"Thirteen? Thirteen? Blue butterfly, blue butterfly, tell me, my thirteen, my husband? After waking up, Xiaoyu kept asking with round eyes. She was awakened by the white fox that had just fallen from it.

"Thirteen of them, you'd better ask the white fox." Blue butterfly somehow answered the light rain, turned his head and gave the question to the white fox.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer you, but I owe Shen 131 lives. If you need to, you can kill me now, one life to one life." The white fox bowed his head and said.

"Ah, let me go. I'm going to look for thirteen." Little Hugo was in agony,...