C36 Semi-sacred Relic.

In the center of the snow pool, a touch of snow-white skin was faintly discernable.

Jian Wushuang tried his best to resist the urge to bleed out of his nose, and turned his head to avoid looking at Qiao Jing who had his clothes off, mumbling to himself: "Why is there a snow pond here, it's really strange, that Ring-shaped Python with Nine Colors doesn't dare to approach here