The only place Ma Meiying could think of was her former home, the almost dilapidated, wretched hut. Holding Ning Shaoze, she burst out into a dash with an unimaginable speed impossible for humans while protecting him at the same time.
Only when she reached her house and saw that nobody was around did she finally sigh in relief and landed on the courtyard.
She had retracted her transformation, but her whole body was drenched in blood, especially her face and mouth. There was even a glaring hole on her stomach but at this time, her attention was wholly focused on the pale and dazed Ning Shaoze.
Worried, she reached out to him. "Young Master Ning, are you—"
He brushed her hand away in reflex.
Both of them were equally stunned. In that split second, Ma Meiying saw the disbelief, incredulity, confusion and…a sliver of fear flashed through Ning Shaoze's eyes. He looked like his three views had just crumbled to smithereens.