C239 Beijing Mo Clan!

A cold wind blew.

After a series of fights, it was finally morning.

The first ray of sunlight of the day had already appeared. It sprinkled onto Mo Xun's body like a sheet of gold, but he did not feel the slightest bit of warmth. He felt like he had fallen into an icehouse full of ten thousand years old ice, cold from the inside out.

As for Little Nan, or to be exact, Shi Wuqing