Xie Pinggang had crawled out from under a stove. That small exit had almost trapped him inside.
He crawled out with his face covered in dust. He was extremely irritable, and his face was filled with killing intent. It was very frightening.
He rushed into the courtyard and was about to arrange for his brothers to come out to handle matters right away. However, before he could finish his words, he saw Yu Xian.
The glaring sunlight was a little dazzling.
Under the sunlight, Yu Xian's eyes were very eye-catching.
Her body was a little bloody, and there were five or six death warriors lying in a mess in front of her. On both sides of her body, one of them was holding the head of a fainted man and pulling his hair, afraid that he would run away.
