The scenery in front of him had changed. The attic that had been destroyed by fan Wu was still intact. He and song Qing were sitting by the door. The old man named thirteen had his hands in his sleeves. He squinted his yellow eyes and coldly sized up the two people in the room.
The young man raised his head and looked outside. There were dim yellow lamps hanging in the peach forest outside. In the other direction of the attic lived a poor woman who was about to be sacrificed. Unfortunately, he couldn't save her, and he blamed himself.
His face was filled with pain and sadness, as if he wanted to cry, but he was also indignant as he thought about how to lure the old man called thirteen away and save Qing Lu.
Pinluo thought,"miss song is very capable, maybe she'll be willing to help qinglu!"
When the young man thought of this, he was still a little excited. He turned around and asked song qingxiao-
