This air flow was rapid and cold, like the white-haired wind in the old forest in the northeast, which blew through the skin and flesh on my hands in an instant, and froze so that my bones were cold, and my right hand holding the lighter couldn't help but shake cold, so I let go and dropped the lighter in my hand into the river.

The faint light of the fire was extinguished with the wind, and it was as if I had knocked over the ink bottle in front of me, and I fell back into a darkness, I only felt a chill in the back of my head, the muscles of my body tensed, and the feeling of being stared at before falling into the water returned, like a thorn in the back, which made people uncomfortable.

I snorted behind me and cursed, "As the old saying goes, burp dead ghosts dream every day - the ghost lingers, and within five minutes of coming ashore, before I have time to breathe, this thing is like a dog's skin."

"The Hidden Spirits of the Four Seas" Chapter 123 Lian Liang is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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