C667 I Advise You to Walk the Road of the Night

It was as if there were countless pieces of broken glass in Anmo's eyes.

Above the broken glass was a layer of fog that no one could understand. Sometimes it was cold, sometimes it was gloomy, and sometimes it could be penetrated by the sunlight. No one could tell what he was thinking. He was like a piece of ice.

He could turn into water, he could evaporate into fog, he could turn into ice