It was as if the mystic energy in Qiao Mu's body was burning up as it roared wrathfully with all its might.
Meanwhile, the temperature around Qiao Mu fell rapidly, making the people around her savor the feeling of falling into an ice pit.
It was as if the little lady before them had personally torn open the gates of hell from where she was standing in the deepest pit of the underworld, smiling at you with a super bizarre gaze.
Mo Lian only felt as if his heart had gone numb from the cold. His eyes could almost see one thick layer of ice after another swiftly manifesting around the little lady and trapping her within.
Qingluan spread its wings and screeched at Fan Qiuhe from up close.
Fan Qiuhe raised up his arms and crossed them before his forehead in defense. He had originally thought he was going to get pelted with iced water, but nothing happened even after a long time.
