C10 Unmoving Human Coffin(4)
Inside the house, it was bone-chilling cold.
Outside the window, the cold wind moaned.
Inside the house, the chilliness was still as cold as ever.
"F * ck!" Li Dong Yang groaned and crawled into bed, tightly grasping the blade in his hand. With the sabre in his hands, he would die if the sabre broke. At most, he would just have to put everything on the line