“Forget it, no matter what happens, collecting the lightning strike stone is more important,”director Xiaofu said.
Everyone immediately continued to head towards the origin of the lightning strike stone.
Xiao Lianqiao was in a very good mood. She had finally gotten rid of Yan Qingcheng, this stumbling block. The northern army was hers.
At this moment, a clear voice came from behind, “Wait, wait, wait for me!”
Everyone turned around and saw a little girl covered in blood running towards them.
Yan Qingcheng?
Wasn’t she, wasn’t she dead?
Could It Be... a ghost?
Xiao Lianqiao’s smile froze on her face. She, she wasn’t Dead? ! How was this possible. ! She must be hallucinating.
She pinched herself with all her strength and grimaced in pain, confirming the fact that Yun Chujiu wasn’t dead.
She gnashed her teeth in hatred and asked, “Yan Qingcheng, you’re not dead? How are you not dead?”
Yun chujiu stopped in her tracks, her face full of anger: