Qin Rushuang withdrew his finger, raised his head, and saw a young man dressed in black. His right palm was completely red, and he calmly withdrew it. Soon after, the man walked towards the old man and carefully helped him up from the ground." Is old uncle alright?"
The old man's tears streamed down his face. Even though he was terrified, he couldn' t help but feel grateful." Thank you, young hero. Thank you, young hero. Unfortunately, my fruit ……"
"I have some money here. Take it!" He took out all his belongings and turned around......
The bronze-colored face was as resolute as iron, but on his forehead was a delicate and pretty beauty's tip. A rough rope was woven into his hair, and his forehead was placed under the beauty's tip. His long black hair was only casually tied with a coppe
