A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.,There's a saying in Beijing to describe Xiao Jun's character: his intellect is like a demon's, his appearance surpasses brocade, his bearing is noble, his movements are like clouds, his heart is like iron, and he is hard to find. If you glance back at him, all the heroes of the world would fade away.。