Qiao Yu looked up and saw a little girl as cute as a porcelain doll carved from jade standing in front of him.

The little girl wore a patched-up dress, carried a small medicine basket on her back, and her big, blinking eyes were filled with curiosity.

However, Qiao Yu didn't dare to let his guard down. A little girl who could appear in the Ten Thousand Poison Den was definitely not simple.

"Hey little one, are you from the Ten Thousand Poison Den tribe?" Fang Xun couldn't help but ask.