Qingqing looked at Lang Ji, her heart brimming with fear; she could even imagine what was going to happen to her next.
Despair engulfed her whole body, and she was so terrified that she couldn't even cry out.
"Grandpa, save me, save me!"
Suddenly, the image of a person floated into her mind.
Xiao Chen!
Back when Li Chuang captured her, it was Xiao Chen who had rescued her.
If Xiao Chen were to come, she would surely be saved, right?
"Gentlemen, what a grand occasion this is—mind if I join in?"
All of a sudden, a voice rang out.
At the entrance of the kiln, a speck of light was burning.
It was the glow of a cigarette end!
A man, smoking, walked in.
He wore simple casual clothes and old cloth shoes, with his hair cut short and neat.
The voice carried a chilling murderous intent.
Xue Jian and Lang Ji suddenly turned around, their eyes fixated on Xiao Chen.
Their years of combat experience made them realize the terror of the newcomer.
