A sharp pain filtered through Mei Deng's back, and shifted into his spine, then ran down to his lower back region, rendering him immobile.
"Bàba! Bàba, you're not moving…get up you're crushing me." Da-Xia cried, unaware of the arrow sticking out of her father's back.
Pangling made a move to help, but was met by a sharp sword pointed to him, "don't take another step." The soldier, whose bloodshot eyes seeped experience, left Pangling unable to retaliate.
Zhixin pursued his lips, 'this wasn't my intention, killing this man would bring no benefit. However, he is a no name person, if he goes missing, no one would raise a brow.'
However, Mei Deng was not dead, the arrow had indeed hit him, but not as deep as he was making it out to be. In a hushed whisper, he said to only Da-Xia's hearing.
"Listen carefully to me, once I move away, I'll throw that bowl at the bad men. That's your cue to run away from here."
Da-Xia gasped, still unaware of his injury "Run away again?"
