His face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, and he was still full of energy.
Shao Heng refused: "No!" and waved his hand to push her away.
The old woman's eyes widened, and the next second she sat down on the ground: "Everyone come and see, I am so old, and I finally escaped a disaster, but my grandson actually doesn't want me anymore and wants to leave me here to fend for myself. What's the point of me living? I'd rather die."
He slapped his thighs and howled like a ghost.
For a moment, passers-by looked at the two of them and pointed and talked.
Shao Heng and Xi He: "..."
"Little girl, you are here!"
A figure fell from the sky.
The handsome and elegant swordsman strode over and said, "I thought I couldn't find you anymore."
"I found this in the ruins at the foot of the mountain. Is it yours?"
He raised his hand and two packages fell in front of him. Inside were a bronze mirror, a wooden comb, some small change, and other miscellaneous items in wooden boxes.
The old woman's eyes lit up, and she quickly took the wooden box into her arms: "This is mine! Oh, thank you so much, young man, this is my coffin book."
Xihe also nodded and smiled slightly, "It's mine, thank you for helping me pick it up."
The sword cultivator's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak again when the shocked people who saw him descend from the sky finally reacted and crowded over, asking questions in a flurry, "Are you an immortal? Are you here to save us?" "Did an earthquake occur in Tianning Mountain?" "So there really are immortals in this world!"
Xihe looked at Shaoheng: "Let's go."
Shao Heng nodded: "Okay."
When the monk finished answering the people's questions and came out, the girl was no longer there. He couldn't help but feel disappointed: "I still don't know the girl's name."
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