Just as Mo Lingwei's eyes filled with killing intent, the tall grass was pushed aside.
The guard who had fallen earlier hobbled out.
He was injured somewhere. By the moonlight, Shen Ningning could see that one side of his face was covered in blood.
He must have scraped his neck when he fell, and his voice was now hoarse.
"Crown Prince… Crown Prince… are you nearby?" He had followed the smell of smoke.
Shen Ningning breathed a sigh of relief. "It's the guard!"
Mo Lingwei took her hand, ready to step out.
When the guard saw them, a smile of relief finally appeared on his face.
"Your Highness, it's wonderful that you're alright… AHH!" The moment he finished speaking, a massive dark figure lunged from somewhere behind him, pinning the guard beneath its sharp claws!
The guard let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The color drained from Shen Ningning's little face.
She cried out urgently, "It's a tiger!"
