C29 Nine Thousand Years Old

"Help …" Xiliang Mo's soft and weak voice entered Si Liufeng's ears amidst the crowd's cheers.

"Mo!" Si Liufeng immediately rushed over and even forgot to call her by name. He grabbed Xiliang Mo's exposed slender white wrist, but it was extremely thin, as if it would break if he used a bit of strength.

Si Liufeng hesitated for a moment before jumping out of the boat