When Su Luo heard that they were old people and children, she felt pity for them. She said to Nangong Liuyun, "I'll go out and take a look."
Su Luo went out, and Nangong Liuyun went out with her.
When Su Luo saw Dongfeng flying out of the snow cave, he was holding a white-haired old man in his left hand and a child less than five years old in his right hand.
The old man had a head full of white hair and a weathered face. His cotton-padded jacket was a little worn out. After being pulled out of the snow cave, he looked even more disheveled.
The little boy's face was red from the cold. His cotton-padded jacket was much newer than the old man's, at least it didn't have patches all over it. But at this moment, the little boy was so scared that his face turned pale and he was completely dazed.
The old man rushed over, and the first thing he did was to check the little boy's body from head to toe. Seeing that he was fine, the old man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay."
The little boy hugged the old man's neck and burst into tears, gasping for breath.
The old man himself was in a miserable state, but he continued to comfort his little grandson.
After finally calming the little boy down, the old man finally had time to thank Dongfeng.
Dongfeng nodded lightly and accepted his thanks.
Su Luo looked at the old man who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and nodded to Dongfeng.
The old man's carriage fell into a snow cave, and the grandfather and grandson were carried out by the east wind, but the horse and carriage were still in the snow cave.
The personal attendant of the dignified Second Young Master Nangong jumped out of the snow cave himself and carried the carriage up.
But there was no point in carrying it up, because the horse had been killed and the cart was smashed to pieces and could no longer be used.
Seeing the carriage smashed into pieces, the old man's eyes narrowed and he was shrouded in sadness and despair.
"Wow, wow, wow~ Carriage...carriage...the most valuable carriage in the house...wow!" The little boy was finally coaxed into silence, but now he burst into tears again.
The old man glanced at the carriage with eyes full of sadness, then looked at his little grandson with heartache. For a moment, he could only smile bitterly.
Seeing Su Luo's bewildered expression, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "My family runs a carriage and freight business. This carriage is our only hope for survival, but now it's broken. Alas."
"Does the old man live in this mountain?" Su Luo asked indifferently.
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Mojia Village is deep in the Moha Snow Mountain. The village rarely interacts with the outside world and is almost isolated because the roads in and out are very difficult to travel."
The old man’s carriage was not an ordinary carriage. Although it could not fly like the eight-winged Pegasus, it was very fast.
"But without this carriage, it will become increasingly difficult for villagers to leave the village. Alas." The old man sighed repeatedly.
Su Luo looked at the old man, then at the little boy, and then looked up at the sky.
"It's all because of yesterday's heavy snow..." The old man sighed with deep melancholy in his eyes, "It was truly the heaviest snowfall in nearly a hundred years. The roads I used to be familiar with were now completely covered in snow. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen into it headfirst. Sigh."
Su Luo glanced at Nangong Liuyun silently.
Young Master Nangong still looked calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but Su Luo knew that he would not sit idly by.
"I don't want to stay in the wild anymore." Su Luo took the hand of Young Master Nangong, with a slightly coquettish tone.
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