Yang Xiaomei's hair stood on end.
Her gaze followed the jade hand upwards and saw a woman dressed in a blue floral red silk skirt wrapped with a black velvet scarf, who looked smart and handsome, standing beside her.
Yang Xiaomei's pupils shrank suddenly, pressing herself tightly against the rock, slightly raising her medicinal hoe, "Who are you?"
In the middle of winter, on the mountain top, an absolutely beautiful woman suddenly appearing with a steaming chicken leg was indeed odd if not ghostly.
"Could it be..." Yang Xiaomei thought quickly, her breath involuntarily halting.
"My name is Liu Qingquan." The woman blinked her big eyes, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, we just came from the village."
Yang Xiaomei raised her head abruptly.
"Xiaomei!" A crisp voice rang out, followed by a white light appearing in front of Yang Xiaomei.
"Shen Bao'Er!" Yang Xiaomei's eyes lit up, exclaiming in surprise, "Are you okay?"
"Hmm, hmm, Fairy Sister saved me!"
