The fierce woman who was on the Ox cart at the beginning had already sat in the center of the crowd. When she saw Auntie Wu sitting outside with the child in her arms, she felt sympathy for her.
Aunt Wu's face was full of tears. When she heard this, she held up Wu houshan and handed it to her.
Song qingxiao stood still, as if she had not noticed what was happening on the boat.
Daoist priest, why is miss song ... a man in the crowd, who had been holding back his anger until his face and ears were red, spoke softly. He did not dare to raise his voice, for fear of attracting the attention of The Fiend corpse and also for fear of making song Qing unhappy.
The old Daoist didn't say anything, but his body had already started to accumulate power.
Cultivators had sharp eyes and ears. After thinking about it carefully, song qingxiao had shown her extraordinary perception several times since they left yunhu mountain.
