Ai Qiaoqiao hurriedly tidied up her clothes, turned around and went straight to the carriage.

Listening to the wind and listening to the rain were both sleeping, she wanted to wake them up first, but she was afraid of delaying the time.

The smell of knife oil is a sign that someone has a knife in the vicinity.

Maybe it's one person, maybe it's a lot of people...... All with knives......

She didn't dare to think any further, so she climbed into the carriage and walked over to the night of death.

Ye Liyan was wearing a plain satin middle coat and was sleeping deeply.

"Childe, ......" she lowered her voice and leaned over, and before she could get close to Ye Li's side, a folding fan suddenly pressed against her chin.

The hard fan bone poked her jaw painfully.

Frightened, she held her breath for a moment.

The sleeping night left the night to open his eyes, and there was still a little sleepiness in his eyes, but he was holding a white paper folding fan in his hand, and the end of the fan was against her chin.

"Do what?"

The voice of the night left sounded a little cold.

Ai Qiaoqiao stammered her discovery just now.

Ye Liyan quickly put away the folding fan, got up and came to the outside of the curtain, and whispered outside.

Listening to the wind and rain, he woke up and said blankly: "Childe is thirsty, do you want water?" ”

"Hurry up and get in the car, we're leaving." Ye Liyan whispered: "Don't take the things, leave now." ”

"Oh......" The two children quickly got up, and without even asking why, they abandoned their utensils, their tents, and their clothes on the ground.

Among them, it also includes Ai Qiaoqiao's clothes that were dried by the fire.

The two little boys set the carriage with their hands and feet, drove the carriage onto the road, and drove away quickly.

Ai Qiaoqiao had a belly, but he didn't dare to ask.

Ye Li's face was a little ugly.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was only wearing a middle coat, and he was looking out with a curtain in one hand, as if he was listening to something.

Ai Qiaoqiao held her breath.

It seems that she heard it too.

There was a strange noise behind the carriage.

It seems like...... Someone is shouting something.

The wheel pressed against a stone and jerked.

Ai Qiaoqiao was listening to the sound outside intently, and he was caught off guard and his body was shaken.

One of her arms was still hurt, and she didn't have time to support herself.

Catching a glimpse of the afterglow of the night, he raised his arms and hugged her.

This is the first time in her life that she has been hugged by an adult man other than her father, and she can't help but feel a little nervous, wanting to break away but unable to stabilize her body.

"Faster." Ye Liyan ordered the two children who were driving the car outside, but they didn't notice Ai Qiaoqiao's embarrassment at all, but because of her struggle, his hands were tightened.

The carriage ran wildly all the way, listening to the wind and rain, cooking and cooking, but the driving skills were skilled.

It's just that Ai Qiaoqiao was about to fall apart along the way, if it weren't for the fact that Ye Liyu had been wrapping around her waist, she would have been almost thrown out of the car several times.

It's getting dark.

The two horses pulling the cart were puffing out of breath and running in sweat.

Listening to the wind, he couldn't help but look back at the back of the car, "Childe, let's get rid of them, right?" ”

Ye Liyan didn't answer, but let go of Ai Qiaoqiao, got out of the carriage, and looked back.

Ai Qiaoqiao couldn't help but be suspicious.

Who is chasing them, looking at this posture as if it is not an ordinary grudge.

It's all knives, is it the enemy?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shrink back into the carriage.

She finally escaped, and she still wanted to return to Xiaofang Village in Chuanziling alive to find her mother, but now she is mixed with these people.

If those people do catch up, should she find a chance to escape?

As long as she remembered the tragic situation of her father before his death, she trembled.

Her father was hacked to death with a knife, and in the end she was only half breathed away, when she and her mother were forcibly locked in the cellar by their father, so that they could not be injured.

She subconsciously reached out and grabbed a purse around her neck, where the only clue that could find the murderer was contained.

Listening to the wind and rain, I had just breathed a sigh of relief, and in front of the road, there was a sudden sound of rapid horses' hooves.