Zong Ling's reaction was a little slow, and his body was knocked into the air. The whistling wind blew on Zong Ling's body, and his tattered clothes were blown. The little girl on the horse opened her mouth wide and looked at Zong Ling, with her hands crossed over her eyes. For some reason, two lines of tears flowed from the little girl's eyes.

The woman inside immediately patted the little girl with both hands, her eyebrows wrinkled, and her hands trembled. Her right hand ...