Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 209 I don't know what is good or bad
The night is as heavy as ink that cannot be melted.

Nangong Yizhuan held a torch in his hand and walked quickly in the small woods on the outskirts, with a trace of exhaustion on his face.

In the woods, the canopy is lush, and the moonlight pours down through the leaves.

The silvery white light was far from the sunlight in the daytime, and could not illuminate the way ahead for them.

An Ran followed behind Nangong Yiran, turning her head to look around from time to time with the light of the fire in her hand.

"Quack quack..."

In the dark night, crows flapped their wings and flew past them.

An Ran was unprepared, startled by the black shadow passing by quickly.

She hastily stepped forward, grasped Nangong Yiran's hand, and tightly clung to his side.

"What?"

Feeling the temperature coming from his hands, Nangong Yiran stopped and turned to look at An Ran beside him.

An Ran timidly looked around, swallowed nervously: "You... Tell me, do you have... ghosts in this world?"

"Have!"

Nangong Yiran answered very decisively, Anran was so frightened that he clenched his hand tightly.

Seeing that she was afraid, Nangong Yiran quickly flashed a hint of cunning in his eyes: "There are cowards like you in this world."

"Stinky boy, you scare me!"

"You are the one who is timid, how can you blame me?" Nangong Yiran glanced at her: "If you are really scared, you should go back and don't delay my journey."

"Who...who said I was scared?"

"Are you really not afraid?"

Lowering his eyes, Nangong Yiran pointedly looked at the hand holding him.

An Ran followed his line of sight, and found that she was still holding Nangong Yiran's hand tightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

She quickly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and kept a proper distance from Nangong Yiran: "I was just worried that you were afraid, don't be ignorant."

Lifting her jaw slightly, An Ran snorted arrogantly.

Nangong Yiran glanced at her, and continued to walk forward.

Seeing him leave, An Ran looked around nervously, and hurriedly followed.

She thought she must be crazy, so she agreed to leave the imperial city with Nangong Yiran, and go to some Wuyang country to find her elder brother and eighth concubine.

"Ouch..."

An Ran was lost in thought, when suddenly she was frightened by a wolf howling and regained her senses.

"Hahaha, look at you, you still say you're not afraid."

Hearing Nangong Yiran mocking herself unceremoniously, An Ran's expression darkened suddenly, and she raised her hand to hit Nangong Yiran on the back: "Well, you brat, how dare you howl like a wolf to scare me!"

"Hey, don't hit, don't hit, where's the promised daughter of a famous family?"

"Go to his famous daughter, and see if this princess doesn't beat you to death today!"

Chasing after Nangong Yiran, An Ran's cheeks flushed red with anger.

The two of you chased me and ran all the way, and didn't stop to rest until we were tired from running.

"Smelly...stinky boy, today...this princess will... let you go temporarily."

Hearing her voice, Nangong Yiran turned his head to look at An Ran who was panting behind him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

With just one glance, he withdrew his gaze. Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly heard a wolf howl.

"Ouch..."

"Stinky boy, you still dare to scare me!"

Hearing howling wolves, An Ran's first reaction was that Nangong Yiran was threatening her again.

She turned her head and glared at Nangong Yiran, but saw that his face was a bit solemn: "I didn't call out that sound just now."

"Don't lie to me..."

"Ouch..."

Before An Ran could finish her words, a wolf howled again from the woods.

(End of this chapter)