C657 Lost Hand

The bone-piercing sea breeze scratched his face so hard and cold that he couldn't turn around to see who was behind him.

Perhaps it was the strangeness and fear of the night that magnified his fear infinitely, and Deist could only hear the howling sea breeze and his own beating heart.

"Looks like my expectations for you are too high, I thought you would succeed"

Deist stiffly turned his head