Chapter 564: Rain from Thin Air 6
"Follow the cliff’s edge. Don’t split up," Ye Qianning said, interrupting everyone’s astonishment.
The group snapped back to reality and drew closer together.
Before they left, Gu Shuo reached out to take Ye Qianning.
The red-clothed man’s fingers tightened slightly, as if unwilling to hand her over. "This old man looks pretty badly hurt. It’s better if I carry her."
"You don’t need to trouble yourself with my child." Gu Shuo kept his hand outstretched.
’The Gu family?’
’Heh!’
"Old man, you’re not trying to fool me, are you? Everyone knows the Gu family hasn’t produced a baby girl in three generations." Although the red-clothed man didn’t recognize Gu Shuo, the fact that the Gu family hadn’t had a daughter for generations was common knowledge in Beili. It was even heard of in the other three kingdoms.
"If I say she is, then she is." Seeing that the other man had no intention of letting go, Gu Shuo simply reached out to grab her.
The red-clothed man shifted to the side, refusing to give her up. The chubby little doll felt nice and squishy in his arms.
"Is this really the time to be fighting over this? Do you want to be buried in a sea of fire?" Ye Qianning frowned. The surrounding trees were already baked dry and cracked; they could burst into flames at any second.
Hearing this, Gu Shuo had no choice but to give up, shooting a fierce glare at the man.
The red-clothed man’s mood brightened considerably. "Let’s go. Everyone, be sure to keep up."
"Pick him up too." Ye Qianning tugged on his clothes.
The red-clothed man glanced down at Sang Zhi with obvious disgust. "I don’t like holding boys."
"He’s a child."
"..."
"Didn’t you want to be the hero? The other men are all injured, so you might as well see your good deed through to the end." Ye Qianning mimicked his earlier tone.
The red-clothed man was very reluctant, but he didn’t want to put the chubby doll down, so he grudgingly lifted the Eighth Prince.
Sang Zhi didn’t struggle as he was lifted. He was well aware of the current situation. Since he didn’t know martial arts, trying to act tough would only hold them back.
He was inwardly furious at his own uselessness and deeply regretted not listening to Ye Qianning and learning martial arts.
’If I knew martial arts, Ye Qianning wouldn’t have been injured so badly!’
The group gathered together and proceeded along the broken cliff’s edge.
Zhan Chi carried Luo Wen, and Qian Fanji carried Ying Yuan. Although Ying Ge was also heavily injured, she could still press on. Her gaze swept over Luo Wen and Ying Yuan.
As guards, they had seen the fate of too many of their kind. When they chose the path of a guard, they knew their lives were considered expendable.
If they died, they died. No one would even remember them.
But now, as she looked at the heavily injured and unconscious Luo Wen and Ying Yuan... even under such dire circumstances, their master hadn’t abandoned them.
A hundred emotions instantly welled up in her heart.
’We’re truly following a good master!’
’The best master in the world!’
The red-clothed man held Ye Qianning on his left and Sang Zhi on his right. His Qinggong speed was neither fast nor slow, allowing Gu Shuo, Qian Fanji, and the others behind him to barely keep up.
A strong gust of wind blew up from the base of the mountain, flinging sparks onto everyone.
The surrounding trees had been baking for a long time. The moment the flames touched them, they burst into a roaring inferno with a WHOOSH.
The damp clothes on everyone’s bodies were instantly baked dry.
Ye Qianning’s small hand grabbed the red-clothed man’s shoulder. "Put me on your shoulders."
"You want to ride on my neck?" The red-clothed man was both shocked and so angry he gritted his teeth.
"There’s no time. Hurry up."
BOOM—
Another gust of wind swept through, and the surrounding trees burst into flames one after another.
The red-clothed man’s large hand tightened. Gritting his molars, he pushed her up with his arm.
Ye Qianning took the momentum and settled onto his neck. Her small hand drew a semicircle in the air, and a torrent of water, like a waterfall, poured down from above, drenching everyone.