Linghu Qing Ze

The peerless beauty Duan Ling Tian had a glimpse of through the side window of the carriage looked exactly like Ke'er. Everything about her was like Ke'er except for the hairstyle. He was very familiar with his wife, after all. Each of the woman's facial features was exactly like Ke'er's. With that, how could he not stop the carriage?

"Ke'er, is it you?"

Duan Ling Tian did not care about the angry middle-aged man and the agitated demon beasts at all at this moment. All he cared about at this moment was the beautiful woman sitting in the carriage.

"A Si, what's going on?"

A hoarse and old female voice rang from the carriage at this moment.

"You know the Young Miss isn't feeling well and can't be stressed out."

The middle-aged man's expression changed as he said fearfully, "Elder Qing Ze, I didn't mean to frighten the Young Miss. An unknown man suddenly appeared and blocked our path."