Bodhisattva, please bless ...
His eyes shone with hope, as if he was waiting for a miracle to appear.
More and more people were searching the bodies. Some found their dead relatives and cried loudly in their arms.
Some still harbored a glimmer of hope, hoping that their loved ones were only separated from them.
Some of them found their family members who were not completely dead in the piles of corpses and shouted in joy.
Sorrow, joy, separation, and reunion were displayed here one by one.
Song Qing's small, cold eyes were finally filled with waves. They were no longer calm and distant.
The noise outside attracted the attention of the mages in the temple. A mage in gray holding a broom rushed out of the temple with a fierce look.
"The unruly villagers still dare to come again ..."
His loud shout immediately alerted song qingxiao.
"This is terrible!"
