As more and more people fell, Xiao Feng's figure finally appeared.
There wasn't a scratch on him, not even a footprint, his face wasn't red, nor was he panting, and his expression seemed somewhat bored.
Nie Longjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, as she had been considering whether to rush out and take a look.
At this moment, it was evident that her worries were clearly unnecessary.
"Anyone else!" Xiao Feng shouted loudly.
In the courtyard, nearly fifty people were scattered around, and outside the gate, there were over twenty more who hadn't come in yet.
However, judging by the situation, it was clear that coming in or not didn't make much difference.
The seven or eight people who were still standing in the field rolled and crawled out of the door, not caring at all about any village chief who might make trouble for them later.
Xiao Feng chuckled and walked towards Miao Jinlin.
