"I don't want to die, Sister Xiangxue, spare me, please."
Feng Ruoyan cried and struggled, but the servant's grip was like shackles, rendering her unable to move.
Both women were dragged off the horse carriage.
A morbid delight surfaced in Feng Xiangxue's eyes.
Leaving both women beside the horse carriage, a cold gleam flashed in the servant's hand as a blood-sealing throat-slitting dagger swept toward the throats of the two women.
Feng Bailing kicked Feng Ruoyan over, and in the next moment, a bottle of chili water slid out of her sleeve.
A pungent and spicy mist sprayed towards the servant's eyes.
Instantly, the servant's eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open them, and as he fumbled with tears and snot, the dagger in his hand was snatched away by someone at some point.
A slight chill on the neck, and blood spurted out.
Feng Ruoyan let out a shriek.
Feng Xiangxue was also frightened and stumbled back a few steps, falling onto the horse carriage.
