C387 You've Got Bad Feet

"What's going on?" Han Qing was surprised to see the grass and wild flowers withered three to four Zhang away, forming a deathtrap the size of a wooden bucket. The grass did not wilt for too long, and judging by the signs of withering, it was most likely withered this morning.

"Why aren't you leaving? Aren't you afraid that I'll run away? " At this moment