Su Qingluo saw him coming, leapt onto the wooden raft, her eyebrows furrowed: "There are cries from the other side of the river, maybe there are people who didn't have time to evacuate and are trapped in their homes. We need to hurry over to save them."
Wang Meng was worried: "What about the people in the river? More and more people in distress are being washed over."
"Master, I'll help you."
Little Kingfisher stood on the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, fluttering its wings, and drifted down from upstream.
"Wow, that's a huge turtle."
Wang Meng stared at the turtle shell as big as a small boat and couldn't help but curse.
Su Qingluo's heart leaped for joy: "Yin'er, you came just in time. You and Jifeng and Jiyu help save people here, and Brother Meng and I will go to the village on the other side of the river."
"Alright, leave the rescue to me, and go with ease."
