บท 1413: God of Plague (8)

Huang Yingying turned pale. She tried to calm down and said with a sneer, "I don't believe you. The Witchcraft Tribe doesn't dare to hurt Miss Yun."

With Ji Jiutian protecting her, how would Miss Yun fall into the hands of the Witchcraft Tribe?

The maid lowered her eyes and continued, "Do you remember the boy with you? Unfortunately, the boy is in the hands of our Saintess, so you have to go."

The boy?

Xiao Mo?

A childish, innocent face popped up in her mind, and Huang Yingying turned pale, "He is with Miss Yun. Aren't you afraid of irritating her? And why should I believe you? I'm going to ask Miss Yun."

"There's no need for our Saintess to lie. If you don't go with us, the boy will die immediately."