Luo Shui dodged lightly and ran directly along the haystack beside him.

When An Qi finally figured out how to skillfully use this man's body to go to the toilet through her diligent study and hard work, she returned to the shabby house with a proud face, only to find that it was empty.

There was no one at the broken bed, at the window, or at the haystack!

Looking around, the dilapidated house is ventilated everywhere, with spider silk and leaves hanging everywhere, giving it a ghostly atmosphere.

"Luoshui! Xiao Shuishui! Sixth Prince!" An Qi shouted, looking around for a hiding place, but there was no one there.[

"Qingsu Leluo water!" shouted loudly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

The injury on her chest seemed serious, and blood began to ooze faintly due to her exertion.

Breathing slowly, she slowly walked out of the house dragging the sick body that did not belong to her. At the same time, she couldn't help but said: "Qingsu Leluoshui, where did you die? Come out here!"

After she finished speaking, she looked around, and she didn't know when the spring breeze turned into a cold wind blowing, blowing on her face and making her body feel cold.

The wind picked up the broken leaves on the ground that had not had time to rot. There were also haystacks surrounded by green surroundings, and a few hay roots occasionally flew out with the wind.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, An Qi felt sad as she looked at the scene in front of her.

She was a precious princess who lived a comfortable life, but she traveled through time just because of such a dead child.

As a result, this damn child abandoned her!

Seeing the sad scenery and thinking of her warm little nest, An Qi felt aggrieved.

His mouth dropped, and his eyes began to sparkle a little bit.

Immediately, she squatted at the door of the shabby house without caring about her image, and started to cry.

When she thought that she had traveled here for such a dead child, but now she was hated by others, and she still had to drag such a broken man's body to live a life of hunger and cold and not knowing what the next day would be like, An Qi's sadness was like

The surging river flowed continuously.

Therefore, she never thought about whether it was appropriate for her, a man who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, to cry loudly, so she just started crying as she pleased.

"Wuwuwuwu... I want to go home, I want to go home! I don't want to like Luo Shui anymore! Wuwu... I don't want to save such a bad-hearted dead kid! I want to go home! Wuwu...
Chapter completed!