The winter days were short, and the city was shrouded in white mist, and a long-lasting and terrible wind drove the continuous winter blizzard to sweep through, and there was hardly anyone moving on the streets.

Mu Zixiao was in the City Lord's Mansion, yawning on the bookcase, her spirit has been in a state of tension for the past few days, her body is sore when she gets up every day, and her legs will be unconsciously propped up during sleep.

Winds, hail, and now it's the hardest part, a blizzard.

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