When she heard the voice, Cha Qing Luo's body trembled, and her heart trembled.
Her entire body stiffened.
At first, she thought it was an illusion. She couldn't believe that he was calling her. She squatted stiffly and looked up. There was no one in front.
Who ... Who was calling her?
"Qing Luo, Qing Luo ..."
The sounds rang out again and again. It was like the sound of the wind blowing, but it was so real.
It made Cha Qing Luo's heart beat very fast.
Could it be that her master was calling her? master didn't die, master didn't die?
"Master, is that you? Are you still alive?"
Cha Qing Luo looked around, looking for him.
She thought she could find her master, she thought she could see her master's figure.
However, it was just air. Even the wind felt a little cold.
