In her hazy vision, the figure was getting closer and closer. He stood about five or six meters away from song Qing and looked over curiously and vigilantly.
She tried to get up, but she was heavily injured by the imperial family's fate Dragon and was unable to push away the heavy object on her body.
With this movement, only the sand and mud could be heard sliding down, making a 'Sha Sha' sound.
Then, song qingxiao heard a little boy's voice.
"He's actually not dead ..."
The voice was still childish, but it carried a sense of familiarity, which was very strange.
He waited patiently for a while, as if he didn't hear any more movements, then carefully stepped forward.
Tap tap.
He slowly approached her with the sound of his footsteps. He was like a vigilant lone wolf as he pried off the items on her body.
