Zong Zheng Han Yue came out from the house and ordered the guards in the courtyard, "Get them, it doesn't matter as long as they're still breathing."
With that said, this meant that she didn't care if they were injured or disabled.
Si Yue squeezed Little Roar into Ximen Li's embrace, "You can protect her, right?"
Little Roar nodded. His spirit barrier could last for a while but not for long.
"Go!"
The guy who was slapped by Si Yue waved his hand as the guards came attacking them. Si Yue took out a long black whip, coiled it around one of their necks and pulled it so that his neck split from the body.
"Psssst——" Little Roar covered its eyes and roared, "Lady, can you don't be so ruthless?"
"At this point of time, who cares whether it's ruthless or not?" Si Yue's whip flung around endlessly as the guards drew away before they could use their spirit skills.
