Ding Ling recalled the content of the notification, raised his eyebrows, and pressed the horse's belly to advance.
Now he could only accelerate, hoping to clear the road to the South Gate and ride off before being surrounded and killed.
Once out of Luoyang City,
It would be like the sky being high for birds to fly, the sea vast for fish to leap!
Clop, clop!
The sound of hooves echoed on the street.
Ding Ling and Zhao Yun arrived at the bustling market crowded with people.
Seeing the crowded long street,
Ding Ling decisively chose to detour.
Clop, clop!
Zhao Yun silently followed behind Ding Ling with his spear.
"Weren't those two just now Ding Ling and Zhao Yun?"
Some players at the market noticed the two men galloping swiftly, watched them rein in their horses at the market entrance, rear the horses, and quickly turn to leave.
The players exchanged glances and whispered:
