One old and one young, the elder wore a Tang suit, with white hair but a swollen abdomen, clearly bearing an injury. The younger was about twenty years old, dressed in a floral dress, slender and fair-skinned, very beautiful.,At this moment, Zheng was supporting the elderly man as they scrambled forward in a panic. His autumnal eyes were filled with fear.,No matter how many people a number is, it can't beat Lin.。