Bab 317: Three Years In Langye (XVII)

Ka Cha Cha!

The pebble that Jiang Pengji held broke in response to the sound. All ten of her fingertips split open, and blood smeared across the broken pebble.

She cringed in pain. Her consciousness was seized by waves of intense pain, but she remained strong and guarded the last of her rationality.

Her lower lip was riddled with teeth marks. She let out uncontrollable sound of boredom, which overflowed from her lips. In a matter of breaths, blood flowed from her eyes, nostrils, and ears––akin to little snakes––and the air gradually reeked with scent of blood.

White was, after all, a warhorse from the Northern Borderline and had spiritual sense. Jiang Pengji's current state caused it to be anxious. Its hooves rubbed against the ground rapidly.

Pu tong! The sound of a heavy object dropping onto the water's surface was heard; it was Jiang Pengji, her entire being, that fell into the stream.