When Su Luo heard that it was an old man and a child, she felt pity. She said to Nangong Liuyun: "I'll go out and have a look."

Su Luo went out, and Nangong Liuyun also went out with her.

When Su Luo saw the Dongfeng flying out of the snow cave, he was holding a white-haired old man in his left hand and a child under five years old in his right hand.

The old man was covered in white hair and looked vicissitudes. The cotton jacket on his body was a little worn. After being taken out of the snow cave, he looked even more embarrassed.

The little boy's face was red with cold and his cotton jacket was much newer than the old man's. At least there was no patch at all. But at this moment, the little boy was scared to his face and was completely confused.

The old man rushed up and the first thing he did was to check the little boy's body up and down. Seeing that he was fine, the old man breathed a sigh of relief this time: "It's okay, it's okay."

The little boy hugged the old man's neck and started crying loudly, crying so hard that he was out of breath.

The old man himself was also miserable, but he still kept comforting his grandson.

After finally comforting the little boy, the old man finally freed up his hand to thank Dongfeng.

Dongfeng nodded lightly and accepted his gratitude.

Su Luo looked at the old man who was reluctant to speak but stopped, and nodded to Dongfeng.

The old man's carriage fell into the snow cave, and their grandson was taken out by Dongfeng, but the horse and carriage were still in the snow cave.

The personal servant beside the dignified Nangong Ershou jumped into the snow cave and carried the carriage up.

But it was useless to carry it up, because the horse had fallen to death and the car was broken and it was no longer useful.

Seeing the carriage that was broken into pieces, the old man's eyes shrank, and his whole body was shrouded in sadness and despair.

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The old man looked at the carriage full of sadness, and looked at his grandson with heartache, and could only smile helplessly.

Seeing Su Luo and a few confused, the old man smiled bitterly: "The family is a carriage operator. This carriage is the only hope for survival for us grandfather and grandson, but now it has been broken, alas."

"The old man lives in this mountain?" Su Luo asked lightly.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Mojia Village, deep in the Great Snow Mountain in Moha, rarely interacts with the outside world and is almost isolated from the world, because the road to entry and exit is very difficult to walk."

The old man's carriage is not a carriage in the ordinary sense. Although it is not as capable of flying as the eight-winged Pegasus, it is very fast.

"But, without this carriage in the future, it will become more and more difficult for the villagers to leave the village, alas." The old man sighed repeatedly.

Su Luo looked at the old man, then the little boy, then looked up at the sky.

"It was all a heavy snow yesterday..." The old man sighed with a deep depression in his eyes: "It was the biggest snow in nearly a hundred years. The roads that were originally familiar were covered with heavy snow, otherwise he would not have fallen into it all the way, alas."

Su Luo silently glanced at Nangong Liuyun.

The second young master Nangong still looked calm and could not tell his inner thoughts, but Su Luo knew that he would not sit idly by.
Chapter completed!