Behind her, two guards swiftly appeared and raised the whips in their hands, striking down at the Little Silver Fox that lay on the ground.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
The Little Silver Fox lay on the ground, its fur had already been splattered with blood.
It had been injured by the previous attack, now lying there, whipped by these guards, its cries were filled with sorrow and pain.
It cried out while persistently lifting its head to look in the direction where Luo Qingtong was.
Its gaze was filled with attachment and hope, as if looking at its light of redemption.
"Master?"
Lady Yan watched this scene, her heart filled with surprise.
What's happening?
Why is Yinbao here?
Didn't Master say it was taken away by someone?
Could something have gone wrong?
Lady Yan looked toward Luo Qingtong.
She knew very well how precious that Little Silver Fox was to her Master.
Whoever touched it, Master would never let them go.
