Xiao Ling was trembling all over, her face pale as a ghost.
Looking at Yang Xiao, unconscious on the bed, she was at a loss.
We just parted this morning!
Before parting, Yang Xiao had held her, kissing and embracing her tenderly.
And now, just one day apart, he's dead?
Xiao Ling couldn't accept this unexpected turn.
She stood there dumbfounded in front of Yang Xiao's bed, her mind blank,
finally,
"Wah—" she burst into tears, wailing.
Elder Ye, holding a wine jug in one hand and a big piece of meat in the other, looked at Xiao Ling wailing and chuckled, taking swigs of wine and large bites of meat.
Boy, you dared to say my woman put a green hat on me, hehe, now I'll make your woman cry for you,
I said you were dead to see if she would still love you.
Yang Xiao's body couldn't move, but his Divine Sense was quite clear.
He knew Elder Ye's prank all too well,
