killing people like a numb, with teardrop-shaped tattoos carved on their faces. Each teardrop represents a human life.

And there are no fewer than ten teardrops on these people's faces.

Shang Yufei's head exploded, and they should have encountered the terrorists whom Wang Zhe said.

"You...you..." Shang Yufei forced herself to calm down, but she exposed her fear when she spoke.

The leading man has only one eye, but his face is covered with many teardrops, almost covering the entire face.

The one-eyed man looked at Shang Yufei with a terrifying expression, "Kill them!"

There is no unnecessary nonsense, and the lives of Shang Yufei and Zhang Yihan will be ended.

Shang Yufei's heart twitched, she took a step back, her legs were already trembling, "You can't kill us, this is the imperial capital, we all have family background. If we don't go home for a long time, the family will definitely investigate vigorously. You will definitely be found at that time! If you pass by here, you must not want to cause trouble. Let us go, you leave as soon as possible!"