Song qingxiao's movements stopped.
The heavenly fiend guards and people from the nation protecting temple had arrived. Judging from their auras, there were quite a number of people, and all of them were not weak.
It seemed that the Imperial court attached great importance to the child in miss Zhang's belly, to actually send such a group of experts.
If she was at her peak, these people would naturally not be worth mentioning. But now that she had not even recovered ten percent of her strength, the situation was very unfavorable for her.
She had already sensed an extremely sharp killing intent breaking through the rain and fog, directly reaching the place where she and Zhang xiaoning were hiding.
"I found it."
Someone snorted coldly and then stepped into the rain.
Miss Zhang didn't have spiritual power or spiritual consciousness. She didn't know how many people were approaching like song qingxiao.
