Looking at Feng Qing's bright smile, the figure of another person suddenly appeared in Madam Crimson Snow's mind. Then, the person in her mind gradually overlapped with Feng Qing in front of her.
The shock she felt at this moment was too great, and the visual impact was incomparably violent. Not only did Feng Qing remind her of an old friend, but she was also completely unharmed in the Crimson Snow that covered the sky.
"No, this is impossible! Why doesn't the Crimson Snow affect you at all?" Madam Crimson Snow exclaimed. She stood up from her chair and looked at Feng Qing in shock. The next second, she moved the mechanism again. Immediately, the Crimson Snow that filled the sky slowly stopped and she threw the red umbrella to the side. Madam Crimson Snow took a step forward and stared at Feng Qing with strange and terrifying eyes.
