"Be careful, Miss." Mo Lan's sharp voice suddenly rang out.
Without even turning her head, Wufu sensed a fierce whistling from behind and immediately leapt forward, as a feathered arrow flew over her head.
The direction was clearly aimed at her. While she was busy saving people and fighting off the leopard, someone had shot a sneaky arrow at her.
Jumping up from the ground, Wufu turned around, only to see Mo Lan had already leapt in front of a guard, pointing a sword at him: "Are you courting death?"
The guard was dressed in the uniform of the guards from Prince Wei's Manor, and not far from him, Song Jiaoer sat slumped on the ground.
Wufu walked over, glaring at her: "You wanted to kill me!"
Song Jiaoer widened her eyes and shrieked: "No, it wasn't me, I didn't!"
"Do you know? Once I've made up my mind about something, I never listen to explanations." Wufu signaled Mo Lan to bring the guard over, then said to Song Jiaoer: "Do you know the consequence of giving random orders?"
