The night breeze blew in. When Xuanyuan Mo Ze opened his eyes, he saw Feng Jiu sleeping soundly, and a glimmer of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He reached out to pull up the cloak covering her a bit higher, but just then, a thunderous laugh resounded through the night air.
"Hahahaha…"
The voice was harsh and cold, carrying a strong oppressive force. The surrounding guards clutched their heads in pain when they heard that laughter echoing through the night.
"Aah!"
"Hiss!"
"My head hurts so much!"
"Ah!"
Pained moans and gasps shattered the previous stillness of the night. The sudden oppressive force also pressed down on the few children inside the carriage, causing them to cry out in pain.
Yu Chengde fared slightly better than those guards. His face was pale, but he could still quickly unsheathe his sword and took a defensive posture beside the carriage. "Who is it? Show yourself!"
