Chu Jiuning tightly grasped Yue An’s arm in pain, turning her head to speak to Song Qiye and the others, “Let’s retreat first.”
Song Qiye glanced at the nine people across from them and asked, “What about them?”
“For now, let’s not worry about them. Let’s retreat,” Chu Jiuning already had a rough idea in her mind.
Yue An handed the wooden box to Ju Linyuan and then squatted down, lifting Chu Jiuning horizontally.
“Follow Xiao Xue’s words, let’s retreat.”
As they gradually disappeared from the sight of the nine people on the other side of the river, the memories that had been growing in their minds also came to a halt.
From this, it was evident that the nine people on the other side of the river were indeed their counterparts from the past.
However, what puzzled Chu Jiuning was why she also got injured when she opened the wooden gun toward the “Chu Jiuning” on the other side.
Moreover, it was a fresh wound.