Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

she is still breathing.Ling He carefully picked up the child, ready to move her to a safe place.>Boom!He suddenly turned back!Just moments before, the street where he had placed the young boy, split o..., in that dark and long night, a bright moon rose!When the blade of the horizontal sword descended, the blade of Chang Xiangsi's sword also rose, pointing straight at his neck, less than an inch away!...