The Deserted Rich Beauty

Nicole sighed in relief when she noticed the fake native.

The torrential rain plunged the night into a cold abyss.The leaves around them rustled loudly as they were drenched in the downpour.

Accompanied by the crashing waves from the sea and the wind howling, it was almost phantasmal and despairing.

Nicole was soaked to the bone and shivered in the cold.

The chill seemed to drill all the way down to her marrow.She had just stopped to gasp for breath when she suddenly heard the flurry of heavy footsteps catching up behind them.

It was extraordinarily clear in the darkness.

Nicole and the fake native exchanged a glance.

They then continued to run without hesitation.

The cold rain pelted her face like a sharp knife...

After just a few minutes, she felt like her heart was about to jump out, and her legs stopped listening to her brain.

The surrounding environment was dark, and in addition to the rain, it was impossible to see anything at all.

The ground was littered with branches and leaves, but they could only continue to escape, even if it meant crawling away! The indigenous people chased after them relentlessly and even threw branches at them.

Nicole's back was hit several times, but she merely gritted her teeth and got up to run again.Her hands had countless wounds after being cut by twigs and thorns, but she was numb to the pain.

The fake native in front of her moved quickly with agility.

His body was nimble, and he had strong athletic qualities.

to lag behind and ran for

behind them

certain death! Suddenly, her foot hooked onto a tree trunk, hurling her to the

could not help but let out a scream

native

her teeth and

"I'm fine! Run!"

the tree trunk, her foot lost its ground and she found

full weight of her body hung from

could feel

that her body was at

indigenous people behind her were like a death knell for her, sinister and frightening.The feeling of hopelessness had never

front of her.He reached out and grabbed

she

the trap and saw countless thick branches that were shaved into

her hair stood

a trap set

not grabbed onto the vine, then she would have lost

The man yanked her.

whether it was the rain or

no time to

turn back.She could not

of them after running through this

a few corners in front

the sound of footsteps behind them gradually faded away. The fake native finally