The cold wind blew Julia's hair apart, and the girl's face and outstretched hands were red from the cold weather, and a little bit of it gently pressed against Renard's body, lifting Renard, who was already frozen, from the snow.

The light of the fire swayed and flickered, casting itself on the snowy surroundings.

In the corner of the wall, the remnants of a small animal appeared, reflecting a mouse almost completely covered in snow, only to blow away the snow when the wind passed, revealing a little gray fur.

The corpse was cold, its tiny eyes tarnished, revealing a trace of unspeakable sadness, staring blankly into the sky.

And wait until the light of the oil lamp is far away......

Chapter 92 The blood is flowing in the hand, please wait a moment,

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