Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

"Zhizhi, you have worked so hard. How did you find me?"

Wei Shao asked Zhao Zhizhi, holding her hand with his eyes filled with distress.

Zhao Zhizhi said: "It was in the villages near Beijiang that I searched for you one by one, and then I finally found your location based on the blood stains."

"What?" Wei frowned, "I was very careful along the way. I didn't leave any traces of blood at all."

"How is this possible?" Zhao Zhizhi was a little surprised.

Wei Shao suddenly said: "Someone must have noticed my trace and wanted to lure you here."

"Ling me here?"

"Yes!"

Wei Shao grabbed Zhao Zhizhi's hand and wanted to take her away from here quickly.

However, before they could stand up, they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.

Wei Shao thought that it was too late.

Zhao Zhizhi immediately protected Wei Shao.

There was a dull atmosphere in the air, and suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, getting closer and closer until they stopped in front of their door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was violently kicked open, and a gust of cold wind roared in, making Wei Shao and Zhao Zhizhi shiver.

Standing outside the door was a team with scimitars. Their eyes were cold and they were wearing heavy armor. They were obviously not ordinary people.

In the center of the team, a high-ranking official in luxurious robes stood proudly, with an arrogant look on his face.

The official's tone was filled with unquestionable majesty: "You guys, follow us to the Northern Xinjiang King's City."

Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and uneasiness. They didn't know the origin of this high official, nor did they know why he took them to the royal city.

However, the situation was obviously not good for them, so they had no choice but to agree. So, Zhao Zhizhi supported the injured Wei Shao and walked out of the house together.

They were locked in a carriage, and the sound of rolling wheels echoed in the silent night air.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let them hurt you." Wei Shao held Zhao Zhizhi's hand with firm eyes.

"Well, as long as you are here, I'm not afraid."

Zhao Zhizhi smiled slightly and leaned into his arms.

Wei Shao hugged her tightly, with complicated thoughts in his eyes.

The convoy moved quickly in the moonlight and soon disappeared into the night.

As the convoy drove along in a hurry, Zhao Zhizhi felt that these people were indeed in a hurry. She felt uneasy and always felt that this matter had something to do with her. She secretly glanced at Wei Shao next to her and found that he was concentrating with his eyes closed, without any expression on his face.

The Northern Xinjiang Royal City soon appeared in their sight.

The towering city walls looked particularly solemn in the moonlight, and the figures of the soldiers on the top of the city were looming.

The motorcade passed directly through the city gate and headed towards the palace. After arriving at the palace, Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao were immediately sent to the palace.

They walked through long corridors and past gardens, and arrived in front of the main hall of the palace.

The hall is brightly lit and the various colors are intertwined, giving people a dreamlike feeling. Zhao Zhizhi helped Wei Shao up the steps of the hall. She felt her heart beating faster and her heart was filled with unknown fear and expectation.

She secretly glanced at Wei Shao and found that his face still had no expression, as if it had nothing to do with him.

In the center of the hall, a middle-aged man in rich clothes sat on a high platform, with a majestic and friendly smile on his face.

He looked at Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao as if they were admiring a piece of art. The middle-aged man spoke: "Thank you for coming to the Northern King's City. I am the King of Northern Xinjiang, and I need your help with something."

His tone was calm, but with an undoubted power.

Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao looked at each other, filled with confusion. They didn't know why the Northern Xinjiang King asked them for help, nor did they know what they could do.

However, they knew they had no choice at this point.

Therefore, Zhao Zhizhi and Wei Shao agreed to the request of the King of Northern Xinjiang.

There was no hesitation on Zhao Zhizhi's face. She nodded and said softly: "Okay."

However, they were filled with doubts and uneasiness. They don't know what's waiting for them, and they don't know what impact this decision will have on their lives.

Wei Shao looked at Zhao Zhizhi with a trace of worry in his eyes. He knew that this decision might bring danger, but he also knew that Zhao Zhizhi's decision could not be changed.

He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you need us to help you with?"

There was a hint of pleading in the eyes of the King of Northern Xinjiang. He looked at Zhao Zhizhi and said in a low tone: "I want to ask this beautiful girl to save my son."

Wei Shao and Zhao Zhizhi were both surprised. They did not expect that the King of Northern Xinjiang would make such a request.

Zhao Zhizhi frowned and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with your son?"

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the King of Northern Xinjiang. He was silent for a while and then said: "Then you have to ask the person next to you."

Zhao Zhizhi was stunned. She turned to look at Wei Shao, only to find that his expression was as usual.

Wei Shao's heart sank, he knew that this matter was not simple. He took a deep breath and said, "Your son's matter has nothing to do with me. I was seriously injured before I even entered your Northern Xinjiang Palace."

When the King of Northern Xinjiang heard this, his expression changed. He obviously didn't expect such a result.

He was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, looked at Wei Shao and Zhao Zhizhi, and pleaded: "I know this is a bit difficult, but I really have no other way. I am willing to pay any price, just ask you to help me Save my son."

Wei Shao and Zhao Zhizhi looked at each other, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes. They knew that the King of Northern Xinjiang was desperate, so they begged them like this.

However, they don't know how to make the best choice.

Zhao Zhizhi was silent for a while and then said: "I'll do my best."

When the King of Northern Xinjiang heard this, there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He bowed deeply and said thanks: "Thank you."

Wei Shao and Zhao Zhizhi silently followed the King of Northern Xinjiang to Utur's palace.

This is a huge building that exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The King of Northern Xinjiang looked heavy and walked unsteadily, as if he was under great pressure.

They walked through a long corridor and came to a wide hall. There is a high platform in the center of the hall, and Utur is lying on it. His face was pale and his breath was weak.

"Please save my son." The King of Northern Xinjiang said in a low voice.

"Okay, let me check the specific situation first."

Zhao Zhizhi stepped forward to check on Utur and found that he was eroded by a strange toxin and his body was getting weaker. The toxin has eroded Utour's internal organs, and the situation is very critical.