Luring the Enemy Into an Urn (3)

"Yes, Master." Quill flapped his wings gently and slowed down. Moreover, he would look back from time to time. If he saw those people catching up, he would increase his speed. Otherwise, he would fly slowly.

"Hurry! Hurry up! We're about to catch up," Xu Xing said anxiously while constantly hitting his spirit beast. They were about to catch up just now, but in the blink of an eye, Leng Ruoxue escaped again. Xu Xing was incomparably depressed!

Just like that, Xu Xing and the others chased after her until they 'forced' her into an uninhabited valley…

"Leng Ruoxue, let's see where you can run to now!" Xu Xing laughed arrogantly. His face had a triumphant expression, and his sinister and vicious eyes released a bloodthirsty glare.

"Who said I was going to run away? Can't you see that I was specially waiting for you?" Leng Ruoxue said mockingly while glancing at Xu Xing like he was an idiot.