"Xuanbao!"
"Xuanbao!"
...
Zhang Qian and Ruo Hang, both looking disheveled, chased after her.
In the end, Xuanyuan Que said nothing more than, "The rain won't stop for a while, hurry down the mountain!"
After saying this, he glanced at her and started walking away.
Ruo Xuan, holding Xiaobai in her arms, happily ran towards the two men, "Second Brother, Brother Qian, it's raining! We don't have to fight the fire anymore, let's go down the mountain! It's so cold!"
Compared with the two men, whose whole bodies were covered in dirt and their clothes torn and punctured in places, soaking wet, Ruo Xuan looked as clean and tidy as if she had just put on new clothes.
And her clothes weren't soaked like theirs!
Did her clothes only get a few drops of rain?
Was it possible that the rain from the heavens had intentionally avoided Xuanbao?
Both men were stunned for a moment.
