The tree demon grandma in the back hall of Lanruo Temple threw out a branch and knocked Xiaoqing over. Nie Xiaoqian knelt down and begged for mercy to take over the task of subduing me. She was still crying when she turned around and flew out of the temple gate. She wiped her tears and felt that her cuff was empty - the handkerchief came into my hand at some point. I leaned against the shadow of the pillar and watched her sobbing and raising her head: Young Master, please leave quickly, there is a ghost in this place.
