Chen Yuan's gaze fell on the iron plate, and on it stood a thin child.

It should be seven or eight years old, skinny.

The little boy clutched the chains with both hands and leaned back to try to keep his balance.

The iron plate was dragged by the fast horse, and rushed forward quickly in the snow and ice.

There were no precautions, and the appearance of the child was clearly involuntary.

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