Hearing this sound, everyone looked in the direction of the sound unanimously. What caught the eye was an extremely haggard woman with scattered hair and tattered clothes. Her face was blue and purple, almost looking. There is no personal shape anymore.
“Who are you?” someone asked curiously.
“I’m Xian’er! Old ancestor!” Cheng Xian’er pounced in front of the ancestor of the Cheng family, crying so that Pear Flower was raining and hugging his thigh.
“What Xian’er? Do I know you?” The Cheng Family Patriarch looked confused, obviously not sure about the woman’s identity.
“I’m Cheng Xian’er, ancestors, you praised me! Don’t you remember?” Cheng Xian’er cried with aggrieved face holding the thigh of the Cheng family’s head.
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