C1833 The Beginning of the Slaughter

Meng Qiaoqiao flew forward at high speed.

Her black hair was fluttering in the night sky and her clothes were fluttering in the wind.

Her heart was filled with sorrow.

There was also a trace of pride.

Because she suddenly felt that she had become brave, daring to use this kind of method to save her two clansmen.

If her parents and the old ancestor knew