Qian Xiaoyun instantly closed her eyes in despair, bracing herself for Hell's arrival. However, all of a sudden, she felt lighter, and then came a scream. Unwillingly, she opened her eyes and saw the big black dog that had been on her had disappeared, and she seemed to have seen a familiar figure. Her spirits immediately rose, fearing her eyes were deceiving her, she forcefully closed and then reopened them. When she looked again, the figure had already approached, and she burst into laughter, "Xinxin..."
"Qian Xiaoyun, aren't you a sight." Anger surged in Yang Ruxin's eyes. "This is the home you fought tooth and nail to return to? The family you wanted to see?"
Qian Xiaoyun's tears couldn't be stopped.
Yang Ruxin sighed, went over to help her up, and tore the rag from her mouth. "Can you walk?"
Qian Xiaoyun nodded her head.
On the other side, Qian Baoshun had also been seized by Shadow Three, with the treasure sword held to his neck; the boy had already been cowed.