"Adoptive father, Uncle Lei!"
Just then, a cheerful and crisp voice sounded, as melodious and pleasant as that of an oriole. Ling Feng turned toward the source of the sound and saw a girl of about thirteen or fourteen rushing toward the Blood Python.
The young girl was dressed in light yellow hemp clothing, with fair and clear skin, a standard beauty with an oval-shaped face. Her cheeks still had a hint of baby fat, and her bright, shiny eyes curved into the shape of crescent moons, emanating an innocent and carefree aura that was eye-catching.
However, her fair face was a bit pale, and her body slightly frail, clearly suffering from chronic malnutrition in such an environment.
These hardened men knew nothing about caring for people; their irregular meals made it impossible to talk about proper nutrition. Being able to keep one's life was already fortunate.
