Luo San heard that it was actually Zhongyuan dialect, and the sound was extremely familiar. The anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, and he was stunned. Looking at the woman wearing a worn-out Hu clothing on the ground and kowtowed to him and begged for mercy, his mind was blank.

After a long time, Luo Sancai said to Xiu'er in a trembling voice: "You... raise your head..."

Xiu'er raised her head with Zhao Luo San's words...

"Clang..."

When Luo San saw the face he had been thinking about day and night, the shocked knife slid to the ground, making a crisp metal sound.

"Xiu'er, Xiu'er..."

Luo San's eyes were red and kneeled in front of Xiu'er with a "thump" sound, and grabbed her shoulders. Tears were like a dam that broke the dam and could no longer be curbed.

Xiu'er stared blankly at the burly man in front of her, but she didn't react for a moment, but she felt that his face seemed so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Xiu'er, I've been looking for you for five years, for five years. Today, I finally found you. Xiu'er, I'm your third brother. Do you still remember me? I'm your husband Luo San..."

"Three... Brother..."
Chapter completed!