The Puppy

Her tragedy then began when Xiu Wanxia's admirers came to make trouble for her. Sometimes, while she was sleeping soundly, someone attacked her.

 

Sometimes when she was digging the herbs, she fell into the trapped hole that was arranged by Xiu Wanxia's people.

 

Xiu Wanxue took a deep breath. Destiny was in her hands; even if the sky collapsed, this time no one could harm her.

 

"Bang!!" As she was thinking, she felt the malicious attack from behind.


She dodged and waved her hand back to grasp the neck of the person who attacked her.

 

"You!! Why are you so strong?" The person's eyes widened.

 

Xiu Wanxue remembered him. He was one of Xiu Wanxia's admirers, the obsessive and mad puppy. Whoever he bit, he never let go until that person's neck fell off.

 

No wonder he recognized her even when she concealed her breath and wore a mask and cloak to cover her hair.