The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

His face was full of anxiety, and he shouted anxiously to the carriage: "Girl, I am sorry for the offense. Can you lend me your carriage? Someone is chasing us." His voice was full of urgency and helplessness, as if this carriage was his only life-saving straw at this critical moment.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in blue pushed the driver off the carriage without hesitation. The driver was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground with a painful groan.

His face was full of astonishment and anger. He wanted to get up and question the man in green, but he saw the man in green quickly raised the whip. The crisp sound of the whip exploded in the air. The horse felt pain, raised its front hooves and neighed loudly, then rushed forward like an arrow.

Banxia looked back and saw a group of men in black riding on fine horses, sweeping in like a black whirlwind. The sound of horse hooves was like a violent storm, shaking the ground slightly.

They all had stern faces, their eyes revealed ferocity and determination, and they wielded shining swords in their hands, flashing icy light in the sun.

"Miss, there are a lot of men in black behind us and the situation is critical. Get this man out quickly, otherwise we will be in great danger." At this time, Banxia, who had always been very calm, also showed a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal.

The carriage was speeding ahead, and the man in blue was waving the whip desperately, trying to distance himself from the group of people behind, but it was obvious that he was not very good at driving.

At this moment, the carriage was shaking violently from side to side, as if it would fall apart at any moment. The wheels made a harsh friction sound on the cobblestone road, but it still could not speed up.

The man in blue had a look of anxiety and nervousness on his face, sweat dripping down his forehead, and his hands were shaking slightly from exerting too much force.

They saw the men in black behind them approaching them at a very fast speed.

Shen Yiran was unusually calm at this time. She knew that it was impossible for them to escape now. There was no other way but to flee with these two strange men.

She ordered decisively: "Banxia, you go drive the car."

"Yes, Miss." Banxia responded quickly, and then jumped to the driving position with a neat flip. She held the reins firmly, her eyes focused and calm.

She clamped her legs slightly tight around the horse's belly, raised the whip in her hand again, and after drawing a sharp arc in the air, it landed accurately on the horse.

The horse neighed in pain, and then ran faster. The wheels rolled and galloped across the stone road, leaving behind a series of crisp sounds.

Banxia skillfully controlled the horse pulling the cart, constantly adjusting the direction and speed, trying to shake off the man in black who was chasing her relentlessly from behind.

At this time, Shen Yiran in the car looked at the man in front of her who was covered in blood. He had fallen into a coma. Without any hesitation, she immediately began to stop the bleeding for the man.

She gently tore open the man's blood-soaked clothes, revealing several hideous wounds on his chest. The wounds were bloody and horrifying.

Shen Yiran frowned and carefully pressed a clean cloth around the wound, trying to slow down the bleeding.

However, the blood continued to pour out, staining her hands red. She knew that the man's injuries were serious, especially the wound on his abdomen. If not treated in time, the man's life would be in danger.

At this time, the people chasing behind were getting closer and closer. They shouted loudly, "Don't run, just wait and die, and I will leave you with a whole body."

Shen Yiran couldn't care less at this moment. She took a deep breath and tried her best to stay calm and composed.

She closed her eyes slightly, concentrated her mind, and summoned hemostatic drugs and bandages from the mysterious space. When she opened her eyes again, she already had these life-saving items in her hands.

She gently peeled off the bandage she had just wrapped, and the blood was still slowly seeping out of the wound. Shen Yiran looked solemn, and she first sprinkled the hemostatic medicine evenly on the wound.

The white powder fell on the bloody wound, as if with a magical power, and the blood flow gradually slowed down. Her movements were extremely gentle, fearing that she would cause more pain to the injured.

Then, she picked up the bandage and began to carefully re-bandage the man's wound, her fingers nimbly moving between the bandages, wrapping them around and around, each wrapping just right.

As the bandage progressed, the man's wound was finally properly treated. Shen Yiran wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and watched the man gradually stabilize, feeling a little relieved.

But she knew that now was not the time to relax, the danger outside still existed, and she had to remain vigilant at all times and look for opportunities for their survival.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped abruptly, and Shen Yiran leaned forward in the carriage. She was startled, and before she could react, she heard Banxia's scream outside.

Shen Yiran quickly steadied herself and tried to calm herself down. She could feel that the carriage seemed to be parked in an extremely dangerous place, and the atmosphere around her instantly became tense and depressing.

Shen Yiran gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. She saw that the carriage had stopped at the edge of the cliff, and there was no road ahead.

Below the cliff, the clouds and mist were lingering, the depth was unfathomable, and it was daunting. The wind whistled in their ears, as if warning them not to act rashly.

Shen Yiran's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she knew they were in a desperate situation. Behind them were the men in black chasing them, and in front of them was a bottomless abyss.

At this moment, the men in black from behind caught up and shot arrows at the carriage. The sharp arrows flew like raindrops, accompanied by the sound of sharp wind.

The man in green flew up instantly, like a cheetah, swift and decisive. The spear in his hand danced, forming an airtight barrier, knocking away the arrows that had escaped the net.

Banxia's eyes were stern. She quickly picked up the sword that fell in the carriage and blocked the arrows shot at the carriage one by one.

For a moment, the swords flashed and the sound of metal clashing could be heard. Banxia was light and agile, and she hit the target accurately every time she swung her sword.

Inside the car, Shen Yiran hugged the injured man tightly and protected him under her body. She could feel the car trembling slightly under the impact of the rain of arrows, and her heart was filled with tension and worry.

She heard the fighting outside and knew that Banxia and the man in green were fighting for their lives. She prayed silently, hoping that they would be safe.

At this moment, Shen Yiran's heart was beating like a drum, and she was nervously paying attention to the situation outside. Every sound of an arrow hitting the carriage made her heart tighten suddenly. She knew that their current situation was extremely dangerous, but she could not retreat and had to persevere.

She bit her lips tightly, with a determined look in her eyes, waiting for the crisis to pass.

Just as Shen Yiran was still in shock, suddenly, a terrifying sound came. It was the terrible sound of the carriage falling towards the cliff, as if the god of death was waving his scythe and playing the music of death.

There was a "click" sound, and the carriage seemed to have a violent friction with the soil and rocks on the edge of the cliff, followed by a "creaking" sound from the wooden boards that could not bear the weight. However, even though the wheels were spinning wildly, they still could not stop the irreversible downward trend.

In an instant, the carriage fell rapidly towards the endless dark abyss like a meteor out of control.

Then, Shen Yiran heard the wind whistling past her ears, the sound was sharp and shrill, like the roar of an evil spirit. She could feel the gravity pulling them rapidly towards the abyss, and a feeling of despair and fear surged in her heart.

"Am I going to die like this?" This thought flashed through Shen Yiran's mind.