Mo Xiaoxiao came out of the mountain. According to her own words, she was tired of staying on that damn broken mountain. When she was about to torture the two old men to death, the old man finally let them go with tearful eyes and gritted teeth. Here, the rivers and lakes, beauties, and delicious food she yearned for were finally within reach. Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud, "Jianghu, my lovely rivers and lakes, here I am, Mo Xiaoxiao."