"Is she Xiao Qiao?"
Ding Ling turned his head slightly.
"Could this young man trying to curry favor be...?"
Ding Ling's pupils narrowed slightly.
"My sister is in a dire situation. We need to take her up the mountain to see Daoist Yhiuu Ji and plead for his mercy."
Xiao Qiao, usually a feast for the eyes, wore an anxious expression, her brows furrowed in worry, making one involuntarily want to reach out and smooth her brows.
"Is it convenient for her to go up the mountain now?"
The young man asked.
"I'm afraid it's not convenient."
"Then hurry up."
The young man called back:
"Bring the stretcher I had made earlier so Da Qiao can lie on it and go up the mountain."
So it really is Da Qiao.
Ding Ling's brow twitched.
He had never expected to be so lucky to encounter such a group of people here!
There doesn't seem to be such a record in history.
If there were, Yhiuu Ji wouldn't have been killed by Sun Ce.
