Nan Feng was relentless in her pursuit, even resorting to throwing flying knives, but perhaps due to it being winter, her fingers were stiff, and the falling snow made visibility poor, so her aim was off.
Damn it, she didn't bring many throwing knives with her, so she had no choice but to continue the chase.
Even if she didn't take Liang Shuang's hand, taking a finger was justified, otherwise, he would continue to deceive others.
Liang Shuang, looking back at the persistent Nan Feng, gritted his teeth and decided to steer his horse in another direction.
Shangzhi City was not very large, and many houses had been bombed due to the war, so it didn't take long to reach the suburbs. After a while, Liang Shuang stopped in front of a house.
Nan Feng quickly caught up, but Liang Shuang turned around and made a "shushing" gesture to Nan Feng, who coldly asked, "What trick are you trying to pull now?"