At this moment, in the dim snowy alley.
A woman and two men were walking along the bluestone path, one in the front and two behind.
The woman in red led the way, her features delicate under her hood, her red lips exquisite.
Her voice was filled with excitement: "Did you see that? The little princess is so fair and tender, her skin as smooth as peeled eggs, much better than the one I just caught!"
The eyes of the woman in red sparkled with excitement: "If only I could get close enough to give her a hug, wouldn't that be delightful!"
The tall, thin man behind her had a cold, piercing gaze.
Hearing this, he sneered: "Mei Ying, who are we to have any chance of laying a hand on the Princess? If the Alliance Hierarch finds out, you're as good as dead."
The woman in red, called Mei Ying, stifled her excitement and snorted.
