The sound of barking grew closer and closer.
Lan Jiaojiao looked up at the four people and one dog that had caught up to her, her expression unchanged, then lowered her head and continued writing the blood characters on the stone.
Li Zhuo and the others also saw Lan Jiaojiao, their eyes filled with cold smiles.
"Bitch, you sure can run. Did you really think we couldn't catch up with you? We're just playing cat and mouse, seeing how far you can run."
Li Zhuo's face was sinister, and seeing Lan Jiaojiao reminded him of the painful wound on his face.
Li Chengquan said gravely, "Miss Lan, you have nowhere to escape. Hand over the Tai Sui Armor to us."
The Tai Sui Armor, with its age-long mutations forming a turtle shell-like structure, held unimaginable benefits for martial artists. Even ordinary people who consumed it could extend their lifespan.
It was because of the Tai Sui Armor that they conceived evil intent, murdering to seize the treasure.
