The bright moon hung high, and the dark clouds drifted slowly.

The cold wind stirred the bonfire, reflecting the shadows of fangs and claws on the frost on the ground.

The pungent smell of metal accompanied by the cold wind drifted past Qi Rin's side, but unfortunately Qi Rin's sense of smell was lost at this moment, and he basically couldn't smell anything.

Qi Rin put down the black notebook in his hand, reached out and took a sip of the hot milk tea next to the bonfire.

Looking down, I saw that the child who was tightly wrapped in the cloak of the wandering mage was sleeping.

"The First Necromancer of the Worlds, the Corpse Guarding Class Flower at the Beginning" Chapter 167 The coward never sets off, the weak die on the way, just a little wind and frost is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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