C241 Your master's words are the imperial edict

and Mo Xiaoju followed Jin Zha and ran frantically.

Finally, the continuous days of training had played a crucial role. Even with a bag on his back and Little White in his arms, Zhuang Diandian's legs did not soften as he ran two miles away as if he was playing with Little White.

Mo Xiaoju panted as she turned her head to look at her